"So damn domineering!" I muttered something dirty, and I called out the introduction of the 'Bone Arrow. Soul Leaving' and checked the attributes of the equipment.
[Bone arrow. Soul recovery] Level: Bone weapon Required level: None Physical attack power: 399 - 9999 Increased armor breaking: 300 Equipment talent: Soul recovery talent introduction: Every time this arrow kills an enemy, one will be resurrected
A maximum of three skeletons with 50% of their attributes before death can be resurrected. The skeletons are unconscious and dissipate in the wind after death and cannot be resurrected.
One of the two soul sets ☆【Leave the Soul】★【Bone Arrow.Return to the Soul】Equipment introduction: The arrow is two feet and one inch long, white and featherless. It is said that it is made from the bones of those who died in the battle. I don’t know if it is true or not.
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Hanging it on my waist, I took out the night elf's violent longbow from the package and held it in my hand, muttering: "At my current level, Lunar Eclipse cannot be used, although the night elf's violent longbow has poor attributes.
A little bit, but it's better than nothing. All in all, with it, the soul-returning arrow will no longer be used by me as an 'extended version of the flying needle'." After that, I nodded with satisfaction.
Seeing this, George could no longer restrain his curiosity and asked: "Sir, you already have so many weapons, and now you have added another one. Can you use it when killing the enemy?"
"Tsk." I glanced at George coldly and began to explain: "I'm telling you, George, to deal with different people, you need to use different combat techniques. For example, it's like you, your weapon is only
One, that is the "War Song Narrow Sword" in your hand. If you encounter an enemy with a musket in his hand, then you will be passively beaten at least for a short period of time. If the opportunity is not good, you are very likely to encounter someone with a gun.
I still want to make the enemy three points stronger. At this point, as long as you are hit once, then, the only thing waiting for you will be death."
George nodded, as if he didn't understand. Seeing this, I pursed my lips and continued to explain: "For another example, let's take me. I classify all my weapons in easy-to-understand terms.
That is, there are bows and arrows, pistols, spears, chain darts, whips, ninja sickles, flying needles, broken knives, judge pens, and fists. Ten types of weapons are ten types of tactics, for example
Bows and arrows, if the 'Lunar Eclipse Divine Bow' can be used in the future, in night battles, I will cooperate with the concealment effect of Mo Ying's body technique. Basically, I can take the enemy's life invisibly! And..."
"Wait, sir." I was talking happily when George suddenly cut me off and said, "I already understand, so you don't have to go on." After that, George pulled out the 'War Song' and
He took the hilt of the sword and started playing music. Although he didn't know what he was playing, the music was really nice and made people feel calm in their hearts.
"What song is this?" I couldn't help but ask.
Sheathing the sword, George looked at me and seemed a little smug: "I am very happy to answer your question, sir. This piece of music was composed by Giovanni Pierluigida Palestrina."
"The Mass of Pope Marcellus" is religious music, you are not disgusted by it, are you?"
After hearing his answer, I pondered for a while and said: "I don't have any religious beliefs, it just happens that my ears like this music very much, that's all." After that, I smiled at him and started to use the system.
Bug teased him: "But it's you. Aren't you a skeleton? When you play the recorder, won't the wind leak out? How do you do it when you blow it?" After saying that, I smiled proudly.
He glanced at George.
When George saw this, he knew that I was joking, and he was not angry. He just looked at me with doubtful eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.
I was really dazzled by its pair of empty 'black holes', and I started to ask: "What's wrong? You can ask any questions, but please don't stare at me like this. This is an extremely impolite behavior."
After hearing this, George quickly looked away from me and said, "I'm sorry, sir. I was just wondering why you live so happily?" From its voice, I heard a hint of sentimentality.
After thinking for a while, I began to answer: "I don't know about this, maybe I was born an optimist? You have to know that when people are alive, they must not be too rough with their own feelings or live too sadly and indignantly.
, that is a precursor to entering a mental hospital or even a crematorium.”
George nodded again with a vague understanding. Perhaps this is the generation gap between ancient people and modern people. After all, many modern theories cannot be understood by ancient people.
After that, George and I chatted some more, and I learned from his words that he was also a wonderful man a long time ago, but as time goes by, he is now equivalent to an old man who has lived four to five hundred years.
, so, it looks at me now as if it were looking at its own offspring. Everything I do seems so childish in its eyes.
Hiding behind a big rock, I looked at the backs of the two stone Buddhas in the distance, and asked George: "George, are those two the guardians of the stone Buddha statues you mentioned?"
After hearing this, George nodded, indicating his acquiescence to my question.
Seeing this, my brain was thinking rapidly and I analyzed the origins of these two stone Buddhas from various angles: 'The Buddha statue on the left has an octagonal crown on the top. The body is red and flesh-colored, and the body is like a bull king. It holds a flute in its left hand and a flute in its right hand.
He holds a sword, has the appearance of great power, and has a flaming crown on his hair. Judging from his appearance, he should be a Gandharva from the eight heavenly dragons in Buddhism. The stone statue on the right has a horn on top, a horse body and a human head, and a vertical drum in his left hand.
The right hand holds the magic hammer, and the white air under the feet is dense. Judging from its appearance, it should be Kinnara from the eight heavenly dragons in Buddhism. These two gods and Buddhas are said to be the gods of music. No wonder they let George play music? Since George can pass safely
, then, with my beautiful singing voice, it must not be too difficult, right?' Thinking of this, I couldn't help but narrow my eyes to a slit. The feeling at this time, for me, was simply wonderful.
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I nodded solemnly, and said earnestly: "Let's go there." After that, I stood up and walked directly in the direction of the two gods and Buddhas. George followed quickly, with a look on his face that wanted to speak.
He hesitated, but in the end he didn't say anything.
At this time, the two Bodhisattvas Gandharva and Kinnara were facing the direction of the entrance. They seemed to have no idea about the arrival of George and I standing behind them.
"Are these two Bodhisattvas stupid?" I crossed my arms and complained to George.
After hearing this, George opened his mouth to me and said, "Sir, I think we have to walk in front of them to be discovered by them."
I nodded and acquiesced to George's proposal. I walked around and walked around to the two Buddha statue guards.
Seeing their current appearance, I was completely shocked - these two Bodhisattvas actually fell asleep standing up. If I hadn't seen the rather abstract snot bubbles on their faces, I wouldn't have believed what I saw with my eyes. of.
I narrowed my eyes, nodded, and began to joke: "These two Bodhisattvas are indeed the gods and Buddhas of the gods who have achieved enlightenment. Their Taoism is so profound that they can fall asleep even while standing. I will never reach this state in this life." "After that, I turned around and informed George: "George, let's go, it seems you have lost the opportunity to listen to my sweet voice." After that, I took steps towards the exit. go.
George and I had just walked less than ten meters when suddenly, a very feminine voice stopped us: "Did I let you go?"
Turning around, with piercing eyes, I immediately found the source of the sound - Gandharva.
Putting my hands together, I bowed to the Gandharva, and then I imitated Tang Sanzang on TV and said: "The poor monk Xuanzang, I am paying my respects to the Bodhisattva. I wonder what the Bodhisattva does by calling the young monk to stop him?"
Before Gandharva could reply, Kinnara, who was still sleeping beside him, suddenly said: "Do you two intend to pass through here? However, rushing from the exit to the entrance is the first time in many years for this couple. Once we met, could it be that you two are insane?"
'You fucking are mentally ill!' I cursed angrily in my heart, but with a smile on my face, I responded: "Bodhisattva has great advice, after we leave this place, we and I will go see a doctor. In my previous life, I was probably a mysterious person." Zang, when I arrived at this place and saw the two Bodhisattvas, I suddenly remembered many things from my past life."
"Don't be ridiculous! If you want to pass from here, there are only two options. One is to gain our approval in music, and the other is to defeat us." Kinnara shouted loudly and stated the conditions for passing the test.
When I heard its conditions, I looked aggrieved on my face, but in my heart I was already laughing: 'You want me to sing? If I don't show it to you, you really don't know what k is. The King of Song!" "George, you go first!" I nodded and asked George to try the knife first.
George was also unambiguous. He straightened his chest, raised his head, and said arrogantly like a rooster about to die generously: "What I want to sing is emiliocavalieri (Cavalieri) "The Expression of Soul and Body" "Part of the song." After that, George cleared his throat and started singing. Not to mention, where he was going, he really looked like a musician.
I don’t know how long he sang for. All in all, George’s voice can make people forget the existence of time. Anyway, that’s how I feel.
"Generally speaking, it can be compared to the sound of nature, which is my voice." Gandharva praised George, and also shamelessly raised his own worth.
I despised him more than a thousand times in my heart. At this moment, Kinnara Bodhisattva stared at me with his solemn expression and said, "Next, it's your turn."
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