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They didn't know that the rich poisonous miasma created by nearly a hundred white dog dragons was not something that "bravery" or "wisdom" could fight at all, and the toxin could even invade the blood from the bare skin, constantly transmitting sleep messages to the brain, and the hunter had to fight against his own instincts.

Ignoring the whispering audience in front of him, the hero continued, "My teammate, Shang Kitten, has been recruited by the captain for half a year and has done four missions together. He was clever and walked as light as a kitten with a heavy sword on his back. He often stood behind Wang Da Man, looked at the love letters he wrote to his lover, and memorized them word for word to me and the captain. "His eyes are a little red.

When he was surrounded by a group of dog dragons, he stuck a knife in his left shoulder to dig up materials, stimulated himself with pain, and fought alone against the group of white dog dragons for an hour until the rescue airship arrived. An hour ......," he clenched into a fist with a hand on his forehead under the table, "under that concentration of poisonous miasma, even the male fire dragon will sleep to death." ”

Harder sighed lightly and added, "In order to keep the pain going, he kept pulling out his knife and inserting it in different positions between battles. There were fifteen scratches and bite marks left by the dog dragon on his body, and there were six knife marks, and the three of us slept peacefully on the snow without shedding a single drop of blood. ”

The hero stood up, and he found that at some point, everyone at the banquet had gathered, and the village chief Magnini was standing across from him, some of them were whispering, and many more were silent.

"That's the hero's story, and I don't think anyone will like to hear it." With these words, he turned and walked towards his own residence in the village.

"Little Harder just came back today, the journey is tiring, I want to go back to rest first, I'll send her off, everyone continue to play." McGonagall cleared, narrowing her eyes and smiling at the group.

"Mr. Harder, did your benefactor survive in the end?" A villager asked.

"I really hope ......" Harder, who had already turned around and was about to leave, looked back, he felt his mouth was dry, and tried several times, but the second half of the sentence was not spoken. He adjusted his breath slightly, "I'm just lucky, he's the hero." ”

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"Are you sure it's safe?" Feng Chen didn't know how many times he asked Hai this question.

"The whole village is at the banquet, what are you afraid of." Hayi whispered, "You can still do some work to scald the fur of wild boars, why are you less daring than an elf deer?" ”

"Who's timid?" Feng Chen's mouth was unforgiving, "If you are not afraid, you will go hunting with me tomorrow, who was driven by a wild marten to roll around the woods last time?." ”

Even with such a bickering, the group of three still tried to keep their steps as light as possible and their voices quiet. Feng Chen looked around vigilantly, he still remembered the last time he sneaked into this courtyard, the guard dog Datu didn't know why he was not tied to the doorpost, causing him to be scratched by the dog's paws several times.

Fortunately, this time the vicious dog had been tethered and fed, and the ears of the Orion children could still hear its whimper of satisfaction from time to time.

This was the backyard of the village chief's house, and the cellar was on the edge of the backyard, and when he heard Lu Xiu's description of the liquor, the two friends vigorously pouted him, asking him to lead the way to find the good wine in his mouth. The condemnation of the big man's conscience did not resist the coercion and temptation of the two, but he was really reluctant to walk in the front, and only he knew whether he was happy in his heart.

The key was pressed into the crack in the stone in front of the door, and Lucieu easily found and opened the door to the cellar. Chief McGonagall would never have dreamed that his adopted child would sneak into the basement of his house with two imps.

The three children flashed into the cellar in a hurry. The summers in Xuelin Village are short and not too hot, and the cellars are shallowly dug two or three meters above the ground. Climbing down the wooden ladder, Lu Xiu fumbled to blow on the oil lamp, and the bean-sized dim light illuminated the room.

In front of him was a small clean storage room, the walls were smooth and smooth, and on wooden shelves were some farm tools, locked boxes, and bundles of hemp rope, and jerky and vegetables hung from the ceiling, wrapped in coarse cloth to prevent insects from being trapped.

"Here!" Feng Chen's eyes lit up, and he pointed to a row of small pottery jars neatly tied together by hemp rope.

The three little heads came over together, and Hai had already untied the hemp rope by hand, but Feng Chen held down the hand that wanted to open the sealing mud, "What if Uncle McGonagall finds out?" Beware of him turning into a dragon ......" he suddenly made a hideous expression, "Bite you!" ”

The frightened two friends unceremoniously kicked Feng Chen's buttocks on the legs a few times, but the problem is here, there are twelve wine cans in a row, and one less will be very conspicuous. The three of them hesitated, and the faint smell of wine coming from the jar was as lovely as an elven deer waiting to be slaughtered.

"We're all here, we can't just leave it at that." Hayey said with some frustration.

"In the cellar...... There are many rats. After a moment of silence, Luciu spoke slowly.

"Yours, Lu Dama!" The reassuring pill had already been eaten, and the three huge mice slapped open the mud, and the strong fragrance suddenly filled the entire cellar.

"Shhh...... Spicy ......" Ha Yi closed his eyes tightly, and his facial features tightened around the small collapsed nose.

"Hah...... Enough strength......" Feng Chen's brows stretched, his tongue half-extended, and he said vaguely.

"I'm right." The big man found a wooden cup from a corner and poured it himself, "If only I could bring some snacks from the banquet." ”

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"Let's have some snacks." McGonagall still looked calm.

Claiming to send the hero to rest, the village chief led Hader to his residence. Now the young man sat in a rocking chair, but the older one stood by with his head bowed.

"I'm sorry, but I ruined the return sacrifice that everyone was kind enough to organize." Harder lowered his head, as if he had been caught doing something wrong by the village chief as a child.

"The words have already been spoken, and it is useless to try to redeem them. At least you're comfortable. The village chief said tepidly, "You are the hero of the village, and no one will blame you." ”

There was a brief silence in the room, and Hard's mind kept flashing back to the snowy mountains, the giant monsters, and the light crossbow in the captain's hand. The rocking chair under the dragonman creaked, and the village chief was thinking about something.

"Uncle McGonagall, I ...... Two more places are to be occupied. ”

"Nope." The village chief simply refused, as if he had not carefully considered his request, and as if he had already thought of an answer before he made it.

"One last time." Hader begged.

"You said two and a half years ago that the last time was the last." The village chief looked at the delicate mustache on his face, "Moreover, you are already forty years old. ”