The screams of killing pigs came from the cave, and if anyone passed by, they would tremble and run away.

I thought that there must be peerless ghosts and monsters tormenting the world here.

In a cave the size of a classroom, Huang Lian was lying comfortably in the hot spring pool, and the warm spring water soaked his entire heart and spleen, so uncomfortable.

The blushing face and misty eyes seem to be not a cave of mountain gods and ghosts, but more like a bathhouse.

Da-da-da-da!

A series of trotting sounds came from behind, and the bronze paper with a dead face pierced the man all day, trotting all the way, getting a bucket of milk from somewhere, carefully pouring it into the pool, and the smell of milk overflowed for a while.

The smooth white milk gently soaked the whole body of Huang Lian.

The paper man trotted again and came behind Huang Lian.

Huang Lian, who was immersed in the comfort of the hot spring, raised his head slightly and motioned for him to move.

"Ah~! It hurts, it hurts! Tap! ~Yes! The right side should also ~ oh ~ cool! ”

The paper piercing man is skillful, if it was in the original world of Huang Lian, he must be a well-known masseuse.

Soft shoulders, open back, pinching brain, and a set of Thai-style horses to kill chickens, fluttering like immortals, nothing more than this in heaven and earth.

"Whew~"

I exhaled deeply, and the residual injuries in my body were also healed.

He rested on his knees on the edge of the pool, twisted his neck slightly, and then waved his little hand, and the bronze paper standing next to him pierced the man, and immediately jumped into the depths of the cave.

When he returned, he had a weapon in his hand.

It was the bronze trident of Huang Lian.

Thinking of being beaten by it at the beginning, I couldn't help but feel that it was not worth it, this strange guy seemed to want the bronze trident of Huang Lian.

But it's a pity that this bronze trident doesn't know what's going on, only in Huang Lian's hands is so miraculous, even if the paper piercing person tinkers for a long time, he doesn't have a clue.

"You want?" Huang Lian raised his eyebrows and looked the paper piercing man up and down.

Originally, I thought that this guy must have been possessed by some kind of ghost on the paper man to give birth to such a strange ghost, but who would have thought that this guy turned out to be a bronze essence, and the face of this dead man's paper man was painted by itself.

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Name: Bronze

Race: Spirit

Health: 3000/3000

Health: 3000/3000

Cultivation is: the first order of the early stage of innate life

Strength: 200

Constitution: 300

Dexterity: 200

Spirit: 0

Charm: 0

Lucky: 10

Primary class: Berserker

Berserker: A melee class that adds 3 points per tier of Constitution Growth, 7 additional points per tier of Strength Growth, 50 additional melee damage, and is immune to 10% physical damage.

Subclass: Boxer

Boxer: Melee class, 5 extra points per tier of strength stat, 30 additional melee damage, +30 melee damage when using fist attacks.

Skill: [Heavy Punch]

Heavy Punch: Single attack, 120% strength attribute bonus, when the strength attribute exceeds twice the enemy's [Dark Energy] effect. None cooldown, which consumes 50% of the strength attribute of stamina each time.

Note: Dark Strength: Powerful Strength ignores armor defense and deals 50% Strength attribute damage to internal organs.

Equipment: None

Talents: [Heaven and Earth Spiritual Creatures], [Bronze Mother Essence (Growable)], [Unity of Man and God], [Ancestor], [Devouring and Recreation]

Heaven and Earth Spiritual Creatures: The restriction on growth is greatly reduced, and the energy required to break through at each stage is -50%; Luck +10.

Bronze Mother Essence: The main body is born from the Bronze Mother Essence, with full body defense +500, constitution +50, strength +30, speed +10, and all spell resistance +500%.

Man and God are one: its flesh is its soul, the body is not broken, and the soul is immortal; Immunity to illusion control, immunity to soul attacks.

Ancestor: The first bronze spirit born between heaven and earth, dealing an additional 30% damage to low-level bloodline life, with a chance to suppress.

Devouring Reconstruction: You can evolve your body by devouring all types of metal to accumulate the energy needed to break through, with high-quality bronze bearing the brunt.

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The bronze figure stiffly tapped his neck a few times, but his face did not change in the slightest, and the painted face was really frightening.

"Bring it." Huang Lian was not verbose, knowing that if he didn't hand over the bronze trident to it, he would only be able to stay here in the bath for the rest of his life.

This bronze trident has an inexplicable connection with Huang Lian, even if it is held in its hand, it is useless, compared to the miraculous trident in Huang Lian's hand, it is like a rotten dead fish in its hand, making it difficult to swallow.

The bronze figure leaned forward slightly to return the trident he was holding to Huang Lian, and he couldn't wait to stand aside, although he didn't react at all on the surface, but the shattered ground under his feet revealed his inner impatience.

Huang Lian rolled his eyes, a little unconvinced, and asked suspiciously, "I gave you the trident, and you have to let me go!" ”

The bronze villain nodded his head solemnly a few times, although it was powerful, but it couldn't speak, but looking at its performance, its intelligence should not be low, a lot higher than Bi Ao but less than half of the Nine Rhyme Toad.

It's a little silly, and it looks like a stunned blue.

Huang Lian was skeptical, holding the trident is to transport the spiritual power in his body into it, and for a while, his spirit was flying, and the entire cave was soaked in dark green glow.

The bronze little man, no matter how unbearable it was, pounced violently, opened a big hole in his stomach, and violently stuffed the trident into it.

Sure enough, its mouth is a painted ornament.

The scene was chaotic for a while, and the bronze villain was wild in his bones, and he almost didn't swallow Huang Lian's hand.

"Hiccup!"

A loud hiccup rang out.

Huang Lian's worldview collapsed suddenly, and he looked like a ghost: "The slit on your stomach is your mouth, doesn't that mean I should have hit your stomach in the first place?" ”

The bronze figure suddenly froze in place, turning its head to look at Huang Lian, although it didn't know if it had eyes, but at least the paper face it drew itself was indeed facing him.

Huang Lian swallowed his saliva, it seemed that the hot spring was also a little colder, with his understanding of the bronze villain, this guy is a flaw that must be repaid, if you punch him, it will beat you a hundred punches.

For a moment, the entire summit was silent, and only a burst of water vapor surged upward.

It moved, and walked towards Huang Lian step by step.

Huang Lian stepped back suddenly, skimmed his head in a panic, and his hands danced unconsciously: "Alas! Alas! I said before, I'll give you the trident, you let me go, I punched you, you beat me too, we are even, if you come over again, I'll call it! ”

The bronze villain ignored Huang Lian's dissuasion, and walked slowly until his whole body was submerged in the spring water.

Suddenly, it surfaced, and the physiognomy on its face was washed away by it at some point, leaving only a bulging head, which looked particularly weird.

"Brother Tai, we don't know each other, or we will worship as brothers of the opposite sex, I am old and take advantage of you, and I am willing to be the eldest brother, how about you being the second brother?"

The villain didn't seem to be able to listen to half of the sentence, and bent his head to look at Huang Lian.

"Either you can be the eldest brother, I'll be your little brother!"

The villain got closer and closer, and had already reached Huang Lian, still bending his head silently.

"Ahh With a scream, like the panic of an innocent girl, Huang Lian curled up in the corner of the hot spring, and the bronze villain's hands had touched his right knee on his right leg.

The harsh sound of metal grinding sounded in my ears, and it seemed that I was not very skilled, and it was as staccato as a toddler's words: "Let, let me... Look.. Yours, your... Face. ”