Ring Game [Unlimited]

On the table was the apple pie that Grandma Tina sent last night.

Unfortunately, he was really in no mood to eat last night, and the apple pie was completely cold at this time.

Fu Xing didn't expect that this mother-in-law not only made delicious Mexican rolls, but also the apple pie tasted very good.

"Fu Bao, let's be sad, no matter what we say, we can't feel sorry for the dead, right?" the ruffian boss comforted.

In fact, when Fu Xing woke up from sleep, his mood had almost adjusted by himself.

But this "ruffian boss" is all about which pot is not opened and which pot is lifted.

"Can you shut up for the young master?"

Fu Xing was impatient, since he had this system, he always felt that his head was buzzing.

"Hey! People don't have mouths."

He didn't bother to argue with this lifeless system, he opened his "backpack" while eating an apple pie.

Fu Xing remembered that the official system said that other props were rewarded in the backpack, and even he himself did not know what he had accomplished.

[Backpack: a ruby ​​ring, a titanium dioxide paint, and a blue butterfly necklace. 】

This made him a little puzzled, the ruby ​​ring was given by the NPC who sold his paintings, but the titanium dioxide pigment was his own!

Can the things I brought into the dungeon co-authored be transformed into props?

Fu Xing is already considering whether to bring all his belongings with him next time.

As for this blue butterfly necklace...

Fu Xing only remembered the last part of the artist's copy, and there was indeed a blue butterfly flying in.

"This is..."

In fact, Fu Xing can hear whatever the "ruffian boss" thinks. He and Fu Xing's subconscious minds are already connected when they bind the game.

"The reason why the titanium dioxide pigment can be used as a prop is to reward you with system props again. It has something to do with Fu Bao closing the dungeon for you."

"Your titanium dioxide pigment is the key for everyone to reveal the authenticity of the painter's painting. Although it was yours at the beginning, because of your high empathy with the painter, in the eyes of the NPC, you are also regarded as an NPC, or there is another kind of painting. Possibly, some of your actions disrupted the rhythm of the dungeon, and of course there is another situation... but it shouldn't be!"

"As for the blue butterfly necklace, it's the reward for closing the dungeon. It's really stingy to calculate that only one item will be dropped after closing the dungeon!"

Fu Xing listened to the explanation of the "ruffian boss" while studying the props in the "backpack" by himself.

Click on the description box in the lower right corner of each item.

Um......

[Ruby Ring: It has the function of seducing and charming NPCs, ghosts, and players, and can only be used once. 】

[Titanium dioxide pigment: can erase all traces, each use is valid for three days, each dungeon can be used twice, and a single dungeon can be used twice or more in total, after the dungeon is released, it is a useless item. 】

[Blue Butterfly Necklace: If you don’t wear it, you will be killed. If you wear it, you can save your life. With the player’s love, you can summon a small blue butterfly. 】

The first two are pretty normal, what the hell is this prop behind?

Probably because the SVIP has no right to check the player's backpack, the "ruffian boss" can take advantage of Fu Xing's time to check the backpack to cast a double eye.

"Fu Bao! What kind of rubbish is your prop?!"

Fu Xing: ...This system still scolds people?Was assimilated in just a few days?

"This system thought how many S-level items could be dropped by closing the dungeon? Just give one item, but this is an item that doesn't even have a level! Even the properties of the item are so strange!"

"What do you mean? Is this prop bad?" Fu Xing pouted.

"The other two are normal, the necklace is not normal, trash props! It's not as good as the ring!" There are only a handful of props that the capable SVIP dissed.

"It's better than nothing. If this necklace can save my life, then I should really wear it."

Although a big man with a bit of a mother.

But this necklace is still pretty. Artists like Fu Xing don't have so many colored glasses.

"It's fine to wear it, but once you put it on and then take it off, it will be a big trouble. Fu Bao, be careful..."

As soon as the electronic sound fell, Fu Xing rolled his eyes. Fu Xing just buckled the necklace around his neck.

"Can you tell me earlier next time, believe it or not, the young master will beat you to death?"

"Hey!"

"roll."

In the next few days, Fu Xing also continued to work. The previous boss’s words were completed, but the linseed oil in the house (note: the conditioner used for oil painting, the same as the previous turpentine) was used up, and Fu Xing Line had to be out to restock.

He was dressed casually, with simple white short sleeves, light blue loose overalls with dots of paint stained on them, a pair of classic black high-top vans, and light brown hair casually tied in a little chirp behind his head.

The sunlight made his skin whiter.

Translucent white.

He browsed around and gained a lot, and even bought a picture frame with a sense of age. Fu Xing likes such retro things very much.

Probably because I was in a good mood, on the way back, I went to the flower shop on the corner to buy some lilies, planning to go back and raise them.

When he was about to arrive at the studio, he passed the burrito shop of his mother-in-law next door. Fu Xingxing expressed his gratitude and took out two lily plants to give to her mother-in-law. Take care of business.

As soon as Fu Xing took the burrito and turned around with the things in his arms, he was almost knocked down by the man behind him.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly and stood still.

He looked up and met those familiar blue eyes.

Fu Xing was taken aback, isn't this the handsome blond guy who asked him to order a portrait?

What is he doing here?

"Are you okay?" The man supported Fu Xing in time.

If Fu Xing remembers correctly, his name is Fossey.

Fu Xing looked up at the gray Maybach behind him, he gasped, it turned out he was really a rich man.

But why does this car look familiar?

Fu Xing is very sensitive to color, this gray car paint has a touch of cherry blossom powder inside, just like...

It was exactly the same color as the car that hit him when he first moved here to open his studio.

If he remembered correctly, he had given the car a hammer, right on the hood.

After observing his words and expressions for a long time, Fossey naturally knew that Fu Xing had remembered something, but he didn't say much.

He just lowered his head to help pick up the paint that Fu Xing had dropped on the ground.

"Sorry, Mr. Fu."

"Ah...it's okay." Sure enough, the man still remembered him!

Maybe he also remembered the smashing of the car!Or... slip away first!

"Is Mr. Fu going to draw a new list?"

Fu Xing nodded in embarrassment. Whenever he met someone with such a strong aura, he would subconsciously become cowardly. This stinking problem was all scared by that surnamed Yu!Up to now, Fu Xing can't be changed.

"Can I draw my list first? I can add money."

Fu Xing looked at the blond man, and couldn't see any expression on him at all. The more he is like this, the more cautious he should be.

Swallowing his saliva, ready to refuse.

[The author has something to say: Afterwards.

Fossey: Master, he beat your car. (pointing to Fu Xing)

Fu Xing: ...

Yu Chi: Fossey was the one who hit my wife, right?

Fossey:? ? ? 】