Fantasy: The Second Miss Said She Was Ordinary

Chapter 598 Don't Tease Me

Lan Ze and the rogue farmer stared at each other.

Seeing the innocent look on the rogue farmer's face, Lan Ze was filled with hatred.

"Hehe, you're really straightforward."

"Oh, how did you know my name is Zhang Zhishuai?"

"..."

Lan Ze's cheek twitched, but it didn't matter. It was just a matter of building up favorability; he had plenty of ways to do it.

The Lan family is wealthy, and he took out a low-grade divine artifact, playing with it in his hand: "Brother, do you want this? This is a low-grade divine artifact personally forged by Baili Yanxuan, the former president of the Weapon Forgers Association."

If he didn't have a flashlight in his hand now, he wouldn't be willing to give away this precious treasure.

"Of course I want it!" The rogue farmer's eyes lit up like a wolf seeing a bone. As a rogue cultivator, although he had a few magical artifacts, he really couldn't afford something this high-end.

He reached out to take it, but Lan Ze put the artifact into his pocket instead: "Hey, I can't bear to part with this. I'll give you a high-grade holy artifact instead."

After saying that, he took out another magical artifact, which was noticeably less lustrous than the previous divine artifact.

"Hey, young man, how could you tease me like that?" The rogue farmer stamped his foot in frustration. How could you go back on your word!

He was just thrilled by the promise, but this guy actually took it back. Isn't he just messing with him?

As the two continued their conversation, Lan Ze keenly observed that the number on the head of the rogue farmer Zhang Zhishuai had decreased from sixty-five to sixty-two.

But don't panic. As an excellent creator, SeSeZe knows that feelings are developed through tug-of-war. With each pull and tug, even hatred and fighting can escalate into a loving and affectionate relationship.

"Do you want this sacred artifact? If not, I'll keep it."

"I want it, I want it, it's better than nothing." The rogue farmer said anxiously, and hurriedly took the top-grade holy artifact. The number above his head jumped to sixty-eight, and his goodwill increased, but not much.

"Well, a sacred artifact isn't really worth much. I, Lan Ze, am not a stingy man. I'll give you another bottle of Dan Xie Lao Gui's pills."

A bottle of pills emitting a faint fragrance appeared in Lan Ze's hand. The farmer sniffed and his mouth watered.

The pills made by the old ghost Dan Xie are absolutely extraordinary! He only needs to smell them to know that they are genuine!

"Brother, this bottle of pills isn't cheap..." he swallowed hard.

Lan Ze stuffed the pill into the arms of the rogue farmer: "Of course, but for you, brother, it's worth it."

Before the other party could speak, he also stuffed the divine artifact into his arms.

The rogue farmer was taken aback: "Brother, what's this?"

They said it was just pills, so why did they give him this divine artifact too?

Lan Ze smiled and said, "It's all yours, brother. Actually, we were going to give you this artifact too. I was just joking with you. You don't mind, do you?"

Brother Zhishuai had never seen anything like this before. He was completely charmed and his face turned red with excitement, his eyes crinkling into chrysanthemums as he smiled: "I don't mind, I don't mind."

He put the artifact into his mustard seed bag, muttering to himself, "I feel a little embarrassed."

Lan Ze thought to himself, "Oh dear," while saying "I'm sorry" aloud, he packed up his things faster than anyone else.

Fortunately, this guy's favorability rating kept rising: seventy-five, seventy-six, seventy-seven...

Lan Ze's mood gradually improved, and a satisfied smile appeared on his lips.

But soon, his smile froze.

The number above Zhang Zhishuai's head was, unfortunately, frozen at seventy-nine.

You need a favorability rating of 80 or higher to get farm tools. The glaring number 79 almost made Lan Ze collapse on the spot.

Good heavens, did it have to be this perfectly timed?!

How is this any different from Lilith, the tutor at Longze Academy, who gave him a score of 59 on his monthly exam?

"What's wrong, brother?" The rogue farmer leaned close to Lan Ze's distraught handsome face and asked, feigning ignorance. His honest and innocent appearance made Lan Ze want to vomit blood.

But Lan Ze is not one to give up easily.

He quickly composed himself, raised his hand and put it on the shoulder of the rogue farmer: "Brother Zhishuai, now that we have such a high level of goodwill towards each other, I won't keep some good things to myself."

"What good stuff is this, brother? Is it even better than a divine artifact?" The rogue farmer's eyes were filled with longing. He was grateful for the gift from the ruins; this was truly a great opportunity.

Lan Ze looked around, then turned around to block everyone's view, and mysteriously took out his treasure: "The Happy Life of Mu Dagun," and flipped through a couple of pages in front of his older brother.

The farmer, a wandering cultivator, first looked puzzled, then his pupils suddenly dilated, and the next moment, his face turned bright red, his Adam's apple bobbed up and down, and he swallowed hard.

"Brother, where did you get this good stuff?" He rubbed his hands together. He had been in the martial arts world for so many years and had never tasted such fine food. He reached out to take the book.

Lan Ze abruptly slammed the book away.

"Okay, that's enough for now."

"That won't do!" Zhi Shuai was dumbfounded. He had just watched the beginning and was getting aroused, and now he couldn't watch anymore? That wouldn't do!

"Brother, please have mercy, I've had a tough time all these years..."

"You really want it, bro?"

"Yes, of course I want to."

"This is not good..."

"What's wrong with our relationship!"

"But bro, with your level of affection... our relationship isn't that close, is it..."

"Oh, that's easy. I just need to think the best of you, and my favorability towards you will skyrocket."

After saying that, the number above the rogue farmer's head suddenly jumped to one hundred!

Lan Ze: ...

I should have known he would use this trick from the beginning!

The rogue farmer urged, "Hurry up and take out that picture book. If you keep teasing me, I'll lower your favorability rating."

As soon as he finished speaking, the numbers above his head began to drop one by one: ninety-nine, ninety-eight...

"Take it, take it!" Lan Ze dared not tease him anymore and hurriedly stuffed his precious original manuscript album into the guy's arms.

The farmer was overjoyed, and the number above his head returned to one hundred, settling down.

He turned around to start flipping through the pages, but before he could forget to wave his hand, a set of finely crafted farm tools appeared on the ground.

The team members were pleasantly surprised: "These farm tools are really good!"

"Of course, the quality of the farm tools assigned to you will be different depending on whether your favorability rating is 80, 90, or 100. You've been good to me, so I won't treat you badly either," Zhi Shuai said, winking.

He held the book with a satisfied smile, stopped chatting with them, turned his back, and immersed himself in the world of art.

Compared to the smooth sailing of Lanze's team, the other teams without farming tools were not so lucky. For a time, some were happy while others were sad. The most worried were the teams of Star Clan and Baga Yalu.

The Star Clan had just given all their money to Qin Youyou, so they had no money left.

Unfortunately, the NPC farmer assigned to their territory was the rogue cultivator they had previously mocked, and their initial favorability rating was negative two hundred!

The Star Clan are bad at math and don't know what negative is, but they recognize the word as the negative form of negative.

Since they had no money, they set their sights on Baga Yalu.