Looking at the unyielding look of the leader of the Demon Moon Sect, Zhao Wugui felt that it was too difficult for him. Zhao Wugui was not afraid of writing regular characters with markers in the basement, so he could only use his final trick.

Zhao Wugui groped in his pocket for a while, and from time to time he took out some strange things, such as a stick covered with unknown liquid at the top, some kind of red ball covered with tooth marks, or a weight loss instrument about the same size as a microphone and can vibrate at the top.

"No, why do you have so many things in your pocket?" Jing Yu looked at Zhao Wugui taking out a bunch of strange things from his small pocket, and couldn't help but complain.

Zhao Wugui ignored him and just took out things on his own. However, the leader of the Moon Sect couldn't help but his eyes twitched when he saw the things Zhao Wugui took out. Especially under Zhao Wugui's guidance, he always kept thinking about it in some strange direction.

For a while, the leader of the Moon Sect felt that not only his limbs were sore and weak, but she also felt that the internal force in her body was being swallowed by the medicinal force bit by bit. After this medicine force swallowed the internal force, she felt a warm current wandering in her body. This warm current was very comfortable, making her unable to stop wanting to make a shameful sound, but she was the leader of the Moon Sect. With a sound of martial arts, her will was naturally extremely tenacious, forcing her to suppress this shameful desire.

Zhao Wugui took out for a while and never took out what he wanted, but Jing Yu couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth when he looked at the things Zhao Wugui took out.

"That's fine if you take out the things in front of you. You're an Italian cannon. How did you put this thing in it?"

"You can see with this little bit of your eyesight, just Italian cannons. Look at this, the 10-dollar nuclear bomb produced by Naiyazi." Zhao Wugui said with a box the size of a matchbox.

Jing Yu directly used the system to identify it and found that what Zhao Wugui said was still true.

【Portable pollution-free nuclear bomb】

Grade: Legend

Type: Disposable props

Function: Cause 1000000 real damage to ignore my enemy

Note: The cost is only ten yuan, and the range is only ten kilometers. Please escape within one second after starting, otherwise the consequences will be borne by yourself.

Jing Yu's mouthful of old blood stuck in his throat. When this thing is activated, he is afraid that it is not just an enemy, but even he will have to cool down. He escapes ten kilometers in one second. Who can do it at this stage?

"Wait, where did you come from these things?" Jing Yu discovered a blind spot.

"Ah, these are the products of Skill 3." Zhao Wugui said indifferently.

"Skill 3!!!" Jing Yu was shocked and discovered something amazing.

"Well, yes, I've cheated you on a level X treasure chest last time. I can barely use some skill 3 now."

"In other words, I can use all these things." Jing Yu seemed to have thought of something.

"Yes, but are you sure you want to get it? Then you won't be afraid of being caught by the system and forcibly deducting my favorability. Besides, these are not good things. Real good things can only be found after Skill 3 is fully turned on." Zhao Wugui explained.

Jing Yu's face changed. He really liked the portable, pollution-free nuclear bomb, with a real damage of one million.

In the end, he shook his head and sighed and didn't want it. He was still very clear about the way he only cared about the immediate interests and wasted future.

Zhao Wugui flashed a little disappointed in this regard.

"You are still smart." Zhao Wugui said a pun. Although he did not recommend throwing opportunities everywhere and throwing golden fingers, Zhao Wugui's things were not so easy to take.

"I dare not take it, I dare not take it." Jing Yu said with a smile.

Zhao Wugui also smiled slightly, stuffed all these things back into his pockets, and turned to look at the leader of the Demon Moon Sect who was limping on the ground: "It's almost time, the medicine in your body has also begun to take off."

At this time, the leader of the Demon Moon Sect gritted his teeth, as if he was enduring some extremely terrible torture, and his beautiful face was covered with abnormal blush.

"There are other effects on your pink pill?" Jing Yu couldn't help asking.

"Ah, yes, otherwise how can you harvest the entourage?"

The leader of the Demon Moon Sect twitched from time to time. When he heard Zhao Wugui's words, he said angrily: "What medicine did you give me?"

"This medicine has an extraordinary origin. As we all know, whether it is martial arts, fairy tales, or even fantasy, there is an antidote for any poison, but one medicine has no antidote." Zhao Wugui said with a strange smile.

"Despicable and shameless..." The leader of the Moon Sect understood something in an instant, especially after Zhao Wugui introduced the words in the basement, the leader of the Moon Sect understood.

Jing Yu was also stunned: "You still have this thing."

"This thing is not rare, why do you look weird when you look at it?" Zhao Wugui was a little confused.

"No, this thing is very rare. Fortunately, it's put in the game, otherwise your thing will be a crime."

"It's not a crime to have a smaller amount."

Jing Yu's eyes widened: "It's a crime to be small in size."

"No, no matter how hard I am, I can't get involved in the crime."

"You are called Jiuxiao Yunwai Wan. Fortunately, you are called implicit. If you want to be more unrestrained, you will have to be blocked by the system." Jing Yu couldn't help but complain.

"Is there any? I think it's okay. Maybe it's a bit weird to call this laxative. Actually, I originally wanted to call it "Run to the Sea and never come back." Zhao Wugui said with a frown.

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"Is this thing a laxative?" Jing Yu was simply a damn thing, but thinking of Zhao Wugui's explanation seemed to be correct. There is really no antidote to this laxative, and anyone who meets it will have to pull it.

"Are you sure?" Jing Yu looked at the leader of the Moyue Sect again, his face was flushed with abnormal blush. He bit his lips from time to time, and occasionally made a few strange moans. Judging from the situation, he seemed to be a little unconscious.

Zhao Wugui was also silent for a moment, and then said firmly: "That's right, it's laxatives. These are her reactions when she forced herself to endure it. If you don't believe it, let's take a look."

Jing Yu looked at Zhao Wugui's decisive expression. He was sure that Zhao Wugui must have made a mistake. The more serious the expression, the more things happened.

Looking at Jing Yu's distrustful eyes, Afura looked at the scumbag's expression, Zhao Wugui didn't care: "Facts are better than words, if you don't believe it, you can see."

Then, the leader of the Demon Moon Sect began to twitch and the corners of his mouth began to drool.
Chapter completed!