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Chapter 345 Its really not easy for you

Funeral Corner has been in Shacheng for twenty-three years.

During these days, he witnessed the northern suburbs of Shacheng changing from yellow sand to being filled with cacti and pine trees. He saw the tree man in the center of the city grow to the height of a two-story house. He also witnessed the opening and closing of four martial arts conferences.

He saw that a large number of reed and bamboo people came to the city.

Reed people have good minds, so they are capable of most jobs, especially planting and cultivation. Bamboo people have flexible and strong bodies, and are busy at construction sites.

Under the leadership of Lushan and Zhuhu, the people of Zhulu Country even built a bamboo garden diagonally opposite the Ghost Tower. Most of the Lu people and bamboo people lived in that area. They were often heard banging bamboo boards, dancing, and singing about their hometown at the funeral corner.

Ballads.

In comparison, there are fewer people from the ghost world coming to Shacheng to work.

Two more ghost doctors came to the funeral clan one after another. Their simple purpose was to treat diseases here in the Yao clan and then treat the ghosts in return.

In addition, there are dozens of ghosts from the ghost world coming.

They received a complete education from the Yao people here, but few were willing to go back and build the ghost world. Almost all of them stayed in the ghost lighthouse, wanting to become ghost scholars or ghost warriors first.

If you can become a ghost scholar, you will have the opportunity to lecture everywhere. The best ones may also be invited to enter the Yao world and study in the cities there - of course they will not come back.

If you take the ghost warrior route, you will go to martial arts competitions to seek opportunities to become famous. Even if you cannot get a good ranking, it is still a place to show your strength.

Many new extraordinary beings emerged from martial arts conferences, and were later offered an olive branch by giant organizations such as the Temple Society, the Alliance Council, and the Extraordinary Union.

The only problem is.

The further you go, the harder it is to look back.

Even if you don't have great ambitions, it's very comfortable to stay in a city like Shacheng.

Bask in the sun, live in a spacious and clean house, play tribal war chess when you have nothing to do, and have a bottle of ale or mead when you are happy, and enjoy barbecue, wheat cakes and grapes... Who wants to go back to the backward mountains and quagmire?

?

Thinking of this, Mingjiao couldn't help but sigh.

I am not the same yet.

Fallen, fallen, funeral horn, have you forgotten your mission?

Of course I didn’t forget it, I didn’t forget it!

He grabbed a bottle of blast furnace mead and drank it numerous times to drown his sorrows.

"Doctor...am I hopeless?"

The ghost patient in front of him was so nervous that he almost cried.

"You're okay."

The funeral director put down the wine bottle and wiped the wine from the corner of his mouth: "You just suffered some external force splashing on your head, resulting in scratches and minor damage. In the future, remember that in the life-and-death battle between the transcendent and the Huayun monk, don't get too close.

Watch around, otherwise there will be such risks."

"Go back and have a rest, and I will open an account for you. Come back for a review in 19 days. There will be treatment quotas by then. There are still patients in my body."

"Okay, okay, thank you, doctor."

The ghost patient let out a long breath: "Doctor, you seem to be in a bad mood?"

"Occupational disease."

He grabbed the bottle again and took a sip.

In fact, I don't like wine, and wine can't forget sorrow. But after drinking wine, people's memory will become worse, and they can temporarily forget who they are.

Funeral Corner heard that mead was made by a winemaker named Hunting Rain, and she was called the "Mead Princess" by the dwarves. I wonder if this princess has anything she wants to forget.

After completing the consultation, it’s time to go on a mission!

However, the weather is nice today.

The funeral director lay on the bed and opened "Temple Warriors".

If the greatest convenience brought by learning the Yao language is reading these stories. He was eating salted beans and flipping through the paper. When he came to his senses again, the sun had already set.

Okay, it's time to go on a mission!

The funeral corner closed the door and walked into the streets of Shacheng in the evening.

After walking a few steps, he was suddenly stopped by Zhuhu: "Fujiao, one of the three tribal war chess pieces is missing. I even said to call you, come on, come on!"

To successfully perform tasks, good interpersonal relationships are also necessary.

"Okay."

The fierce battle of the Battle Flag Game ended, it was already midnight.

The funeral director yawned.

It's too late today, let's do it tomorrow.

Wake up early the next morning.

Funeral Director regrets every day again, very regretful.

Fallen, fallen, funeral horn, have you forgotten your important mission?

No, of course not!

The consultation is over.

The funeral director pushed the door open with firm eyes and walked out.

Must finish it today!

As a result, he didn't take more than two steps when he suddenly remembered something.

Today seems to be Dragonborn gathering day.

He hurriedly took out the hourglass from his coat pocket.

If there is any achievement in the past twenty years, it is the time tool he made using the most common sand in the world. Not long ago, hourglasses have been widely used in sand cities.

Sure enough it is today!

Something almost happened!

I'm going to be sprayed by the Dragon King!

He hurried all the way to the gathering place in the south outside Shacheng. When he arrived, several other dragonborns had already arrived.

"Fujiao, you are indeed late again."

Everyone laughed and said that they must have been drinking, playing chess all night long, or reading stories and losing track of time.

The funeral director argued: "I'm too busy at work. Doctors are very busy."

Becoming a Dragonborn is an accident.

That day, he was performing a mission outside the city, and his target was a cactus carrying a suitcase. Compared to people in the city, the cactus outside the city were much more honest and simple.

"...A large area of ​​land in the ghost world has now been reclaimed, and the environment is dry and suitable. There is a lady there who, for various reasons, needs a good husband to give birth to her offspring, and as long as she stays for five years,

You will get a large bonus. There will be no problem in coming back then."

This is his mission, to find and introduce new intelligent populations to the ghost world. Even if they stay for a short time, as long as they can reproduce the next generation locally - the ghost world will have full authority to take care of these babies.

In the basic strategy of the ghost world, the introduction of outside groups is a crucial part, but the local area lags far behind that of Sand City and lacks attraction. Bonuses and short time limits can only be used as bait.

Unfortunately, even this has little effect.

Most people with wisdom will also be suspicious, and the funeral director can only introduce it in his personal name, and the ghost world will not admit that the official has taken relevant actions.

The only person who knows the identity of the funeral horn is the Apostle Blow.

If he does it well, he is a hero in the ghost world; if he does it badly, he is just a personal act.

The cactus said: "I am a clean cactus, please don't insult me ​​with money."

"……sorry."

At this time, a huge thing flew through the sky.

The Dragon of the Dark Sun, Dragon King Pasha suddenly noticed the ground.

It fell from the sky and stirred up yellow sand all over the sky.

The Dragon King looked down at the short funeral clan: "You look very strong and good. From now on, you are the Dragonborn, and now you are ready to receive my blessing."

The funeral director was shocked.

The Dragon King opened his bloody mouth, and black flames spurted out from his mouth.

In an instant, the funeral horn was submerged in the flames of the dragon language spell [Dragonborn Blessing].

When he woke up from a coma, he found that he had become a dragonborn, possessing a special ability [climbing the dragon gate] and possessing a wonderful power in his body.

The price was that he grew a thick tail covered with scales.

For a long time, he was uncomfortable with the existence of a tail.

Later, the funeral director discovered that it would be nice to have a tail. It could roll up a wine bottle to drink, turn over books, be used as a portable support stool, and could also pick its nose and tidy its hair.

Of course, this also has many inconveniences. For example, when sleeping, a lump will bulge under the buttocks. It is more comfortable to sleep on the side or on the stomach.

Compared to the arduous mission he faced, Xianjiao felt that this was nothing at all.

However, every six months, all the dragon descendants in Sand City need to gather together to show their current abilities to the Dragon King Pasha. The dragon descendants selected by the Dragon King cover various races, including cactus, squirrel, elf and Wuji tribe.

Mingjiao is the only non-Yao person.

After completing the routine gathering report, everyone was scolded as useless by the stern Dragon King as usual, and they were submissive... Funeral corner returned to the ghost lighthouse, already exhausted.

Let's do it tomorrow. We must complete the task tomorrow! There is nothing we can do about today's busy schedule.

With this plan in mind, he suddenly felt relaxed.

Suddenly someone called him: "The funeral doctor."

The funeral director turned around and saw that the person coming was an unfamiliar face.

The opponent's hair was tied into a long braid, her face was cold, and she was carrying a sword wrapped in linen. Her skin was light blue, and her eyes were sharp, giving people a sense of sharp pressure.

"My name is Negative Sword Carp. I heard that you are looking for someone to go to the ghost world."

The funeral director remembered.

About two years ago, several new races called "Sword Bearers" came to Sand City. They seemed to be awakened after being given a gift by God Yao, and came from the ancient corruptors.

However, their number is too small. I heard that they like to challenge extraordinary beings, or duel with the powerful Huayun Monk. The funeral director only knows that this is a mysterious fighting nation.

But this negative sword carp has nothing to do with him, and he actually knows about it.

The funeral director hesitated for a moment: "Ms. Negi Jianli, I am actually replacing some friends to find someone to give birth to the baby... You should understand this."

"oh."

Oh what does it mean?

The funeral director was a little confused about the other party's intentions.

"can you accept?"

"cannot."

"..."

Negative Sword Carp said: "I want to go to Pillar Mountain in the Ghost Realm, compete with the farmers over there, and challenge Master Yanjiu."

"Maybe you have to ask the apostles for help... I can't help it." The funeral director spread his hands.

"I have children."

The sword-bearing carp said behind him: "Yu, come here."

A little zombie jumped over.

Her head was just up to the waist of the sword carp, and she carried a small wooden sword on her back. The little girl grabbed the corner of her mother's clothes and looked at the funeral corner curiously.

"This is my apprentice, carrying the sword rain."

Negative Sword Carp said: "If you just want a child, this child is ready-made, so it should be okay, right?"

The funeral director was stunned for a moment.

This was the first time he encountered this situation.

But then he thought about it, and it seemed that ready-made children would be fine, since what he wanted was a more diverse population.

But the responsibility as a doctor was somewhat difficult for him to accept. After staying in Shacheng for a long time, he now unconsciously got used to the habits of Yao doctors that resembled a sense of mission.

The funeral director was wary, if the child's parents traveled thousands of miles to search for their daughter and it became a diplomatic issue between the kingdoms of God, it would be troublesome.

He asked: "Do the child's parents agree?"

"She has no parents."

The sword-bearing carp said: "The sword-bearing one is transformed from the corrupted. As for parents, they can only be Yao God. Yu was born as a sword-bearing one. She recognizes me as her teacher and walks with me."

It turns out that this is not just child abduction and trafficking.

The funeral director was so excited that his eyes filled with tears.

The mission finally made progress!

Mianjiao, Mianjiao, your years of persistence and forbearance are indeed valuable!

It's really hard for you.

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