Piece of pottery, the same meaning as the homophone fast escape, the original origin is a pair of father and son in the team to fight the king of the dialogue, at that time because the team challenge of the boss ready to perform a big move, the son in order to let the father withdraw from the battle line, in the team frequency knocked down the message of "fast escape", but because of the urgency of the situation, it was too late to choose the word, so it was a typo "piece of pottery".

Speaking of which, this internet phrase also has a very touching story, which began with an article on the World of Warcraft discussion board on August 20, 2011 titled "Random is really full of surprises XD".

It says that when the landlord was playing World of Warcraft, he found that two of his team were father and son, and he began to talk about family affairs in the middle of the game.

Later, when their team was attacked and the situation was critical, the son (known as Little D, or Druid) told everyone, "Flee, I'll stop you." and then repeated: "O Piece of Pottery!" The soldiers in the team fled, but the priest (i.e., his father) did not flee, staying behind to help replenish the blood, and the guide was both killed.

In the conversation that followed, the son asked his father why he didn't run away quickly, and the father replied calmly, "Is there a father who would leave his children behind and run for his life when he is in danger? No matter what the crisis is, as a father, I will definitely find a way to help you hold on!"

As a result, the soldier next to him was very moved, and said that because he had not returned home for a long time, he had to leave first and call his parents.

Because this article is too warm and touching and sensational, the words "piece of pottery" have become the code name of this matter because of their finishing touch, and they have also been extended to well-known terms on the Internet.

Talked about so much content, and even explained the origin of the vocabulary in detail from beginning to end. There's really only one sentence I really want to express.

Banana, you are a bala, if you don't escape, it will definitely evolve into a big problem related to life safety! And it's not an online game, so you won't be resurrected if you die!

Although Lucario was not the culprit who broke the glass jar, it must be known that there was the culprit of the tragedy standing beside him, even though the thief-faced man did not realize that he had caused a catastrophe. Still immersed in the remorse of the failure of the theft.

Feeling the momentum of the storm on Luvica's body, I took off the blindfold without hesitation, and turned my hand to shoot a wind spell at Lucario, and Lucario, who didn't react for a while, made a reflex action of drawing his sword to resist, but after sensing that this was a non-lethal magic, he raised his hands and put up resistance, allowing the wind to carry him into the air.

Before liftoff, Lucario threw a confused look at me, unable to understand why I was so nervous. Of course, in the next moment, he understood the reason through the scene in front of him.

Forgive me for not being able to put into words the aura that emanated from Luvica's body in a moment, even if it only appeared for less than a millisecond, but in this millisecond, I deeply felt the vivid emotion revealed by the Seraph, who had always had an indifferent expression on his face, as if he didn't care much about anything.

Blood, killing, the screams of the living...... Even if the absolute power to destroy everything in front of me leaked even a little, even if I wasn't targeted by Luvica's breath, I was almost crushed to my knees under this breath that lasted less than a millisecond.

The horizon in front of me is occupied by bright red. There are countless different languages echoing in my ears, even if I can't understand the paintings and the contents. The sense of despair that pervades it is conveyed without reservation.

Luvica's coercion was only fleeting, but in the blink of an eye, my back was covered with cold sweat, and even my legs trembled uncontrollably.

Even with the protection of the law, I am so poor, as Luvica angrily pointed at, the building that used to stand for Lucario and the thief-faced man seemed to have been there since the beginning, and the ground of the original site was now empty. And the thief-faced man also disappeared from the world along with the house.

Naturally, I don't have the naïve idea that the thief-faced man is just taking advantage of the gap to get away, I guess this guy is afraid that before he realizes anything, he will be crushed by Luvica's breath to the point that there is not even a trace of soul residue left.

Also enveloped by this indiscriminate momentum were all the lives on the street, and the less powerful adventurers fell to the ground on the spot. is even more exaggerated and even a little wet lower body, as for people with a certain strength, although they are better, but this is only a relative situation, among which there are still not a few who are pale or fall on one knee.

"Ahh Lucario, who was also one of the affected households, was too late to adjust his landing posture when he regained control of his body due to the suppression of his superior aura, and let out a rare scream and fell heavily to the ground.

However, even if the landing failed, such a height was not enough to injure a man like Lucario, who had been specially forged for chains, so in addition to looking a little disgraced because of the dust, Lucario maintained a prostrate posture on the ground, slowly raised his right hand, and gestured at me.

Even though I knew that the other party was thanking me for saving his life, the picture was quite speechless from my own perspective, but I finally gave a thumbs up with a blank face.

After roughly describing the tragic situation of the street scene, let's turn our eyes back to Doruvica, and with the culprit ambushing, the anger of the Seraphic Angel has calmed down, but there is still a trace of sadness in his expression.

Walking in the direction of the scattered Kinpeito, Luvica suddenly turned her head to look at me, and because the emotion in her emerald green eyes was so complicated, I didn't know how to react except to continue to stand stupidly.

Seeing that I didn't make any further move, Luvica crouched down and tried to put the scattered gold lying down with both hands, and then, after realizing that it was not working, she raised her head again, her expressionless expression revealing a sense of grievance, like a child who accidentally dropped ice cream on the ground.

"I've read the three-second rule in the book, and it should still be within the passing mark......" Luvica spoke in a heavy tone, deceiving herself.

"Forget it, I'll just go buy the materials and make a new one for you." I stepped forward and put my hand around Luvica's shoulder.

The picture of the Seraph, who has the power to destroy the world, squatting and picking up cheap snacks on the ground to eat, is so bitter that even I don't want to imagine it, I can only say that the world of foodies is really not something that ordinary people like us can speculate about.

Dying of a cheap snack at a negligible cost, the thief-faced man with his name is really decrepit. (To be continued......)

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