[No CP] Monster Race Growth Daily

The bright windows, exquisite pastries, and the beautiful girl in the store are smiling at him.

How nice, he thought.

Then he swallowed.

"Grumble-"

Frustrated, the man looked away from the window a few steps away, leaned his back weakly on the bench by the street, and touched his stomach with his hands.

It took a few seconds for him to realize that it wasn't right, the voice didn't seem to come from his stomach.

He looked around slowly, and there was a handsome young man there.

The boy had no expression on his face, and the clothes on his body could be seen to be expensive. Seeing him looking over, the boy looked back expressionlessly, very indifferent.

No, it's impossible.

No matter how you look at it, this young man is the kind of person who has nothing to do with being hungry, hahaha.

He looked back.

"Gulu Gululu—"

This time the time was longer and the voice was louder, Lu Ren couldn't even deceive himself.He turned his head stiffly little by little, facing the boy, and said hello: "Hi, you seem to need help?"

Three minutes later, after exchanging names, they almost simultaneously discovered the commonality of their current situation—no money, hunger, and lack of strength, and they begged kind people to feed and take them in.

The two people who were suffering from the same disease looked at each other in blank dismay.

Brothers and sisters in need, meeting each other will not make either party feel better at all, but will only feel that they are more unlucky.

...was so sad that I wanted to cry.

Lu Ren sighed, feeling that as an adult, he still had to take care of the young man, so he said kindly, "Yao Sheng, right? Have you seen the cake shop opposite?"

Seeing the other party nodding, he continued: "I have a plan that will allow us all to eat, but it requires your little cooperation. As long as you sacrifice a little, there will be plenty of cakes."

Yao Sheng, that is, Bu Shengyao moved himself silently, away from the uncle who smiled strangely.

Lu Ren didn't notice it, he was still promoting his plan vigorously, thinking that he could get something to eat.

Bu Shengyao hesitated for a moment, and then said: "Although I don't know what you want to do, but your smile is disgusting, uncle."

Lu Ren: A sword in the heart

Be, be noticed.The bad battle plan to use the boy's lust to get the cake has been noticed!

Sure enough, there was still nothing to do in the end, the hunger still accompanied them, and they never gave up and moved the world.

Lu Ren was weak: "You look like a young master at first glance. Now you are reduced to the same level as me here. Could it be that you ran away from home?"

Bu Shengyao: "...not really."

Lu Ren: "Then you are?"

Bu Shengyao tapped his forehead with his right hand hesitantly: "Actually, I don't know why I'm here, no, it should be..."

He looked a little confused, as if he didn't know how to continue talking.

However, at a certain moment, his pupils suddenly constricted, and then slowly returned to normal.

He heard himself say, "I seem to have lost my memory."

Lu Ren and Bu Shengyao didn't talk face to face, so they didn't find anything wrong.

He just thought——it's troublesome, no matter who you meet casually on the street, you will encounter the stalk of amnesia!Isn't this kind of plot bad for a long time? Isn't it a bloody plot that only appears in Two-dimensional?How could such a failed loser like him just pick one up on the street?

To be reasonable, he can't afford to support a living person, he can't even support himself...

Bu Shengyao felt that this person did not doubt what he said, and he was secretly relieved.

Just now, he seemed to recall some fragments, which contained a warning.

[Don't give out your name, don't put too much trust in people you just meet, don't reject your instincts. ]

So he subconsciously concealed the fact that he still has a little memory, but chose the more distant memory loss.

At this moment, a bell sounded.Bu Shengyao silently counted and knocked exactly twelve times.

Lu Ren's voice rang after the bell rang: "It's already twelve o'clock at noon."

Bu Shengyao subconsciously stroked the ponytail tied behind his head, and finally twisted a strand of hair that was unconsciously entwined around his fingertips.

Lu Ren had a headache: "You said you kid, why did you show up at such a short time... Do you have somewhere to go?"

Bu Shengyao repeated what he said just now: "I have amnesia."

The implication is, no.

Lu Ren stretched lazily: "Uncle, I am in a good mood today. Let me help you try to find your memory. It sounds quite interesting."

Bu Shengyao: "Uncle, you just said that you are very hungry. Do you still have the strength to help me now?"

Lu Ren: "Anyway, if you stay here, you won't be able to eat anything, why don't you help this poor young man who lost his footing."

Bu Shengyao: "This sounds very unreliable."

Lu Ren: "Just treat it as my whim."

Bu Shengyao: "Having a whim or something sounds even more unreliable."

The sun is still quite bright today, Bu Shengyao raised his head, and raised his left hand flat in front of his eyes, covering some of the dazzling sunlight: "Uncle, has anyone ever said that you look like the kind called a kidnapper?" Bad guy."

Blue veins popped out of Lu Ren's forehead: "...are you still looking for it?!"

Bu Shengyao's tone was flat: "Oh, what is this? Could it be the emotion called anger from embarrassment?"

Lu Ren: "Your words are completely affirmative, and you have confirmed it privately without even questioning! So where does it show that you are angry? You need to have more trust in this society."

Bu Shengyao stood up, patted the hem of his clothes: "Didn't you say you want to help me find memories?"

Lu Ren clicked his tongue, stood up, and asked, "Do you still remember where your current memory first started?"

Bu Shengyao: "Remember, it's at the end of this road, I'll take you there."

After walking a few steps, Bu Shengyao stopped, and took out a few pieces of paper from the pocket of his windbreaker: "So I wanted to ask this morning, you know what it is..."

Before he finished speaking, Lu Ren looked at the pieces of paper in disbelief.

Bu Shengyao automatically muted his voice.

Wherever Bu Shengyao shook his hand, Lu Ren's gaze followed.After confirming that it was not a hallucination, Lu Ren laughed and said, "What the hell is this? This is our life-saving meal ticket today!"

Bu Shengyao:? ? ?

Lu Ren: "Are you stupid? This is money!"

Bu Shengyao was in a slightly complicated mood. He was in a daze looking at those ghostly drawn symbols. For some reason, he always felt that things like money didn't look like this.

Lu Ren scratched his hair: "Why are you in a daze, why don't you eat when you have money?"

Bu Shengyao simply gave Lu Ren all the money in his hand: "Then you take me to dinner."

Lu Ren: "Just trust me that much?"

Bu Shengyao: "Because uncle, you are a good person who likes to meddle in other people's business."

Lu Ren: "..."

Lu Ren silently accepted the good person card, not really wanting to deal with the person opposite him.

Atomic City, also known as the Alchemy City, is where most of the alchemists of the Wu Clan gather.

This place can be called the holy city in the hearts of alchemists. The National Alchemy Center - Nettle Courtyard is in the very center of the city. Registered alchemists gather here every year to pass their assessment.

The assessment is divided into entry assessment, career assessment and upgrade assessment.

The entry evaluation is the assessment for apprentices to become official alchemists, and the career evaluation is a test used to judge whether the level of alchemists has regressed, that is, the peer test. Both of these are annual tests.

The upgrade evaluation, as the name suggests, is used to judge whether their abilities have improved. This has to be applied by themselves. As long as they pass the application, they can be tested at any time.

And it wasn't just alchemists who came to this city for the assessment.

There are also some local tyrants who will come here to choose alchemists with investment value, support their experiments, and pay their living expenses.

This year's annual assessment is next month, and since it's already the end of the month, the city is extraordinarily lively right now.

Bu Shengyao: "So why is it called the nettle courtyard?"

Lu Ren: "Because the name of the one who founded the National Alchemy Center is 'Nettle', just to commemorate it."

Bu Shengyao: "What a strange name."

Lu Ren: "...Hey, your focus is a bit crooked."

Bu Shengyao has always been considerate: "Then what's the point?"

Lu Ren: "You should care more about this assessment."

Bu Shengyao: "I'm not an alchemist."

Lu Ren: "No, it doesn't matter. You just need to know that now we only have less than one hundred gold bits in our whole body. Even if we eat fried noodles every day, we can only last for a short period of time. After using up this little money Afterwards, we would starve to death on the streets."

Bu Shengyao thought about the feeling of being hungry, and then actively imagined what it means to starve to death on the street. He shuddered and surrendered to reality helplessly: "What should we do?"

Lu Ren rolled up the last bit of fried noodles on the plate with a fork, and smiled maliciously: "Of course, it is up to those big fat sheep attracted by this exam to save us."

It's not a friendly activity that's usually associated with the Big Sheep.

Bu Shengyao stared at Lu Ren: "Uncle, even if the reality hits you, you don't have to do something that breaks the bottom of morality. We can still do some positive work."

Lu Ren asked strangely: "Don't break the moral bottom line? Do some positive work?"

Bu Shengyao: "For example...washing the dishes."

Lu Ren: "..."

Lu Ren: "I don't want to do anything, don't look at me like this, I'm actually an alchemist! I just want to find an investor to support me in my experiments!"

Bu Shengyao: "...Huh?"

The author has something to say: After thinking about it for a long time, I decided to brush up the copy of the Wu Clan first.

School is about to start, and military training is needed, and I'm thinking about saving manuscripts.

As a serious procrastinator, it feels like I might die...

The weather has changed a lot recently, little angels, please pay attention, otherwise you will be like a scumbag author, with a cold, fever, dizziness and stomach pain, repeatedly, and then fall into the arms of the serious illness.

Finally, here's to you guys~