"Hehehe, hehehe."
Chen Luo kept laughing even as he ate. He couldn't close his mouth, and quite a bit of rice spilled out.
Rice lectured him, "Hoeing at noon beneath the sun-every grain was earned through toil."
Chen Luo glanced at Dharma King, who immediately understood.
Dharma King came over to Chen Luo's table and licked up every grain he spilled.
Everyone was speechless. Now that was a real bootlicker.
Hehehe, my brother Dharma King.
After the meal, Chen Luo spent some time alone with Dharma King to strengthen their bond.
Dharma King asked somewhat haltingly, "You still haven't told me how much crystals of each level are worth."
Chen Luo thought for a moment. "Two hundred for level seven, five hundred for level eight, fifteen hundred for level nine, and let's say five thousand for level ten."
Dharma King froze. Not long ago, a level-ten crystal had earned him twelve thousand points. How had its value plummeted so far in such a short time?
That level-seven mutant I killed today was only worth two hundred points?
Life just keeps getting harder.
Still, he currently had 4,500 points on the books and another two thousand secretly saved up. One more level-ten crystal would be enough.
Heavens, help this poor dog out. Give me a level-ten crystal.
Chen Luo thought that Dharma King's points were getting close to five thousand. He needed to rein that in. Bringing out the excuse he had prepared, he cleared his throat.
"Dharma King, meat is getting scarcer these days. I have to raise the price. Giving you a pound of meat for one point has been costing me a fortune."
"Go ask the members whether anyone would trade twenty points for a pound of meat. They'd fight each other for it."
"But we're brothers, after