Those Years When I Was Cannon Fodder Chapter 377

"But I have to admit that there are indeed many strong people in your human race, and there are indeed some people in our clan who have been lucky enough to gain the favor of magic weapons."

There was a look of jealousy on his face, "But you humans don't want to **** the magic weapon in their hands, because you can't use it if you **** it away."

"Do you know why the awakening ceremony is needed? It is because this awakening ceremony is also a master recognition ceremony. The awakening process is the process of the magic weapon gradually recognizing the master. Once the awakening is completed, the magic weapon will only be loyal to its owner for life until it dies. , fell into a deep slumber, and was awakened again one day."

"But this time the awakening ceremony is completely different from the previous one, and the selection criteria may also be very different, and there is no rule at all."

He showed a mocking expression, "There are some human races who don't believe in evil and really came to **** them, but the magic tools they robbed are all leaving their masters without exception, and they gradually turned into stones after they couldn't absorb the master's breath."

"They are dead."

Chu Qiong understood, no wonder the stall owner did not shy away from mentioning this matter, and this was not a secret of the Demon Race.

The reason why Master Afan doesn't know, and she has never seen it in the Gu family's records, is that the demons had never been born and had contact with the human race before, and they have always maintained a very mysterious impression on the human race, and the human race has no way of knowing. this matter.

There is a problem with the memory of Master Afan, and the Gu family has not been able to open the portable immortal mansion for many generations. Some records are from a long time ago and need to be updated.

And the choice of the demons to contact the human race should be a very recent thing.

As for whether this is a century or a thousand years, there is too little information for Chu Qiong to judge for a while.

So she asked one last question,

"So can all the dead magic weapons be awakened?"

The expression on the Demon Race stall owner's face disappeared, and his eyes turned out to be quite deep, and then he said meaningfully, "Of course not."

"Death that turns a magic weapon into stone in the eyes of everyone is not called death, it is called deep sleep or deep sleep, but when it is too long and no one can wake up, or when it is awakened many times, its power is exhausted, and its consciousness completely disappears. , then it really dies."

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"Thank you."

In the end, Chu Qiong left a bottle of Zhuanggu Pill as a reward, and entered the fourth-floor room with Chu Fan.

The Demon Race stall owner couldn't wait to open the porcelain bottle and smelled the profound medicinal aura in it, and immediately grinned, "It's not worth my waste of so much saliva, sure enough, what that kid said is true, this is true. The medicinal pills brought out by the family are of high quality."

Then he frowned again,

"However, I have to report this to the patriarch. Although the patriarch does not forbid us to spread rumors, this is the first time someone has asked me about the magic weapon. Will she have a magic weapon in her hands? "

The Demon Race stall owner made a guess, but his expression was still very indifferent.

It's not that he doesn't have a collective sense of honor as a demon, and he didn't rush to grab his treasure when he saw his treasure in the hands of the human race.

It's just that this kind of thing is really common, and he's used to it.

Demons are aggressive. Even in those years when they lived in their own territory and didn't play with humans, there were some rebellious demons who would go to the world of humans to fight with humans. Those who survived would naturally go back with honor and fight with some demons. The clan bragged about how beautiful they were on the Terran side before.

If he died, he would leave the magic weapon in the territory of the human race.

Therefore, some human races will also pick up such special magic tools, but they can't use them at all. Even if they know the special properties of magic tools, they can only be regarded as collectibles.

Because the magic weapon of death does not show any speciality, even the refiner can't study it if he wants to study it.

Now that the human race is in contact with the demon race, those people want to sell the collectibles at a good price, and the demon race has to consider it.

After all, I don't know if I can wake up.

Anyway, if you stay with the human race, you won't be able to capitalize on the enemy. If the human race can't use it, you can keep the price down a lot, and the demon race is not taking advantage of it.

If you have that money, you might as well buy more medicine pills, and exchange more inheritance to force your own cubs to die.

Especially many mixed-blood cubs, who have learned a good one, are more capable than their pure-blooded demons in the way of medicine pills.

Although the Demon Race is still very particular about force, and it is still the mainstream to respect the strong, they have also tasted the benefits of medicine pills.

The Demon Race stall owner thought: "I should have left a good impression on her just now. I explained it so carefully, I have never been so patient with my mother."

"She'll like me, so will I be able to propose marriage?"

He also really wanted a powerful mixed-race brat.

The Demon Race stall owner poured out a strong bone pill and stuffed it into his mouth. The expression on his face suddenly became distorted. There was actually a trace of enjoyment in the pain. He said vaguely,

"Sure enough, it is an elixir produced by a human race alchemist. The medicinal power is deep and the spiritual energy is pure. It's a pity that the magic elixir of this quality is too expensive and not worth it. Let's bear it."

"If she really has a magic weapon in her hand, she might choose to sell it to me after listening to me." He laughed loudly~www.mtlnovel.com~ The laughter was very sinister, like a villain, but what he said was Yes, "The quality of the medicinal pills refined by a mother is so good, and the cubs born will definitely be the same. No matter how bad it is, there is a teacher who is a mother, and it will definitely be much better than those stingy and stingy human race alchemists."

Chu Qiong didn't know that the Demon Race stall owner thought so, he directly stared at himself instead of Xiaoyuer.

To a certain extent, it also shows a fact: this time Zhang Si

Even if it is in line with other people's aesthetics, it will not be enough to say that you have the ability.

Not long after the poor little fish was proud of the scenery, she was suppressed by the heroine who knew alchemy.

Although Chu Yu didn't want this scenery, she just found it troublesome.

Chu Qiong communicated with Chu's father and took away the seeds he exchanged. After hearing from Chu's father that they would stay here for a while, they would make up for half a month as originally planned, and then they would not return after they left.

Chu Qiong took Chu Fan to the stall selling mixed-race cubs again.

As a result, no one was watching this time.

Compared with the enthusiasm of the stall owner last time, he was much more sluggish this time. Chu Qiong looked at the cages on the stall.

At least half of the fur is less, and the rest is basically untouched.

Seeing the two coming over, he said feebly, "All the guests come to see how beautiful these mixed-race brats are."

He didn't recognize Chu Qiong.

Chu Qiong pretended to choose there, Xiaoyuer asked her two things in total, one of the wake-up rituals, which has been figured out, and one of these mixed-race children.

The Demon Race stall owner was not in a hurry, and even opened the cage and let her hold the furry to check it out, to control the big and the owl.

Seeing that they were dirty, Chu Qiong used cleaning spells to clean them up.

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