Since eating Zafant's skewers, Lin Qian'an has habitually gone out to eat skewers on the night, hoping to meet Zafant.

It’s not for the little bit of skewers he grilled skewers, but after eating his grilled skewers, people feel much more relaxed from the baptism from the soul to the body.

Moreover, after listening to the music he played, the faint pain caused by Lin Qian'an's chest when he breathed would also disappear.

Hard work pays off. At 12:00 pm on June 7, Lin Qian'an finally met Zafant at the night market again.

Along with a pleasant piano piece, Zafant also appeared.

"Mr. Lin Qian'an, you seem to have been waiting here for a long time? I'm so sorry, please forgive me for being late!" Zafant stood up and saluted.

"No need to say these polite words, grill me twenty barbecue kebabs and ten vegetarian skewers." Lin Qian'an swallowed his saliva and spoke directly.

"Okay, no problem, so what kind of song do you want to listen to?" Zafant said, placing the skewers on top of the piano skewers.

"Look, come on." Lin Qian'an said.

He himself has no artistic appreciation ability, but because when he was in an orphanage, an aunt who could play the piano would teach them a music class every once in a while, so he wrote down some more famous songs.

"So, please enjoy the piano music "Mail Carriage"." Zafant said, sitting directly in front of the piano skewers and playing.

After a while, Lin Qian'an asked Zafant while eating the skewers: "How much is it? You can't stop accepting it this time, otherwise I won't be able to eat it!"

"I'm also a small business. Mr. Lin Qian'an, you are joking. The meat skewers are two yuan per skewers, one yuan per 5 yuan, and the sincere skewers are fifty-five yuan. This is the QR code." Zafant said, taking out a collection code and laughing.

Lin Qian'an was quite surprised when he saw this.

Zafant should be a meme, without an identity, so he should not be able to do such online payment.

For this reason, Lin Qian'an specially prepared some cash in advance, but he did not expect that Zafant had a collection code.

After scanning the code to pay, Lin Qian'an found that the other party's name was also a "night market pianist".

"Thank you for your patronage!" Zafant smiled at Lin Qian'an.

"Mr. Zaffant, will you come tomorrow?" Lin Qian'an asked.

"After midnight, I traveled to various cities. As long as someone wants to appreciate my performance, I will come. But if there are too many people, I may come a while later, so I'm sorry," said Zafant.

"So that's it." Lin Qian'an nodded and said, "Then I won't delay your work, goodbye."

"Goodbye, Mr. Lin Qian'an, I wish you a good dream tonight." Zafant bowed.

After saying that, he sat down and played the song and left. A sudden twist appeared in the space in front of his piano skewers, and then his figure disappeared.

Lin Qian'an looked at all this and his expression became a little surprised.

He didn't expect that Zafant's piano skewers had this kind of space ability.

Judging from the situation, I should have gone to a night market.

To be honest, Lin Qian'an really wanted to let Zafant bake hundreds of skewers for him in one breath. In that case, even a skewer with only 0.1 skewer can get dozens of skewer points.

But Lin Qian'an did not do so in the end.

If you are too utilitarian, you will sometimes feel very tired.

And he felt that if he did that, he might never see Zafant again.

After smiling, Lin Qian'an extracted all ten meat skewers and then began to eat the skewers happily in his hand.

Every skewer is a piano piece, just like a blind box. Even if Lin Qian'an is hungry, he is a little reluctant to finish it at one time.

He decided to return the manuscript fee and buy a small refrigerator to store Zaffant's skewers.

In this way he can save and eat slowly.

Since that day, Lin Qian'an has been able to meet Zafant outside that fixed alley every night.

But time will be a little uncertain.

Sometimes it is exactly twelve o'clock, sometimes it is one or two o'clock.

At the latest it is 2:30.

After Lin Qian'an asked, Zafant said that he needed to rest at three o'clock, so the business hours were from twelve to three o'clock.

Lin Qian'an doesn't mind waiting for a few hours when he has a skewers. Anyway, as long as he eats Zafant's skewers, he won't feel exhausted if he sleeps for two or three hours less.

June 10th.

Lin Qian'an's salary of 10,000 yuan as an outsider of the Dragon Group was received, but the progress in the game was still stuck, but his internal strength and cultivation had already made a significant breakthrough.

He felt that the acupoints between his eyebrows became weaker and weaker, and perhaps within this month, he would break through to the innate realm.

When I went out to buy breakfast in the morning, Lin Qian'an met his landlord Xu Zhan.

It was a dead house like him, one year older than him and twenty-four years old.

Usually people don’t go out, they make a living by ordering takeaway.

He also has a younger sister Xu Xin who is not related by blood. She is fifteen years old and is in high school. She is said to have very good grades.

"Good morning, Xiaolin." Xu Zhan greeted with a smile.

"Good morning, Brother Xu." Lin Qianan also responded with a smile.

Seeing Xu Zhan leaving with full vitality, Lin Qian'an's expression seemed a little strange.

Since Xu Zhan's parents died in a car accident two years ago, he has been a little depressed and has basically never laughed anymore. Later, he stayed at home and refused to go out.

Even his sister is difficult to get close to him.

Unexpectedly, those who are now invincible can see a smile on his face.

Suddenly, Lin Qian'an seemed to have thought of something.

Yes, he is also the protagonist of this template!

It seems that this is finding hope.

This is pretty good.

After breakfast, Lin Qian'an spent two clocks to write, and then turned on the meme to start the game.

The game "Drink that Bottle of Witch Medicine" has been trapped by him for more than ten days and has been stuck in the Flame Witch. No matter what, it will fail. There is no useful information at all. Lin Qian'an even planned to save the pass record directly.

Three hours later, Lin Qian'an failed again. Although he prepared a large amount of fire-resistant potions in advance, he was still burned into coke by the flame witch.

The legendary figure is so powerful.

Lin Qian'an even felt that the Flame Witch might already be of the same level as Tong Zun.

Suddenly, Lin Qian'an's lower abdomen felt swelling again.

He raised his eyebrows and began to activate his true energy and impacted the acupoints between the eyebrows.

After ordering a takeaway at noon, Lin Qian'an started playing games again.

The rarer the material, the more the cognitive effect is, the better the refined witchcraft potion will be.

The more common the materials are, the more cognitive effects are, the more rude the witch medicines are.

Moreover, many materials do not have corresponding effects themselves, but because they have been said too much in the circulating rumors, they are considered to have corresponding effects.

To put it simply, witchcraft potions are actually idealistic potions.

What effect do you think it has? The potions refined with it can have the corresponding effect.
Chapter completed!