Sixty-Seven Jar of Mystery

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Although he knew that Nicole was joking, Ian couldn't help but get nervous: "You, don't talk nonsense." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½ā€

Nicole blinked her eyes and said slyly: "What's the matter, so nervous, could it be that you are really a dragon?"

"I just think you're funny. Ian pretended to be calm and said, "I think you look like a wild boar." ā€

"Hmph, it's boring, I can't afford to make jokes. Nicole rolled her eyes at Ian, then put her foot out of the water and walked into the cave with her boots in hand, grimacing at Ian as she went, "Coward, sissy, lala." ā€

Nicole left, leaving Ian alone. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief, rolled up his sleeves, and looked at the Long Yan mark on his skin with a complicated expression. After a long time, he sighed leisurely, covered the engraving with his sleeve again, and then lay down and watched the stream leap down the cliff to form a gorgeous waterfall.

Ian's black pupils reflected the glow of the waterfall.

"What the hell is me?" muttered Ian, closing his eyes and falling asleep in a short time.

......

The next morning, Ian and Nicole walked out of the cave in full gear. Ian was woken up by Nicole last night, and the two discussed it with Lucson for an entire night before finally making the decision that Lucson would act as the bait and Ian would act as the hunter who would give the final blow to his prey.

However, to be on the safe side, they took Nicole's suggestion to make a trap. Nicole's grandfather used to be a high-ranking merchant in the hall, and he was quite accomplished in traps, after all, merchants' hunting ability and physical fitness were far inferior to hunters, but they could often live well, and naturally they were very good at other things. Like traps.

"I've inherited my grandfather's legacy. Nicole said to Ian proudly, "Trapping is not just about digging a hole, that kind of thing rushing to the top can only deal with pheasants and hares that have no brains." You know, my grandfather's trap used to deal with tigers and bears. ā€

"But we're not dealing with tigers and bears this time. Ian scoffed, "We're dealing with dragons who are much smarter than you. ā€

"Well, I'm not that sure. After all, I haven't dealt with dragons either. Nicole raised an eyebrow, "But I think if that dragon had the same IQ as you, I'm afraid it would be easy to deal with." ā€

The two quarreled all the way, but they didn't dare to let go of their voices. Both of them kept their voices very low and low, looking from a distance like a couple flirting, but no one could have imagined how vicious their language of cursing each other would be.

"You know what? If you have a normal head, then the sows will go up the tree. ā€

"Fart, why don't you go up the tree!"

"You!"

Nicole wanted to fight back again, but Ian made a silent gesture: "Okay, that's all for the quarrel, next time." We can't go any further, and further on is the dead wood where Lucerne and I arrived yesterday, and it was there that we were attacked. ā€

Nicole really didn't dare to speak. No matter how proud she is, at such a time, she doesn't dare to slack off. After all, as Ian said, their opponent is the dragon, the species that will always be at the top of the food chain.

"The place is not very good. Nicole took a closer look at her surroundings before saying to Ian, "It's too spacious here, the traps are not easy to make, and it's easy to see, oh, our opponents aren't humans." ā€

"But don't treat it like prey. Ian said, "What's the right location?"

"Look again. Nicole replied, "But we have to move faster, and the herb on our body is only enough for us to hide for another half a day." And you have to keep some of it, we don't have much time to do it, we have to find a suitable place to set the trap quickly, and then spend time on it. ā€

"If you have time to talk nonsense, it's better to act quickly. Ian choked angrily.

Nicole puffed up, a little dissatisfied with Ian's attitude, but she knew that Ian was right. Unable to sulk to himself, Ian plunged into the woods alone, and Ian looked at Nicole's sullen appearance, but he was quite proud in his heart.

"Dead Nizi, let you always go against me. Ian muttered, and then followed Nicole.

The two walked forward for a while, and then Nicole stopped, looked at the surroundings, and nodded with satisfaction: "If it's here, it's good." ā€

Ian also looked around a few times, and noticed that the trees here were denser and thicker than the rest of the world. It was difficult for the sunlight to shine through the layers of foliage on the land, so the place where they were was was much darker than the rest of the place. It is estimated that at night, it can really be regarded as a place where you can't see your fingers.

"What's so good here?" Ian wondered, "If it were me, I wouldn't go this way, weird." ā€

"So it's going to be easy for me to trap someone with an IQ like you. Nicole said proudly, Ian felt like a proud little hen, with her neck up, but Ian didn't dare to say it.

"It's not a question of whether it wants to come, it's a question of whether it's going to be trapped. Nicole tossed a small shovel to Ian, "As long as someone leads it, it will come back." Well, you're a man, and I'll leave it to you to dig the pit. ā€

The corners of Ian's mouth twitched, it turned out that he had been doing it for a long time, and he still had to dig a hole. He really didn't think the dragon would be trapped in a pit, but he couldn't say anything but do it, and watched as Nicole pulled out of her big bag and clumps of stuff.

"What the hell do you put in that bag?" Ian asked when he saw Nicole take out a large green net, and finally couldn't control his curiosity.

"Do you remember the dwarven gifts?"

"I think you remember, what kind of trap maker? You want to buy it from that scammer?"

"That's right. Nicole nodded, "Actually, there is nothing special about the dwarven gift, it is just a combination of a bunch of things. For example, the net used to make a trap and the shovel used to dig a pit are all part of the trap-making tool. However, the main reason why the dwarven gift is contraband is because of this. ā€

Nicole took out a clear glass jar from the cloth bag, and the jar was filled with a yellowish liquid that glittered under Nicole's shaking.