Bring some numerical shock to the summoning world

He didn't know either.

Dave didn't know either.

Lan Ling won’t know either.

Even Mogen didn't know that once these treasures from ancient times left the Dusk Forest, they would collapse directly due to the emblem problem, lose all their magic and value, and turn into piles of useless scrap metal.

A smart friend would ask, didn't Zhou Li ask for Mogen's reward? Why is he so desperate?

"I regret it so much, really, I regret it so much."

Slumped in the chair, Zhou Li stared blankly at the pile of scrap metal in front of him, muttering to himself, "If I had known this would happen, I wouldn't have let them use all this to pay the bill. I wouldn't have been so greedy and asked for 50% more. I would... I would... wuwuwu..."

Lan Ling pursed her lips and wanted to say something, but in the end it just turned into a long sigh.

Like Zhou Li, she exchanged all her rewards for "ancient treasures".

There was no way, no one could have imagined this would happen. Lan Ling was a genius in spiritual power, but she had no accomplishments in magic because she was terrible at math.

Zhou Li?

He was good at math, but magic was afraid of him, so his magic was even worse.

Therefore, the two did not realize that these ancient treasures could only be sold in the Duskwood, or in other words, only the Duskwood had such special products and they could never be sold out. But when they realized this, it was too late.

Go back to collect the debt?

How could I ask for it? I signed it in black and white, and gave you the things. Who knew this would happen?

Although Zhou Li was confident that if he persuaded them, both the plants and zombies would return the money without missing a cent, the place he was going to next was completely different from the Malay Peninsula. He had also already applied for a passport and bought a ticket for a cross-border shuttle. If he went back...

Damn, money.

Sighing, Zhou Li said, "Okay, let's talk about it next time I come back."

Nodding, Lan Ling said, "That's right. There's no point in worrying about it now."

"So magical talent is still very important."

Zhou Li leaned back in his chair and asked, "Lan Ling, didn't you say you wanted to visit your musical friends? Did you meet them?"

"Met."

Lan Ling's expression suddenly became a little strange.

"Met?"

Zhou Li was stunned for a moment and asked, "What do you mean?"

"My friend, that's Dave."

The corners of her mouth twitched, and Lan Ling said with some difficulty: "I just saw the message on the Demonic Scripture. Dave and I have always been online friends, but I didn't know she was a plant, and she didn't know I was Henyin."

?

Zhou Li was stunned.

"Now that I think about it, yes."

Lan Ling said with a smile, "Zombie Dead Family, this unique name really fits Dave's personality. And she's good at playing bass and guitar, which fits in with what we talked about before."

Zhou Li was happy.

"That's quite a coincidence."

Zhou Li smiled and said, "Then you didn't invite her to join your new band?"

"No."

Shaking her head, Lan Ling said, "She also has the responsibility of the Plant Kingdom. She might be interested in a band, but she won't actually do it. Besides, I already have a candidate for the bassist."

"Who?"

Zhou Li asked curiously.

Lan Ling took out her passport and waved it in front of Zhou Li, with a slight smile on her lips.

"Don Quixote, the number one bassist in the Colorful City."

"Hey?"

Zhou Li blinked and thought for a moment before realizing something. He looked at Lan Ling and smiled, "Together?"

"of course."

Reaching out her hand and high-fived Zhou Li, Lan Ling smiled faintly and said, "We work very well together, don't we?"

"elder brother."

In this way, Zhou Li and Lan Ling headed towards the Sinai Desert.

The gate of Victoria is not big, just an ordinary wooden frame with a Victoria plaque hanging on it. It looks a bit like a tavern that makes a living by robbing passers-by around.

Putting down her luggage, her short red hair sparkled in the sunlight. The girl raised her head, her dazzling cobalt earrings chiming like wind chimes, and her ocean-blue eyes reflected the Victoria plaque.

"Got you."

she says.

Chapter 113 God Man

This time, Zhou Li and Lan Ling lavishly bought direct train tickets from the Sinai Peninsula to the central city of the Sinai Desert.

why?

Because they think they have endless wealth.

Why do you think?

Because in the car, their endless wealth turned into scrap metal.

This means that not only did Zhou Li and the others not get much money, they also took a luxurious direct flight and spent far more than the transfer fee.

It's a classic case of "misfortunes never come singly".

After getting off the magic train, Zhou Li and Lan Ling stood in the train station, holding their packages in the same manner, watching the speeding magic train and sighing in unison.

"Hey."

"Hey."

After doing some calculations, Zhou Li was surprised to find that not only had he spent a lot of money on travel and accommodation, but he also spent a lot of money on a direct ride. This heavy blow directly caused Zhou Li extremely horrible damage to his wallet, and it was real damage that he could not resist.

"Okay, let's go."

Zhou Li sighed, stretched out his hand, and pushed away...

Where's the door?

Zhou Li was stunned for a moment. He found that the bronze door that had always been there at his beck and call was now silent, as if it did not want to respond to his call. However, he could clearly sense that the bronze door was in his dormitory, but it just did not respond to his call.

"You owe me love, right?"

Zhou Li was instantly amused. He was already upset because his baby had become stupid, and now even the Bronze Gate ignored his summons. This made Zhou Li feel a sense of joy from the bottom of his heart. He couldn't wait to get back to the dormitory and give his beloved Bronze Gate a good old BJ football kick.

Hey? Why is there a goal frame on my football?

As the former football player, Victoria's principal Victor is currently sitting in his office, meditating.

Sit in meditation and practice asceticism.

It seems that none of these four words have anything to do with Victor, but on this sunny day, Victor sat in his chair, closed his eyes, and emptied his mind, as if he was practicing.

It looked like Victor had fainted.

In fact, he had been dead for a while.

"Don't do this next time."

Gently sticking to Victor's back, Viktrey, wearing a bachelor's gown, gently lifted her long hair and whispered to the unconscious Victor: "If you continue to work on documents while hungover, I will deprive you of your senses for another whole day~"

"what!"

Victor, who was pulled back, suddenly jumped up, gasping for breath. He looked at his sister, with only fear in his eyes, "Victor, are you a demon?"

"No ordinary person can defeat a scum like you."

Victre said gently, "If I am not a scumbag, you will not work honestly."

"Ancestors."

Victor slumped in his chair, almost crying, "I didn't sign the document hungover. I'm usually like this."

Viktele gasped, then she took out several documents signed by Victor yesterday and asked in disbelief:

"You mean to say that you, while conscious and lucid, signed a long-term loan document with an interest rate of 13 percent, and also signed a mortgage project on the college's assets with a return rate of less than 5 percent?"

"I'm calm."

Victor said calmly, "I've actually been fighting for these two documents for a long time. It was only after my constant persuasion that the bank finally agreed to my request."

"Are you crazy?!"

Victree nearly let out a sharp cry. "Are you kidding me about the school's assets?! This is a financial scam, right?"

Sitting in the chair, Victor suddenly smiled.

"Sister, you don't understand Victor or Victoria."

Leaning forward slightly, his hands folded at his chin, Victor's eyes held only pure wisdom. "First, the school must have assets."

"Secondly, the fraud must involve finance."

"He could neither extract any existing assets from Victoria nor defraud me of any financial property, so I win."

Victoire was shocked.

"No, what about later?"

Viktele asked in disbelief, "I don't have any money now, but what if they come after me for the debt?"

"Hey~ What does that have to do with me?"

Victor waved his hand and said with a hypocritical smile, "If this shabby college had the potential to make a profit, they wouldn't have sent me here. If this college had been on the path to the abyss of debt, I would have been transferred away long ago."

Looking at Victor, whose survival was written in his bones, Viktele didn't know what to say for a moment. She just sighed, took out a notebook and gently hit Victor on the head. "Just wait, when I become rich, I'll open an academy for you to manage yourself. You won't be allowed to sign documents like this then."