"Sister Han, don't be like this." That's what I said, my eyes scanning her breasts and beautiful legs. I was so stupid at this time.
She walked over to me, put her hands on my shoulders, and pushed my back hard. I was pushed onto the bed, and the two soft balls immediately pressed on my waist. The Korean poem was riding on my body, and my buttocks were plump.
Contacting my back, a pair of jade hands kneaded my back muscles and said, "How is it? I can't say enough about my skills."
"Excellent." The soft hand slid over my shoulder, and I hummed in comfort: "Sister Han, I didn't get the blue equipment this afternoon." I suddenly felt her hand tightening, but it was stronger than before.
I felt more comfortable just now.
The Korean poem said: "Haha, you did something more correct than playing blue equipment, so this is your reward."
"Yeah! Yeah!" I was so conscious that I fell asleep as soon as I closed my eyes.
After an unknown amount of time, I opened my eyes. It was getting very dark. I took my mobile phone from the bedside. It was one o'clock in the morning. I don't feel sleepy at all now. It must be the effect of the Korean poetry massage. I feel refreshed. I
The Korean poem next to me was sleeping soundly like a cat. I got out of bed quietly, climbed into the game room and entered the game.
I turned back to the cave and took a look. The persistent assassin Setsuna Fanghua was still fighting fiercely with the boss. The boss still had one third of his health left.
Looking at his poor attack output, I was worried for him and admired his perseverance: "Brother, do you need me to help you? You can go back and catch up on your sleep."
"No! If you help me, everything will be meaningless." Instant Fanghua said.
"Which club are you from?" This guy is good, so I thought of recruiting him. He tilted his body and was almost slapped by a bear's paw, and said angrily: "Are you deliberately distracting me?"
"Ha, I won't disturb you anymore, you can continue." This guy is so persistent and cute: "I'll come back later. I hope I see the boss's body then."
"..."
I rode the Silver Moon Horse back to the forward position, and dismounted in front of Smile's tent. I heard the sound of clanking metal coming from inside. I opened the door curtain and saw the old drunkard Smile wheeling his big gun with his back to me.
The hammer seems to be hitting something.
Uncle Smile, who has always been a drunkard and sleepy man, was actually hammering in the middle of the night. It was so strange: "Mr. Smile!" I shouted loudly. When he heard my voice, he dropped the hammer and turned around quickly.
Come, your eyes shine with blazing light.
When I met his gaze, I shivered with fright. The expression on my face gave me the feeling that I was like a prisoner who had been in prison for ten years and saw a naked beauty. Something was wrong. I secretly took a step back and said, "Mr. Smail, no.
Sorry to bother you, see you later."
I rushed forward and ran out of the tent. A big hand grabbed the back of my clothes and dragged me back into the tent. Smile laughed and said, "Hahaha, I can finally sleep."
Bang - a large silver round shield smashed into my arms. Smail took a long nap and said to me: "Fix it."
"Sweat! If I had known I wouldn't have come, hey!" I looked at the shield. It was very light, only half the weight of a fine steel shield. Turning over the front of the shield, I saw that there were holes the size of rice grains all densely packed, and the damage was extremely serious.
I curiously took a look at the properties of the shield, and I was so scared that I almost fainted.
[Gondar Buckler] (Meteorite: Golden Artifact) Power: ??????
agile:?????
attack:?????
defense:?????
endurance:?????
Additional skills: God's protection, God's descent to earth Durability: 120/10000 Introduction: One of the twelve elders of the Silver Moon Alliance, the paladin Gundel uses the shield meteorite. I don't know what the concept is. It must be a very popular material.
I stared hard at the word "artifact". I suspected that my eyes were dazzled, so I rubbed my eyes vigorously. That's right! The golden artifact was in my hand.
My hands were shaking: "Master Smail, you asked me to repair the artifact, are you crazy?" Smail, an alcoholic, drank a bottle of Shaodaozi and drank it. His face was red and his legs were beating.
Akira, as if he could fall down at any time, he stared: "I'm very awake."
"Well, I saw it."
Smile said: "Don't worry, I don't expect you to fix it."
"What do you mean?" These words hurt my self-esteem.
"Because no one has repaired it, the thousands of holes of different sizes are too difficult to repair. This is a delicate and patient job that requires a high degree of concentration."
"What should I do?" The more Smail said no, the more I wanted to try. I am a top student majoring in archeology, well educated by my parents, and am best at tinkering.
Smail took out a palm-sized stone from his trouser pocket and threw it to me casually: "Go on."
[Meteoric Iron] Introduction: A metal given by the Lord God.
Smail took out another bottle from another trouser pocket and threw it to me, and kicked the bag at his feet over. The liquid in the bottle was red, and the font on the label was also red. Could it be legendary?
co-solvent.
[Super cosolvent]: a material that fuses hard metals.
I opened the rope of the bag at my feet again, and it was full of white coals.
[White Coal]: Anthracite coal that can generate huge amounts of heat Smyrdao lay on the bed: "I have taught you all the skills of casting. The skills of details can only be taught by thought but not by words. It is useless to talk too much.
You can slowly master it yourself, phew..."
"I..." I was so angry that I couldn't speak. Repairing the artifact and exploring casting experience were just nonsense.
"That's right!" Smile suddenly sat up: "Because Master Borui was injured last time, Gundel asked me to repair the shield, so you must repair it carefully, although I don't expect you, phew..."
Damn it! I grabbed the iron pliers at hand, clamped the white coal and put it into the furnace. The flame suddenly turned white. Then I picked up the hammer and hit the meteorite as hard as I could.
The secret numb little hole, I had to prepare the right amount of molten iron and pour it in. Anything more or less would fail. I picked up the iron needle, quickly lit a drop of boiling molten iron, held my breath and poured it into the gap in the shield. Waiting for the water to flow.
After entering, I raised the hammer and pounded gently, and a hole was repaired.
Sweat flowed down my cheeks. The hot temperature in the room is the most irritating. It is so troublesome to repair a hole. There are more than a thousand, I will work hard!
Five hours later...
I wiped away the sweat, held the purple hammer high, and struck hard on the artifact shield.
"Ding dong~!" The system prompts: You have repaired [Gonzel Shield], your forging proficiency has increased by 23,000 points, your forging skills have been upgraded to level 600, and you have become an expert forger.
"Ding dong~!" The system prompts: Congratulations on becoming the first expert caster. You will be rewarded with the caster's subsidiary skill [Tenacity] and reputation +500.
[Tenacity] (passive skill): 10% reduction in physical and magic damage. When I saw the system prompts, I was not happy at all. I only felt numbness in my arms, cramps in my calves, and a dizziness in my head as if it was lacking oxygen. My knees suddenly
