One hundred and thirty-six chapters

"This old guy doesn't like to drink, so what should I do?" Nightblade asked Bright Night.

"Man! If you don't love money, you will be greedy for sex, if you are not greedy for sex, you will like power, and if you don't like power, you will like to be self-righteous. Which do you think this old goblin likes? Bright Night asked Nightblade.

"Try this." Yao Ye took out a power stone from the space ring, a golden gold coin.

"Gollum ......" The old goblin stepped on the gold coin rolling out of nowhere, picked it up and looked at it carefully, wiped it with his clothes, and then took off the mechanical hat on his head and observed this thing for a while, gritting his teeth and muttering: "This thing can't be used for construction, it's too soft and worthless!" After saying that, he threw it out.

The coin cast a lonely shadow in the sunlight, like a sarcastic face looking at the two men.

Nightblade looked at Morgan, a goblin who continued to yell at him in the distance, and put his hand against the bar and said, "This old guy already has rights, and he is not greedy for money, if he is greedy, I think it should be." ”

"Then try it!" Bright Night took out a replica armyworm.

"Hey! Handsome guy, I'll give me this good thing as soon as I come, how do you know I like this golden baby? It's so boring to be here on a hot day, come with me and cool off! ”

Floya picked up the gold coin that had fallen at her feet, walked over to Goblin Morgan, took his arm and shook it.

"Who are you? What are you doing? The old goblin shouted with a look of disgust and pumped his arms out.

"Me! But the first beauty of the human race, do you want to have dinner together? Floya continued to wink.

"Whew! Also the first beauty, don't you look at you like that, I'll let you see what kind of beauty! The old goblin pulled a portrait out of his pocket.

Yaoye took out a telescope and looked at it. Then he silently brought it to Nightblade, who took it and took a look.

"Oops! This Nima has a heavy taste! Nightblade said as he rubbed his eyes.

"Bastard, that's normal. Different races have different aesthetics, this portrait is indeed a beauty according to the goblin clan, you see her bewitching nose hair, and ...... ...... vomit"

Yao Ye wiped his mouth and looked at the old goblin with a nymphomaniac look at the portrait, and he and Nightblade glanced at each other

"That's self-righteousness!" The two of them shouted in unison.

The goblin Morgan finally sent the annoying woman away, and he heard someone arguing from afar.

"You haven't seen this thing in the sky city, and you said it would be built! Believe it or not, uncle, I'll slap you away. ”

"Cut! I don't have any difficulty in looking at this thing, give me a thousand centaurs, not at least a thousand and five centaurs, and I'll finish it for you in two months! Nightblade looked at Yao Ye with disdain and said.

"Really? This is no less than a fortress in the sky, and this thing can require extraordinary talent and technology, I see you? Pull it down. Yaoye looked distrustful.

"Haha...... Talent? Technology? Yes, then let you see what is called the power of the little prince of architecture, I said two months is two months, and I will let the city in the sky rise from the ground! Nightblade shouted arrogantly.

"Fart! If you don't learn and don't know how to learn, you can't build it even if you give you twenty years. A shrill voice came.

"Who? So arrogant? It turned out to be the one who was called the master builder, and what was it called? I forgot, but I'm sure I'll build it in two months, what are you doing? "Nightblade looks like I'm underage, I'm afraid of whom, staring at this old goblin who seems to be touching porcelain at any moment.

"Hey! I said two ......"

"Shut up!!" Nightblade and Morgan shouted at the same time.

"Okay, two of you, please." After Yaoye finished speaking, he moved the bench and sat aside to watch, just a handful of melon seeds.

Nightblade and Morgan stared at each other like two fighting cocks, and neither of them would budge.

"Boy, make a bet. If you can build it in two months, I'll go back to our territory and never come out, and that bastard boy will wipe out the destruction of my artwork. The goblin said with a smirk.

"Cut! If I can't build it, how about making you a new piece of art that you call a piece of art? And then how about leaving here forever? Nightblade didn't want to let it go at all, and the tip of the needle was on Maimang.

"Braggart boy, do you know what the concept of Castle in the Sky is? That's ...... Yes! What are you holding in your hand? ”

Morgan's eyes widened as he glanced at the Nightblade, who was opening a drawing.

The sound is like a rooster being choked by the neck.

"Castle in the Sky Drawing!!"

"This ...... Show me this...... Show me!! The old goblin was as excited as if he had seen the bride on their wedding night.

"Cut! Why should I show you, now I know why I can build it in two months! However, I don't think this picture is complete, and I will improve it, such as adding two cannons here, adding a swimming pool here, and a training ground in that place. Nightblade said arrogantly, pointing at the drawings, looking like he was pointing at the country.

The old goblin on the side looked distressed, and his old face twitched whenever Nightblade said something else.

"This picture can't be altered, it's the perfect work of art, do you know the artwork?" There was a frenzy in the old goblin's eyes.

"Haha! That's your aesthetic, young master, I think there are too many things that can be changed, you see that if you do this, you can integrate housing defense and attack, this is a work of art! Nightblade gestured with his hand, his mouth scribbling.

"Young master, I now know that you are capable, this bet is not played, I admit defeat!!" Morgan gritted his teeth and said this to Nightblade.

"Throw in the towel? Well, what did someone say just now, and you can't come back to your chassis forever, right? Nightblade squinted at the old goblin.

"Hmmm! Good ......" The old goblin looked at the drawings in Nightblade's hand like a deflated balloon, sighed and shook his head, gritted his teeth and stomped his feet to turn around and leave.

"Hey! Bastard, you're too much, Elder Morgan is here to build a house for us, who will build a house for us when the people leave? Yaoye stood up and shouted at the Nightblade.

"Haha...... Whoever asks him to look down on me, just give me this matter, and build it for you in two months, and only I can build it in such a short time, who else can I do in this regard. Hahaha......"

Morgan gritted his teeth as he walked, and suddenly stopped and turned back to Nightblade and shouted, "I can build it in a month!" ”

"As long as ...... Just give me this drawing......" Morgan said with a look of shame on his face.

"What? One month? You're all right, old man. There has to be a limit to bragging! If you can build it in a month, I will disappear from your eyes, haha, don't say that I can give you a month and a half, how about it? Nightblade sneered like a surefire gambler.

"Good! Just a month and a half! The sharp voice suddenly became calm. The old goblin walked over and slowly stroked the paper with trembling hands, his eyes full of affection, and he took a deep breath. "That's what a work of art is! Artwork!! Shrill voices filled the audience.

A moment later in a col in the distance.

"Hey Uncle! I think it's actually ......."

"Actually, we don't seem to have to act, do we?" Yao Ye took over.

"Well, it seems that everything has been solved when I take out the drawings directly." Nightblade and Bright Night sat in a distant spot discussing what had just happened.

"Huh...... Perhaps. Yaoye drank the rooftop in his hand with a dry laugh, looked at Morgan who was beaten like chicken blood in the distance, and commands came out of his mouth one after another, and the big guy was very busy.

"Let's go, boy, it's time for us to leave for the Divine Wood Realm! In fact, the spirit fragment is gone, and it is still influential, you look at this leaf. Yao Ye casually picked up a leaf on the ground and sat down again, carefully observing the leaf, this leaf already has some yellow marks, very small and thin?

"What do you mean, uncle?" Nightblade was puzzled.

"This place is originally full of chaotic energy, so when the energy is sufficient, the plants and animals here will continue to evolve, the best manifestation of which is their physique, both humans and beasts have powerful bodies. And these plants never die. Yaoye said slowly.

"That means it'...... here"

"That's right, without further ado, let's go!"

"Hmmm! Don't you have to look here? Nightblade looked at Yaoya.

"Haha, bastard, although your acting skills are Oscar-level, the old goblin is at least Cannes-level." Yaoya got up, patted her buttocks, and strode towards Antina's location.

Scratching his head, Nightblade scratched the back of his head, got up and followed Yaoye towards the barbarian's rest area.

All that's left is the fanatical goblins and the busy construction warriors. The setting sun in the distance of the barbarian land radiates a mesmerizing afterglow, and it will be fleeting and soon night will be enveloped again.

When the last rays of the sun disappear on the horizon, the clear sky often leaves behind a wonderful landscape: the fiery clouds that are unique to the boundary.

As the sun sets, all ethnic groups are busy, struggling to build buildings for the future of their own ethnic groups, and there are busy figures and towering intertwined construction sites everywhere.

At this time, the area is shrouded in golden fiery clouds, which adorn every corner of the land like colorful paints.

The rows of shelves erected high above the ground like mighty soldiers, guarding the buildings that are about to rise from the ground. Seeing that the color of the shelf was too monotonous, Huo Huoyun slowly swept the afterglow towards it, reflecting its dusty body red, and suddenly, these towering shelves looked particularly bright, as if changing into a colorful dress.

Each ethnic group with different divisions of labor is busy with its own affairs. The human who shouts the trumpet and carries the boulder, the orcs who drag the boulder with their huge bodies to hit the foundation, the goblin who is busy commanding, and the sawtooth beast that digs the foundation, all kinds of sounds are intertwined and mixed into a music called hope.