The multi-armed natives were gone, the town was saved, and the camel was seriously injured and did not die.

Of the 132 households in the town, 41 were killed in the battle, and the rest were all wounded. Everyone buried the war dead and erected a stone tablet that read: The Tomb of the Heroic Soul of Laohuai Town. Eight such tombstones, in a flat corner of the town, have been erected, and this is the ninth.

The dead are gone, and the living are compassionate. Everyone didn't grieve for too long, there were still many things to do, first of all, to remove the corpse of the monster. Having killed so many Warcraft, although many people died, the income was also considerable.

Even if the body of the monster is burned to ashes, the core of the monster will not be damaged. Everyone bent over and picked up the Warcraft core while cleaning up. Xuanyuan Qingyu also joined the clean-up team, and he had already picked up eight third-order demon cores, and he didn't count the second-order ones.

After the cleanup, some of them were left on guard, and the others went back.

Xuanyuan Qingyu did not go back to church, but went to the grocery store. The camel lay weakly on his dirty bed, and the Vienna priest was treating him. Wang Poshoe is also giving him a pulse, prescribing prescriptions, and vowing that if he does not recuperate the camel, his hospital will never have business.

The white-faced dragon, the bear blind man, the slaughter scar, the Lu bald donkey, and the Li cannibal man are all there. The camel waved his hand weakly and said, "You all go, the old immortal can't die for a while." ”

The white-faced dragon said: "We didn't come to see you die or not, we just want to ask, will this multi-armed native still come?"

Everyone else was very agreeable. The camel was not angry, but said with a smile: "You want to know? Lao Tzu is hungry, Wang Broken Shoes, don't be busy here, there is a Vienna priest, what are you busy with? Go and cook a bowl of noodles for the old man. ”

Wang Poshoe was a little aggrieved, but he still hummed.

Father Vienna's face was full of tiredness, and although he did not faint directly like Li cannibalism, he was now squeezed out of the last drop of strength. When I sit in a chair, I don't want to move, I don't even want to open my eyelids.

"Lord Baron must have gone to another world a long time ago, right?" asked the blind bear.

"He must die. The camel said.

"For what?" asked the crowd in unison.

The camel's hand was picking at the bed, and he took out a box for a long time and placed it in front of everyone, but he did not speak. The curious Lu Donkey took it, opened the box, and saw a bright fruit inside, and the tempting fragrance had spread.

"What is this?" asked the crowd in unison.

"Holy Fruit. The camel said proudly, as if it had been grown by his family.

Li eats humanity: "The indigenous holy fruit blooms once every three hundred years, bears fruit once every three hundred years, and matures every four hundred years." A tree can bear three to four pieces in a thousand years. This thing is said to prolong life, and it is said to transform the body. ”

The two effects that Li cannibalism said seem to be bland, but both of them are against the sky. The first thing is that you can prolong your life, the rarest thing in this world is your lifespan, and people work hard to cultivate for the sake of a lifespan. Even if this kind of fruit that bears once in a thousand years can only be extended for two or three years, some people will exchange it for a huge price.

As for the second one, it is also against the heavens, and can transform a person's body, which can make a genius.

Tu Scar swallowed his saliva, moistened his chapped throat, and said suspiciously, "Really?"

The weak camel was energetic at this time, and sat up from the bed: "Who the hell knows." It is said that the founding patriarch of the Sword Pavilion was able to eat an indigenous holy fruit, and stood on the top of the world, creating a holy place for mankind. It is also said that the eighteenth Pope of the Cult of Creation, Saint Gregar, took a native holy fruit and developed his talents, cultivating both magic and divine arts, and creating the art of prophecy. Several glorious figures of the demon clan also have such rumors. ”

Father Vienna said: "Don't believe it. According to the biography of the Holy Gregory of the Church, he did take an indigenous holy fruit. Before taking it, he was already twenty-three years old, and he was just a minor monk who was struggling to graduate from the seminary, but after taking the holy fruit, his cultivation improved by leaps and bounds, and he created the prophecy technique for the divine arts, which is one of the two divine skills of human beings to spy on the heavens. ”

Of the few people seated, several of them had their eyes shining, and the atmosphere became a little weird.

The camel laughed: "One by one, it's really useless." This sacred fruit does have powerful effects, but it is definitely not as strong as the legend says. If it is really that strong, the natives can still live in the jungle? After 10,000 years, I don't know how many peerless powerhouses will be born. ”

"When the old man got this holy fruit, he also wanted to swallow it, but he thought about it quietly. What if the old man swallows it? The old man is already 130 years old, and his physical functions have declined across the board. This fruit can also prolong the old man's life for a few years, but what is the meaning of the old man living too long? If the gate does not come out, and the small door does not step, this life can only be used in this abandoned place to grow old. ”

"Let's talk about you, Li Aotian, who was also a well-known magical genius back then. It's not that he is angry and angry, he can only become a lost dog. Can you still go up to the Magic Tower? Do you dare to go to Chang'an City?"

Li Shiren drooped his head when he heard this, and no longer spoke, and the greed in his eyes also dispersed.

"You, the blind bear, and the scar butcher are all from the military, and you have violated military laws, and it is heaven's favor to be able to escape with your life. You can only live in this filthy place for the rest of your life, and what can you do if you are given the holy fruit?"

"And you, Long Xiaoyun, do you dare to reveal your real name and surname? Dare to expose your face? Let you become holy, you can only hide in a dark corner and make a living. ”

The camel's gaze swept over one by one, and it seemed that everyone had no secrets in front of him. In fact, the secrets he told were all secrets, and they all knew that they had their own secrets, but no one would investigate them.

When his gaze touched Lu Vulture Donkey and Wang Poshoe, the two of them laughed and said, "I don't have the slightest idea about the Holy Fruit, I am very satisfied to live like this." ”

The camel smiled and did not tell the ugly thing about the two men. His gaze was on the Viennese priest, but the Viennese priest's gaze was clear and did not shy away from it in the slightest.

The camel said dryly: "As for the priest, you are dedicated to serving the lord and yearning for heaven, so naturally you don't care about this mortal thing. ”

Father Vienna still looked serious and said, "You don't have to pick up good words, I'm not interested in this holy fruit." ”

Lu Vulture asked, "According to your words, we will eat it in waste, so what is the use of this holy fruit?

"You stupid! This thing can only be known to those sitting here, and it must not be spread outside, otherwise not only the town will not be able to save it, but no one will be able to save our little life. ”

"What's that going on?"

"There's a guy who's suitable. The camel pouted, and everyone's eyes looked over and saw Xuanyuan Qingyu cooking in the kitchen.

"Good idea. The crowd exclaimed.

The camel said: "This doll is good, its own talent is quite high, and on his body, I found a wound." According to the old man's guess, he had faced the plundering of the source crystal. ”

Everyone gasped, and when they looked at Xuanyuan Qingyu again, they were full of pity.

"We are ruined, but we can teach a disciple together and teach a peerless disciple who will stand on top of the world in the future. And we, however, are the masters of the peerless heroes, and we are excited to think about it. ”

On the dinner table, in addition to a few dishes, there is also a plate of fruit. The old men ate a few bites of their meal, and reached for the fruit bowl, and soon there was only one fruit left on the plate, which looked like an apple and a pear.

Xuanyuan Qingyu didn't think much about it, and after eating, he took this fruit, anyway, everyone ate it, but he didn't eat it. When he opened his mouth to bite, he found that more than a dozen eyes were staring. He had to put it down and asked inexplicably, "Is there something wrong?"

"No, no, you eat yours. ”

Xuanyuan Qingyu ate it in three bites and two bites, sweet and sour, and there was a rich fragrance in the throat.

After seeing him finish eating, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. The camel asked, "Son, how does it taste?"

"It doesn't taste good, it's a little sweet and sour, and it's not as good as apples. ”

"You don't feel anything else?" asked Li Shiren curiously, he was younger and more curious.

"No ......" he had just said a word when he sensed something was wrong. A torrent of warm water turned into a flame current, erupting wildly within him. The tendons, acupoints, and even bones in his body were exploding and turning into powder.