Bring some numerical shock to the summoning world

The camel traveler fainted in the desert.

But he forgot to remind the robbers that there was only one person in the car today.

They rode four or five camels to rob a camel cart that had a whole person on it. This kind of humorous atmosphere gave Zhou Li an extremely familiar feeling.

Looking out the window, Zhou Li saw the bandit leader's face, which was more innocent than Ding Zhen's, and a sense of melancholy flashed in his eyes.

Ouch me.

An old acquaintance.

Seeing the camel riders so cooperative, Shapet nodded in satisfaction. However, he was not very satisfied with the lack of screams in the carriage. He frowned, walked to the door, and, relying on his strength, stuck his head in.

Looking at each other.

A minute later, the bandit leader sat on the chair opposite, his arms folded across his chest, his eyes hollow and melancholic. He had been stripped naked, leaving only a square-shaped bitter tea bag. His clothes were neatly folded to the side, and a pile of copper and silver pawns hovered in Zhou Li's hands.

"That's it?"

Zhou Li raised his head, clicked his tongue, and asked, "Go raise some money with your little brothers and say it's robbery to help the poor."

"Brother, I'll be completely humiliated. I won't be able to survive in the desert anymore."

Sha Peter said with a sad face: "After all, I am your senior. Please give me some face and I will kneel down for you, okay?"

Peter Sha was Zhou Li's senior. He graduated with excellent grades, became unemployed the day after graduation, and started his own business on the third day.

What? Isn’t being a bandit, an industry that requires upfront investment, considered entrepreneurship?

"Then let's go through the process."

Zhou Li spread his hands and said, "You guys come to rob me, I can always resist."

"Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey."

Upon hearing this, Shapete was shocked and said, "I'll give it to you, I'll give it to you, don't resist, I'll give you the money."

As a bandit, begging passengers to stop resisting and give him money was demeaning and unbecoming of a bandit. But as Zhou Li's senior, he had witnessed Zhou Li breaking the principal's ribs with a single kick and dismantling the school's stone gate with his bare hands to crush it into juice with sandworms.

I hit Zhou Li, is that true?

After saying this, Sha Peter rushed out and robbed everyone one by one under the puzzled gaze of the other brothers. A moment later, Sha Peter returned to the carriage with the dozens of silver coins he had collected with great difficulty, and handed them to Zhou Li with a sad face.

"So why are you going out at this hour?"

Although he had been robbed by Zhou Li, Peter Sha had no complaints. After all, that was the nature of the Sand Bandit business. Opening a restaurant was a risk of bankruptcy, so it was only natural that a Sand Bandit would be hacked to death. He had only been robbed, so he was lucky to be alive.

“It’s hard to describe to you.”

Zhou Li pretended to play the accordion, then said numbly, "Our dear Mr. Victor has once again overcome the bottom line of the world with his character. Anyway, he has been captured and needs us to redeem him."

"Then why not let him die?"

Shapeter asked in confusion, "Can't we just treat him as dead?"

"He didn't sign the subsidy form that should have been signed three months ago."

Shapet was silent.

Shapeter's face twisted. After a moment, he asked politely, "Besides the money I donated to you, do you have any money?"

Zhou Li was silent for a moment, then he pulled out a cloth bag. This was the "ransom" that Mr. Luo En had given him, the money he would use to exchange for the principal.

"This is the ransom the school gave me to redeem the principal."

Under Sha Peter's gaze, which seemed to want to see but couldn't bear to look directly, Zhou Li showed a mysterious smile and reached out to open the package.

Twelve sand buns and six bottles of purified water were revealed.

Shapet's silence was deafening.

When Ron handed him the heavy package, Zhou Li knew without even looking at it - the package could contain anything, except money.

Zhou Li was too lazy to argue with Ron. He would definitely bring up Victoria's record deficit this year to prove that "the principal's life is not worth the risk of all staff starving for a day to save it." This would easily prove that the principal's life was worthless, but his signature was valuable.

"Oh my, Godman School."

Sha Peter covered his face in pain and said, "Why didn't I listen to my advice and took this exam back then, Victoria?"

"Okay, at least you've graduated and are out of this misery."

Zhou Li sneered and pointed at himself, "Come, look at me."

"Okay, poor thing for you."

Sand Peter felt a sense of relief at this thought, even his cerebral cortex, wrinkled from the counter-robbery, smoothed out a bit. He nodded and said calmly, "If you want to find the Sand Scorpions, it's best to go to Sandstone Town ahead. Sand Scorpions usually only appear in small places like this or in their own gangs. Other places... you know how Sand Scorpions are; they generally won't go there."

"Okay, thank you for your hard work."

Zhou Li said with emotion: "As soon as I went out, I met a kind senior who was helping the poor. This is the only good news I have had recently."

As soon as I went out, I was robbed by my junior fellow Khorne students. This was the worst news I have received in recent times.

Although he thought so, Peter Sha still maintained a positive and optimistic attitude and greeted Zhou Li before leaving with the other confused bandits.

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About ten minutes later, the camel driver woke up. He stood at attention like a stiff corpse, dusted himself off, and walked to the car door. As he opened it, he asked, "How much did you get robbed? Do you want insurance..."

Looking at Zhou Li who was trying hard to stuff dozens of silver coins into the bag, the Camel Walker was stunned.

No.

Wasn’t that a robber who just came?

Now the robbers also have a donation link?

Soon, under the gaze of the silent camel traveler and the silent Zhou Li, a small town came into their sight.

There is a desert post at the entrance of the town, which is a place for camel travelers to feed their camels and measure their directions. Because he was robbed, the camel traveler had to go to the post to report the loss.

What, you said there was no loss?

The steel rims on the car weighing more than 60 kilograms were clearly picked up by the hateful sand bandits. How can we say there was no loss?

After helping the camel traveler unload the 60-pound steel ring, Zhou Li carried the two large steel rings into the small town, quickly found a blacksmith shop to sell the stolen goods, and then began to prepare to find a place to eat.

In any case, the camel travelers will set off in an hour, which is enough time for Zhou Li to eat some food that humans can accept.

The town, called Shashi Town, wasn't large, with only about thirty houses. However, as it was a major transportation hub, it had many shops offering supplies to travelers. There was even a blacksmith shop at the southern end of the town, offering temporary equipment repairs.

Zhou Li walked into the town with 5 copper coins given by the sand bandits, hoping to find a tavern to fill his stomach.

Compared to other countries, the taverns in the Kingdom of Golden Classics were a mixed bag, selling both alcohol and food to fill people's stomachs. Therefore, after choosing a tavern called "Hao Zai Lai", Zhou Li walked in.

open the door.

Looking at the savage with his bare ass standing on the table and pouring milk on his head, Zhou Li's hand that was pushing the door involuntarily froze for a moment.

Oh grass.

Sand Scorpion Tribe.

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Sinai Daily V1.1

Editor: Senior Gou

Title: Camel milk prices rise sharply, and the camel breeding industry ushers in a bonus period

According to our reporter's research, camel milk prices in central Sinai have generally increased by around 15%. This trend in camel milk prices suggests the camel farming industry is steadily improving, and the stock market is entering its first period of growth. According to economic experts, the next period of growth is the best time to buy camel farming stocks. Since it's impossible to buy at the bottom, let's follow the stock market's steady upward trend.

Chapter 4: Always Pointy Head

As the savages of the Sinai Desert, the Sand Scorpions are a very humorous race, extremely humorous. As a race that can be said to be born with the ability to crack walnuts with their brains, the Sand Scorpions have a trait that ordinary people would find difficult to hold back.

醉奶

Sand Scorpions cannot get drunk because they cannot digest alcohol, but they can get drunk because they are intoxicated by milk, the milk of any living creature.

Including the milk of female Sand Scorpions.

Yes, when a Sand Scorpion child is born, until he is weaned, he is a drunkard, forever young, forever drunk, forever with a pointy head, forever suffering from alcohol poisoning and cirrhosis of the liver, forever with dry stools and baldness and hair loss.

This racial defect causes the Sand Scorpion people to be not very smart and extremely straightforward, a bit like Arnold from Changshu.

No one knows whether the Sand Scorpion sitting across from you will suddenly turn tail and play Splatoon with camel milk in front of everyone. Over time, this group of people who drink milk without hesitation have become popular customers in major stores.

Because they lose money.

Triple compensation.

Zhou Li passed by the Sand Scorpion man who was spraying wildly on his head. After passing through the crowd watching the performance art, Zhou Li came to the circular bar, sat on the long stool, and said to the man in the tuxedo behind the counter:

"A cup of camel milk that will be thrown to the ground by the Sand Scorpion in one minute, and a plate of grilled pork rib noodles that will be overturned by the Sand Scorpion in one minute and thirty seconds."

The tavern clerk was instantly in awe.

"Expert."

The waiter secretly placed the cup in front of Zhou Li. Seeing that no one was paying attention to them, he whispered, "But I suggest you buy an extra plate of fried potatoes, because today it's buy one get one free."

"Yes."

Zhou Li nodded, "Then I'd like to trouble Mr. Sand Scorpion to help me knock over two plates of potato grids."

The two smiled at each other at the same time. Although they had never met before, they seemed to have a tacit understanding. At this moment, a cold girl's voice came from beside Zhou Li.

"A cup of camel milk and a plate of chili noodles."

A girl, carrying a large violin case on her back and with her long pink-white hair tied up in a bun, sat down on a chair next to Zhou Li. A few unruly strands of hair gently fell across her fair neck, swaying with her gentle breathing.

The pink and white hair color was rare, so Zhou Li took a few more glances. As if noticing Zhou Li's gaze, just as the clerk was preparing the ingredients, she turned her head and asked calmly:

"Why do this?"

Zhou Li paused as he turned the empty cup.

The Sand Scorpion behind him had already started to dance the more normal Sinai Bung Dance, if you ignored the trousers twisted around his head.

"poverty."

Zhou Li's words were calm and without any ripples.

As if shocked by Zhou Li's simple and pure answer, the girl thought for a moment, gently placed her hands on the table, and asked softly: