Well, even if you cheat your father, you have to bear it, after all, the current society itself can't compare to such a big company. It's true that if you don't play it yourself, that company can't control it, but only such a company can make such a realistic game now, and if you don't play this, will you go back to the past and play those fake things that are going to die?

After struggling for a long time, I only had to accept. The war demon picked up the stone axe on the ground and carried it on his back, this is now his own reliance, how can he throw things to eat casually?

John looked at the war demon on the other side, and his heart moved: "It seems that you are not too satisfied with this compensation, then, do you want me to provide a weapon privately?" The need to make a weapon for your own use has become very unimportant after you get back the Exile Broadsword, and now if you want to become the best craftsman in Purgatory, you must take out the things you create and get the approval of other demons. John's heart fluttered when he looked at the weapon on the back of the war demon that had only used vines to tie some sharp obsidian to a wooden stick.

"What do you want to look like...... "War Demon began to think. I had never thought about this question before, and now I can't answer it when I am suddenly asked. With a mighty axe, with a domineering decapitator, or with a majestic knight's sword, or with a flowing one-handed sword, but thinking about how he would use a one-handed sword, the war demon shook his head and ruled out this option. Or those two-handed weapons are comfortable to use!

After thinking about it, the war demon touched the stone axe on his back and said, "Let's still use a two-handed decapitation knife, this axe is really not very easy to use." "Okay, it's a decapitator. John nodded, stretched out the sharp claws in his hand and gestured casually on the table, accompanied by a piercing "zizzle" sound, and the hard stone was drawn by John one by one. John blew a breath and blew away the scratched powder, leaking out the pattern drawn below. "This is what you want the decapitation knife to look like, are you satisfied with it?"

The battle demon tiger grimaced, and instead of looking at the pattern of the decapitation knife engraved on the table, he reached out and wiped it on his face, wiping off the lime that John had blown over just now. If it weren't for this Gm who couldn't beat him himself, I would have to beat him all over the ground looking for teeth!

Well, you're big with a big fist, you're powerful. The war demon cleaned the ashes from his face before he looked over. Just glanced at it, and it was just a sketch drawn casually on the stone table, but Zhan thought it was very beautiful. If you look at the heavy back of the knife, it looks like a powerful guy, the blade, just now I feel that it hurts my eyes, and the arc of the front end of the knife, which is extremely sharp, it is really chopped off and cut off at the waist and waist.

John sat next to him, listening to the broken thoughts in the mouth of the war demon while looking at the simple picture, and thought: I'm afraid this guy is already happy and stupid, right?

No matter how the war demon reacted, John's mission was accomplished. Having made an appointment to deliver the weapon, John walked out of the cave.

The little dragon vulture knew that the rat people in the valley could not be used as food, nor were they toys to play with, so they were naturally bored. The surrounding jungle has been combed over and over again by the war demon and the nezumi, and although those potential threats have been ruled out, it has also left the little dragon vulture with nothing to play with. The bored little dragon vulture simply flew directly to a watchtower built of wood by the ratmen, threw all the ratmen on it, and lay on the watchtower to bask in the sun comfortably. Seeing John come out, the little dragon vulture stood up, shook the feathers that had almost receded on his body, and jumped off the watchtower, and the rat man who was originally thrown down by the little dragon vulture finally woke up from the situation of being thrown into a daze, saw the shadow of the little dragon vulture, and ran away with a scream.

The little dragon vulture didn't bother with these fleeing cowards, and flew to John's side, stretched out his paws and pushed John out, and it seemed that he was indeed uncomfortable with boredom. John touched the little dragon vulture's neck, and then flew directly into the sky with the little dragon vulture, flying into the distance. It's too late to go back today, even if you're in a hurry, it's the middle of the night when you get back to the Ore Mountain Cave. Although neither John nor the little dragon vulture would have a little effect on them from the low temperature brought by the night wind, it was not comfortable either. Who's going to have nothing to blame for? John and the little dragon vulture are naturally not the kind of guys who like to play masochism. In the middle of the afternoon, the little drulture found a suitable hole in the tree, barked at John, and rushed down.

The jungle leopard in the tree hole is considered to have fallen blood mold, just after eating a full meal outside, basking in the sun for a day, and just returning home slowly, it was blocked in the tree hole by a big monster falling from the sky. Before he could swing his claws to give this guy a beat, the big monster had already stretched out its head and bit off the claws it had just stretched out.

The jungle leopard was in pain and kept wailing, but the little dragon vulture didn't care about this, and directly bit the neck of the jungle leopard and dragged it out of the tree hole and threw it behind him. John looked at the jungle leopard flying over, reached out and grabbed the neck of the jungle leopard, and without waiting for the jungle leopard to react, he directly pinched off the neck of the jungle leopard with his hand. Well, there's something to eat at night.

John pulled out his knife and dissected the leopard. The meat was roasted with a tree branch and barely eaten at night. The little dragon vulture hugged the skeleton and gnawed happily, stuck out its tongue to add all the flesh from the bones and ate them, and then began to squeak and chew on the bones. Anyway, if you don't rely on this to eat, the little guy will be treated as a snack.

Lighting a bonfire, John watched as the little dragon vultures formed around the fire, covering themselves with their wings as if they had slept in their own hides. It seems that the little one is sleeping quite comfortably. John sat in the hollow of the tree, where the wind could not blow in and the rain could not hit, and the jungle leopard was also discerning, but it was just bad luck and was targeted by the little one.

"Bad luck little guy. Catherine also said at this time: "In the original fate, this jungle leopard will be inadvertently captured by the Shadowhunter in the near future, become a servant of the Shadowhunter, and have at least fifty years of life, and now it will be slaughtered by you." That Shadowhunter relied on this jungle leopard to get through the hardest time of growing up, and now that you're doing this, I don't know if I'll survive to adulthood. Yes, yes, it's your ability to do things. ”