After drawing the prize, Xu Feng checked his level, martial arts and equipment again, and then fell asleep.

He had a strange dream.

In his dream, he saw Emperor Xue tearing off his scar-filled face in front of him, and then... revealing a more terrifying and bloody face.

Xu Feng struggled to sit up from his sleep, and his whole body was penetrated by sweat.

"My second, it's so scary."

"How could I have this dream for no reason?"

Xu Feng quickly inspected the Pirate Treasure Chest in the inventory with inspiration, and placed it there intact.

Xu Feng wiped his sweat helplessly. When he saw that the sky outside was already dark, it was no longer as dark.

"Oh no, I promised Uncle Mishe that I'm going to find him tonight."

"Oh, it's so late, Uncle Mishe should have already slept."

"...No, I have to go. If I don't go, then I'd broke the appointment. With Uncle Mixiu's temper, if I break the appointment, he might torture me next time."

"I'll go now. If Uncle Mishe goes to bed, it's nothing to do with me. Anyway, I've fulfilled my promise!"

Thinking of this, Xu Feng couldn't help laughing and jumped up briskly from the bed-

Bang!

He tripped the quilt and his body lost balance in an instant!

Xu Feng quickly activated the crane body technique, and his whole body turned around in a strange posture, barely standing firm.

Although he looked a little embarrassed, he was lucky that he didn't fall down.

Xu Feng first breathed a sigh of relief, then couldn't help but frown slightly.

What's wrong with this?

First, I had a nightmare, and then I almost tripped the quilt...

Is it bad luck?

No, I haven't worn Aztec gold coins yet?

It should be just an accident?

Xu Feng comforted himself, then washed his face, and hurriedly left room 9527.

As soon as I went out, I met an acquaintance.

"Brother, do you want to sell it?"

...Yang Gong again.

Xu Feng said with a wry smile: "No!"

Mr. Yang looked at Xu Feng in surprise again, "Oh, you are the newcomer who entered the trading market a few days ago, right? Haha, I heard you killed Guqi?"

Xu Feng asked in surprise: "How do you know?"

Mr. Yang grinned again and said, "I'm doing this industry. How could I not know such a sensational thing? I said, brother, I didn't expect that you were so low in level and could actually kill Guqi. I thought only I could do such a thing."

Xu Feng smiled indifferently and refused to comment.

When Mr. Yang saw Xu Feng again, he did not refute him. He immediately frowned and said, "Brother, I think you are a good person. I'll give you an internal news for free."

Xu Feng was indifferent and asked while walking, "What internal news?"

Mr. Yang smiled again and said, "Do you know Han Guang will?"

Xu Feng's heart sank. He happened to hear from Emperor Xue today that the bald monk who was looking for trouble in the bar was from Han Guanghui.

"I know, what happened to Hanguang?" Xu Feng asked calmly.

Mr. Yang grinned again and said, "Guqi is a member of Hanguanghui."

Xu Feng said lightly: "Just this information? Haha."

Mr. Yang hurriedly followed Xu Feng, "Don't worry, brother, of course this is more than that!"

Xu Feng said lightly: "If you have something to say, please tell me quickly and don't keep it."

Mr. Yang laughed again and said, "The president of Hanguang Society is very angry with Guqi's death, because Guqi was cultivated by him. If you kill Guqi, it is equivalent to destroying a weapon of Hanguang Society. Therefore, Hanguang Society will definitely target you."

Xu Feng said lightly: "This kind of information is entirely speculation and analysis."

Mr. Yang grabbed Xu Feng's hand again and said seriously: "Don't go to the bar tomorrow, otherwise there will be big trouble."

Xu Feng frowned slightly.

Tomorrow he made an appointment with Emperor Xue to meet at the bar and then go to the auction house together.

"Why, isn't He the one who ruled the trading market? Who dares to fight privately in the trading market?" Xu Feng asked back with a sneer.

Mr. Yang shrugged again, "Anyway, I have already persuaded you kindly. If you don't listen, that's your own business. Oh, there's one more thing..."

"What's up?"

"Do you want to sell it? A story that seven men and one woman have to tell."

"Get out..." Xu Feng wanted to kick Mr. Yang out again.

Mr. Yang wanted to get in a bit more trouble, but as he walked, his body stiffened and he stood there embarrassedly.

He had already seen that the direction Xu Feng was heading was Mishe's laboratory.

This is the most terrifying part of the entire trading market!

If you don’t want to die, you must not get close to this place!

"Brother, you really have a habit."

"I went there once, and I dared to go there again!"

"If I had the courage of you, I would dare to sell the plate to the Snow Emperor."

"Forget it, the business is not in a bad mood. Let's talk about it next time-if you can still see the sun tomorrow."

After saying that, Mr. Yang ran away again, unable to even see his own figure.

"...It's not that serious." Xu Feng sneered.

However, his heart immediately hangs, because he clearly sees the burning lights in Mishe's dilapidated laboratory.

……well.

Do scientists never sleep at night?

Xu Feng gritted his teeth and slowly walked to the door of the Alchemy Laboratory, reached out and knocked on the door a few times.

He had originally expected that Mishe could not hear the knock on the door, and then he could leave with comfort.

but……

After knocking twice, the laboratory door opened.

Mishe stood at the door with excitement on his face, and there were a burst of strange smells.

Xu Feng subconsciously covered his mouth and nose and held his breath.

Mishe laughed and said, "Don't be afraid, this is not poisonous gas. I'm making supper. Have you eaten it?"

"Cooking supper?" Xu Feng asked in surprise: "Uncle Mixiu, how can you still make supper?"

Mithur frowned and said, "Look at what you said! I don't have a servant, so how can I survive if I don't cook?"

Xu Feng thought, it was true that scientists are not gods, they have to make a living.

Mi Xiu waved to Xu Feng, "It's better to come early than to come sooner. The food is just out of the pot, so let's eat it with me."

Is this a pitfall?

Xu Feng hesitated for a moment and smiled and said, "Thank you, Uncle Mixiu, but I'm not hungry."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xu Feng's stomach purred in protest.

Mithu laughed, "Okay, I can understand that you don't want to eat, but then you can only watch me eat."

Xu Feng resisted his hunger, "Well, please feel free."

"Come in - be careful not to step on my slug."

Puff.

Before Mixiu could finish his words, Xu Feng felt his feet soft, as if he was stepping on a lump of snot.

He looked down and almost vomited after dinner overnight.

Mitho shook his head and sighed and asked, "Are you okay?"

"...It's okay." Xu Feng finally struggled out of the mucus of the slug and rubbed his feet hard on the clean ground.

What a bad luck!

"I didn't ask you." Mi Xiu gave Xu Feng a blank look, squatted down and asked at the snot on the ground, "Brother, are you okay?"
Chapter completed!