Be a Cartoonist In the Fairy World

Eight Young Master's face was extremely ugly, and he said to Du Ziyuan: "Teacher Shanfeng, although your work is excellent, but to be honest, I can't be convinced. I'm not an unbelieving person, so let's go, Mo Jiaolongdan. I can give it to you, but you have to promise me a request."

　　 Du Ziyuan didn't pay attention to him, but looked at the Ninth Princess: "You people from the Seven Front Country can't afford to lose like this?"

"Teacher Shanfeng is misunderstood. He is just an example and cannot represent the Qifeng Kingdom." Ninth Princess shook her head, and then said to Ba Gongzi, "Master Ba Gongzi, you should first hand over your things before discussing your terms. Well, as for Mr. Shanfeng’s answer, it’s up to people’s own wishes, what do you think?"

　　 was stared at by the nine princesses, and the eighth son hated Du Ziyuan to death, but he still handed over the Mo Jiaolong egg. Originally, he came up with such a precious thing to use this as an excuse to blackmail Du Ziyuan severely after criticizing Du Ziyuan's work as worthless. As for the means, he has already considered.

　　 But who knows, it doesn’t count as a fizzy drink that writes a short story in 15 minutes. There is actually a monster waiting for him who has finished a short comic in 15 minutes. This time, it was really taking a lot of money to steal the chicken and lose the rice.

　　 Du Ziyuan took Mo Jiaolong's egg, looked at the light, and said to Liang Yuxing: "Is this stuff good to eat with fried or cooked?"

　　 "Why are you still thinking about eating?" Liang Yuxing couldn't laugh or cry.

　　 The nine princesses also covered their mouths and chuckled: "Teacher Shanfeng is really interesting."

　　 In response, Du Ziyuan had no choice but to say: "Doesn't I get hatched if I don't eat it? I'm not a hen."

　　Liang Yuxing: "……"

　　 Nine Princesses: "..."

other people:"……"

The nine princesses smiled and said to him: "This ink dragon's egg needs to be slowly nurtured with dragon blood mixed with its own blood. After about a hundred days of soaking, it will be able to hatch and recognize the master, but it can't be broken in the middle, otherwise it will have to start all over again. "

　　 "Do you want to bleed yourself?" Du Ziyuan looked at the Mo Jiaolong egg in his hand with a look of disgust, "So spicy chicken."

　　 The eight son roared in his heart, but he still had to suppress his anger on the surface. He said to Du Ziyuan: "Teacher Shanfeng, I wonder if you can take a gamble with you."

　　 "What to bet on?"

　　 "You and I are both here to participate in the Qifeng Festival. Why don't we compare our rankings in the first round." The Eighth Prince said.

　　 Du Ziyuan also felt amused when he saw that he was so confident: "What about the bet?"

When the eighth son saw him getting the bait, he smiled and said: "If I rank higher than you in the first round, then you will give me two treasures that are comparable to Mo Jiaolong Eggs, otherwise I will give you two." He expected Duzi. A person from Aolan Nation didn't have many treasures in his hands. What he said was comparable to the Mo Jiao Dragon Egg, but it was actually referring to this egg.

　　 He has already calculated it. Except for this egg, Du Ziyuan must not be able to pay the remaining bet. With this relationship, he doesn't need to be afraid of Du Ziyuan's merits and can directly attack him. As long as the merits of Du Ziyuan don't reach a certain level, he can concoct Du Ziyuan any way he wants. If he dares to take his Qin Jing's things, he must pay the price of blood!

　　 However, what caught him off guard was that Du Ziyuan did not agree. Instead, he said: "You have to figure it out. Now it's you who beg me to bet with you. How can the bet be the same? Either reduce my bet or you continue to raise it, otherwise there is no way."

　　 "You..." The Eighth Prince didn't expect Du Ziyuan to say that, and almost cursed. But then he thought of his hole cards and felt that he was winning stably. What about raising?

　　 So he nodded: "Okay, then I'll give out three lower-grade spirit weapon-level treasures to bet with you, how about? Do you dare to pick it up?"

"Three inferior items? Didn't you hear what he said just now that the Mo Jiao Dragon Egg is comparable to a middle-grade spiritual tool for a painter like me?" Du Ziyuan pointed to Liang Yuxing and said, "Three inferior spiritual tools, you're a beggar. what?"

　　 "Then what do you want!?" Three inferior spirit artifacts are a lot of money for a marquis, let alone Ba Gongzi is just a son of the marquis. He is ready to owe so much that he can come up with so much, and he will feel helpless if he raises again.

　　 Du Ziyuan said: "It's very simple, I don't need your spirit weapon. If you lose, you will disperse your merits and pray for my Aolan Sea Breeze City."

　　 This guy's malice is no different to Du Ziyuan as it is written on his face. Don't think Du Ziyuan has a good temper, but in fact he holds a lot of grudges. The merits are hard to come by, but it is very simple to disperse them. You only need to do some very wicked things, such as malicious killings, digging people's ancestral graves and the like.

　　 Of course, Du Ziyuan didn't want Ba Gongzi to do this, but instead asked him to make a great wish to dedicate his merits in exchange for the people of Sea Breeze City to live and work in peace and contentment. Sea Breeze City has just been affected. Although it has improved a bit after relief, there is still a big gap compared to before~www.readwn.com~ If someone is willing to pray for them with a good deed at this time, then there will be various good things in succession. It happened in Sea Breeze City, which greatly improved the lives of the people.

　　 "What! How dare you say such a thing!?" The eighth son obviously didn't expect Du Ziyuan to be so cruel. Merit is the lifeblood of a writer. Without merit, his cultivation will slow down, his luck will deteriorate, and even his family may give up training him. This is simply a draw from the bottom of the pot and hit him directly.

　　 Du Ziyuan shrugged: "If you don't agree, don't gamble. You obviously posted it yourself, and I didn't ask you to gamble."

　　 Ba Gongzi’s face was green and green, but when he thought of his trump cards, his confidence rose again. So he gritted his teeth and said to Du Ziyuan: "You gamble, but you must have a notary with enough weight! The first round of the Qifeng Festival will have people from the four major sects, and we will ask them to be notaries. how?"

　　 "Four major sects?" Du Ziyuan suddenly remembered Feng Muzhao that he had seen during the day, and nodded, "Okay, you just don't want to repay your debts."

　　 "Don't worry! No one will want to go back then." Hachigongzi said and left. It would be embarrassing to stay any longer. Tonight, he was embarrassed one after another, and his mentality was about to collapse.

　　 "Teacher Shanfeng." Liang Yuxing suddenly shouted.

　　 "What's wrong?" Du Ziyuan looked at him suspiciously.

　　 I saw him clenching his fist and saying to Du Ziyuan with a full face, "I believe you will win."

　　 Du Ziyuan laughed: "Those who don't know think that I and you belong to the same country."

　　 Is this guy really the strongest novelist in Qifeng Kingdom? But why doesn’t it feel like?