Chapter 52: Master, You Are Poisonous

For a reasonable reason, it is formed into a player's leveling ground. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. biquge。 info

Just like the demonized wolves around Qingyun Village were affected by the cracks.

The most important thing about NPCs not coming to clear the Wisps is because Nuwa will guide the player through the upgrade journey to the right or suitable location until they reach a certain level.

In fact, not to mention the demon spirit, it is said that the origin of the goblin is also controversial, and no one has ever seen why the goblin was born and why he died.

Or is it like a phoenix nirvana, forever.

The fog tide came again, and Xia Chen was a qualified conductor, because at least there was no intention of striking in the bitter and resentful eyes of the bitter and withered.

Pushing it backwards, that is, he commanded it well, and Xia Chen was even happier waving his stick.

"Two in the east, three times in a row, the last one back."

"The soul body is very light, pick it up, and thrust forward - didn't learn? Oooh. ”

As a thug, it was his turn to give Xia Chen a whip this time, although Xia Chen commanded very well, but dancing with the "baton" like this was really too much for him to lose points.

"13 consecutive hits, very good, better than Dong Moran's fake wrestling." Xia Chen smacked his lips and commented.

The level of the bitter withering is only level 11, which is not much faster than himself, and it is conceivable that because of the constraints of the conditions, the professional skills he has learned must not be much, and he has made 13 consecutive combos in the air to make the two demon spirits become experience points again.

"Dong Moran? Why am I so familiar? Listening to Xia Chen's comments from time to time, he was simply angry.

What is a fake fall? You go and ask those sister papers in Huludao, will I fake a fall!

But Dong Moran's three words made him feel a little bitter, and suddenly a flash of inspiration came to his mind, and the back of the man who killed Wenxiang Pavilion with a steel spear in glory flowed like a river of blood.

Dare to ask where the hero comes from?

Big cool sky Huanxing!

On the way out of Wenxiang Pavilion, a bold player asked forward, and Dong Moran replied.

The prodigal son pavilion in Wenxiang Pavilion teased his sister in glory, Dong Mo was angry, and he killed seven in and seven out alone, and this matter finally established his bad name.

Now the name came out of Xia Chen's mouth again - wait, fake fall?

"How could Dong Moran fake a fall? I've heard that it's the trump card in that area of Gansu - wait, it's better than fake wrestling? Is it better than Dong Moran's fake wrestling? ”

"Positive or derogatory?" The bitterness was confused for a while.

"Let's talk about those things later, try to get out of the forest and complete the task as soon as possible, so that I can marry Bai Fumei and embark on a new peak in life as soon as possible."

Dong Moran's matter is an episode, if you want to say what is most interesting about his anchor identity? It's some of the gossip in those professional circles.

Xia Chen threw out a Dong Moran and successfully diverted the attention of the bitter and withered, and even with a great reduction in resentment, he worked harder to fight monsters-

After taking the summer dust out of the forest, Bitter Dry finally thought of the reason.

"Master, you're not kind." Bitter and crying, he was treated as a free thug and he worked so hard, all the other party paid was to bring out some insiders' things to chat with him about gossip, and count down which sister in the circle did not return in the middle of the night.

"What do you want?" Xia Chen asked.

"Give me an extra silver coin as my potion fee." Bitter withered said.

"That's not going to work." Xia Chen smiled.

"Why?" The bitterness is incomprehensible.

"Because I'm a buff, I can boost your fighting spirit!" Xia Chen laughed.

Bitter withering: "......"

What is known as the ninth buff of glory? Many players laughed and said that it was those girls in cloth armor who were dressed in seduction.

Can milk, can see, can sell cute, belongs to the major guilds to boost morale of the "important weapon of the country!" ”

And now Xia Chen said that he was a buff, and of course he was so bitter that he couldn't bubble for half a day.

The bitterness is in front of the killing, and Xia Chen is pointing out the country in the back.

The two had some grievances and grievances, and they had a lot of trouble, and they quickly killed themselves out of the forest.

The view of the boneyard is wider than that of the forest, but because of the influence of the night fog, Xia Chen still can't be careless.

The chaotic mountains rise from the edge of the sky, fall from the sky, endlessly, and are majestic.

A majestic mountain range crosses the border between the Terrans and the Elves, dividing the two races with very different social formations.

The soil of the two clans is bordered only by the Duchy of the Unicorn and the Duchy of the Griffon, and the Elolan - which greatly avoids widespread conflict.

Of course, it also made the territorial rivalry between the two places more intense and persistent.

Buried, or rather, mass graves are better.

The elves did not have the habit of collecting corpses for the human race, and they were full of white bones, layer upon layer, and Noah also saw the tragedy of the border war for the first time.

A beacon without a banner - the third nameless tombstone in the Elven Modedo Cathedral is inscribed.

"Are we looking for a mistake, it seems that this place is full of Terran corpses." Bitter Wither examined some of the bones again.

This is not a good job, especially when he saw Xia Chen turning over those corpses with a "delicate" face with a "gentleman's stick", he had no choice but to sigh and take the initiative to take over these disgusting jobs.

Buzzing flies, rats suddenly emerging from their eye sockets, and the rancid face of the disgusting dead man—the bitter withered breath was deeply closed.

Bitter thought that he should go back to the forest to look for it, but was vetoed by Xia Chen.

"Those are the soldiers who have been buried, their badges have already been brought back, and we are looking for these corpses."

"But these corpses are all of the Terrans, how can they have the badge of the Elf Race?"

"You've forgotten the habits of the Terrans." Xia Chen finally opened a carrion corpse, signaling that the bitterness had withered.

This is not delicate, this is the inevitable reaction after the simulation degree is fully opened, Xia Chen's reaction is already super good as a normal person.

"Terran habits? What do you mean? He glanced at Xia Chen in surprise, and saw his constant signals, so he had no choice but to follow.

The stick slapped on the corpse's hand, and a sword danced wildly, and a severed hand flew out.

"Sure enough, the Terran booty habits."

Bitter withered pulled away the hands of the carrion, and a black triangular coat of arms lay dimly there.

"Ding! You have earned the Elven Warrior Badge x1."

"I should have thought of that." Bitter Wither patted his head and said.

"You're poisonous." When Xia Chen continued to look for the second one, he said very seriously.

"Huh?"

"You're going to confuse people's thinking loops." Bitter and bitter.

He began to discover that Xia Chen was poisonous, paralyzing the character's IQ and allowing him to do unpredictable things.

I didn't expect such a simple thing, but I had to be reminded by the master.

Well, it's toxic.

"Because I made your brain stupid?" Xia Chen's face hehe.

He was embarrassed, and when he was about to refute, Xia Chen changed his tone again.

"I said I had a buff, right?" Xia Chen reiterated the matter of the ninth buff very seriously.

Bitter withering: "......"

"Why don't you speak?"

After looking for a while, constantly chatting and farting, he also provided life for himself in this mass grave. But when Xia Chen continued to speak, there was no stubble, so Xia Chen raised his head and asked.

"Master, I want to cry." The bitterness turned his face, and his face was uncomfortable and aggrieved.

"Yo yo yo, what's wrong?"

"Yes, someone grabbed my leg......"