Chapter 48 Those who touch the dragon's reverse scale must die!
In five minutes, 31 monsters fell to the ground after being beaten hard by the warrior spirit. The battlefield was cleaned up. Under the guidance of the spirit of returning to the warehouse, even the copper coins were pulled out from the grass.
These monsters were so poor that they didn't drop any equipment. Instead, they dropped a few seeds. I looked at them with my cognition and found that they were all flower seeds. I don't know what they were used for. I kept them first and threw them into my backpack. Anyway, now
In total, 140 spaces are enough.
The war spirit continued to sweep back and forth along the outer wall of the garden. In less than three hours, after dealing with all kinds of parallel monsters, it came to a path near the center of the garden.
Zhan Junhun secretly curled his lips and looked at the monster he encountered in front of him. This former owner of the garden must have been a very extravagant and extravagant person who cared about enjoyment.
Just look at the monsters - loyal gardeners, diligent gardeners, clever grooms, skilled cooks, thoughtful maids, what a mess?
But having said that, the servants of God are well informed. In a short time, the original 12% experience at level 49 has increased to 15%. Don’t underestimate the 3% experience. At level 49, 1% of the experience is worth more than 1.1 million.
!
What is 3%? At least 3.4 million experience, what a blessing, haha, it’s so comfortable to level up like this.
There are a lot of other gains, but I don’t have any equipment. But think about it, what equipment did the servant of the gods drop? Do you want to give you an artifact? You have to know that the toilets in the gods’ homes are all artifacts!!! I figured this out.
, Zhan Junhun doesn’t complain anymore, it’s a lot of money, it’s good.
The trail extends into the distance, and there is a dilapidated pavilion dozens of meters away. Looking from a distance, an old man in green is shaking his head, holding a pen in his hand, not knowing what he is doing.
Zhan Junhun took a few steps forward and realized that he was quite regretful. This was just a boss, but not the hermit he was looking for. Wait, boss?? Zhan Junhun quickly took a closer look. It turned out that it was indeed a boss.
Life, Mi Mi's Sound Description: The resident bard of the Divine Word Garden. His main responsibility is to visit various places and write beautiful poems to sing to the owner of the garden. Making the owner of the garden happy is his only pursuit. The owner leaves
After that, he stayed in the garden, actively creating, and waiting for the owner to return.
War Army Soul took a look at it, oh, it turned out he was a poet? A singer? Well, an opera singer? But no matter what it is, this boss is too watery. Well, he has a lot of experience, wow~~
~War Army Soul was secretly on guard, but on the surface he walked forward very easily. He didn't know what the boss's skills were, but against magic monsters, finding a way to attack at close range was definitely the right choice.
The cognitive information did not include hatred or vision, and Zhan Junhun did not care. He did not know that in the second world dominated by the Supreme God, some changes had slowly occurred.
For example, vision, as long as the weather is clear, we can see the scenery several kilometers away from a high place. Originally, the second world had a definition of vision. For scenery that is not within the range of vision, you can only see a rough outline, which will be determined by
The near and far gradually become blurry, and finally become invisible like clouds and fog.
But just as Zhanjunhun inadvertently, this setting has slowly changed, that is, as long as you have a way, you can see infinitely far away. Of course, the same is true for monsters, but it has a hatred range setting.
Even if it is a giant dragon, as long as you are far enough away from it, even if you jump and scold its ancestors for eight generations, it will not pay attention to you. On the contrary, ahem, even if you don't say it, it will be extremely bloody...
After gossiping, they turned to talk about business. Zhan Junhun walked lightly towards the bard. When he was about ten meters away, the poet turned his head, glanced at Zhan Junhun, and then concentrated on writing his own poem.
Things are gone.
Zhan Junhun knew that the poet had discovered him, and to put it bluntly, he had developed hatred, but he ignored him, leaving him puzzled.
Ask it why it doesn't take care of itself and start a war with itself? War Army Soul doesn't have the leisure to do so!
Slowly raising the sword in his hand, stepping lightly, and tiptoeing towards the boss, the warrior spirit launched an unexpected attack.
His feet moved slowly, and the distance continued to shorten. Seeing that he was only about five meters away from the boss, the War Spirit had already begun to accumulate power. If he took another step forward, he could attack. He was even ready to use the lightning attack combo from the beginning.
Catch the boss off guard.
While I was thinking about it, the boss turned around, smiled slightly, and said:
"Are you a projector? Welcome to the Garden of Divine Words. Come on, please sit here."
After that, he stretched out his hand to invite the guest and asked the warrior soul to sit on the stool opposite it.
The boss's sudden smile made Zhan Junhun feel like he was vomiting blood. He wanted to kill someone, but he said, "Come on, drink some tea first to moisten your throat. You must be a very evil person, otherwise you will definitely talk about it, right?"
The warrior spirit was like this. He put down the sword in his hand feebly, twisted the corner of his mouth for a long time, and squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying.
The boss was not dissatisfied. He sat down first, lowered his head, picked up a piece of paper from the table, then shook his head and started to read. The warrior soul did not see it. The moment the bard lowered his head, a wisp of paper came out.
Red light flashed from his eyes.
Looking at the distant sky, one can see the gray, yellow and white clouds of the years gathering and drifting away, just like the separation and separation of life and the lamentation of death. Life is like floating clouds that come and go...
Zhan Junhun slowly lowered his sword and looked up at the sky. The sky was as blue as a mirror, with white clouds floating on it, as if there were invisible big hands stroking it at will. The clouds bulged here and sunk there, but they turned out to be round.
Yes, it suddenly turned into a long strip.
The clouds slowly move across the sky, getting fatter, thinner, longer, shorter, changing from time to time. Occasionally, a small white cloud flies out of the big cloud, like a naughty child running away.
; Sometimes, two clouds come together and slowly merge into one big cloud.
He couldn't help but fall into memories:
I was also very naughty when I was a child. Well, my grandpa and grandma did not know how much sweat they sweated and worried about because of my playful grandson.
I'm like that naughty Yun'er, who often sneaks out of home to explore in the park, carry water to the river, plant vegetables under the trees, find new homes for ants, and guide butterflies...
Every time I came home covered in mud and water, my kind grandma grabbed me, raised her hand high, and then gently put it down. Grandma was reluctant to hit the baby, but after complaining for a few times, she showed a happy expression.
smile.
Slowly, the naughty and handsome kid in the past turned into a tall and beautiful young man. He took the full bowl of steaming white rice from his mother. I muttered that it was very hot, and my mother looked at me with annoyance.
At one glance, she took the bowl and blew it again and again. At that moment, my mother was very kind.
At night, I secretly lay in bed and read a book with a flashlight on. My father quietly opened the door and walked in. I was so frightened that I quickly destroyed the evidence, closed my eyes and snored in a deep sleep.
Dad came over to take a look, touched my hair gently, and then walked out. At that moment, my heart was beating. Even though I was nervous, I also felt the kindness of my father who was as strict as a tiger.
The sound of gongs and drums rang in my ears, and I looked down at myself. I was dressed in a grass-green outfit with a big red flower on my chest. The farewell ceremony for the new warrior had already begun. My stubborn behavior must have broken the hearts of my parents, right?
But I don’t regret it. As the grandson of an old soldier, I have to inherit my grandfather’s legacy, put on a military uniform and carry a gun to cleanse the Chinese soldiers of the eternal humiliation and innate responsibility...
Who is that old lady? Why is her waist bent? There are more silver threads in her hair? Why is she waving to herself? Why is her face covered with tears?
Oh, that's my dear mother, my great mother, my kind mother, mother, who made you grow old overnight? Is it me? Don't worry, the wolf boy will definitely do something to make you two elders do it for me.
pride.
The sky is still so blue, and the snow in the distance reflects the dazzling light. Woo... The train has sounded its whistle for the station, clang, clang, clang... clang, and finally stopped.
I carried the boxy military bag with a big red flower on my chest. The gongs and drums were still noisy on the platform. However, last time it was a farewell, this time it was a welcome.
I'm back, my dream hometown, I'm back, my forever home, I'm back, my dear parents.
Searching the crowded crowd carefully, there are still heads besides heads, invisible, invisible. Where are they?
There are too many people, so I can't squeeze in. It's okay, don't squeeze in, you will be out soon, and it won't be a while. There are so many people, you are so anxious, your son's heart will hurt!
Wait, wait, who is that?
His thin body was bent down by the crowd behind him. The white hair on his head was fluttering in the cold wind. There were more wrinkles on his face and his skin was not so tight. The hood of his cold-weather suit was squeezed down and looked like a pocket.
The same thing hangs on my chest, and I am most familiar with that face and the tears on it!
Mom! Mom! That’s my mother! Mom, are you here? Are you really here? After five years without a letter from home, I miss you so much. I really miss you. Are you still angry? Will you forgive me?
? You are here, you are really here, my mother.
The face is covered with tears of regret, tears of excitement, tears of joy, tears from the bottom of my heart. I hug my mother tightly. Mom, you have lost weight. You have lost a lot of weight. My son has grown taller.
Have you grown taller or have you become thinner?
Oh, you have become thinner, you have lost weight, how many sleepless nights have you spent in more than two thousand days?
Mom, my son can see your longing for your son, your love for your son, and your doting on your son from the insoles and cotton-padded clothes you stitched stitch by stitch. My mother...
Hugging my mother tightly, I swear, I swear, I will be happy at your knees and accompany you and your two elders never to leave. I will create a career and make you and your elders smile. I will make you and your elders never have to be like this again.
Work hard and enjoy this belated family happiness.
I don’t want a job anymore. I want to find it myself. Mom, I’m sorry for making you worry. My son is a fool to be a soldier...
I'd better do some small business, what should I do?...
Why? Why? Why do you always hit a wall? Why do you encounter scammers?
Mom, Mom, don't cry, don't worry. Looking at your red eyes, I know that you must have cried again last night, and you must be worried about me again!
Holding the game helmet in my hand, I sat there blankly, the server was about to start, the game world, I am here, I want to do well, I must be the best! I want to start my career, I
To become supreme, I want to make money!
…
Wait, game world? I...
The warrior soul instantly woke up from the illusion, the game helmet in his hand turned into the Sword of Order, and the hut in front of him turned into an empty and ruined Garden of Divine Words!
Oh my God, what's wrong with me? Why is the person in front of me red-eyed, like a crazy vicious dog?
