Although there must be a corresponding price to obtain benefits, the danger seems a bit insignificant under the temptation of piles of high-end materials. Some gangs even spared no expense to set up the Nine-turn Soul Recovery Array in their temporary stations. To put it bluntly, it is just a temporary resurrection point. In order to save their members time running back and forth. In their opinion, it doesn’t matter if the level drops, the key is to get the materials, and the more, the better.

At this time, the players of this nameless gang were hesitating and watching, wishing they could rush up and fight two fights. Even if they could win a red dragon with all the strength of the gang, they would make a profit. Even if the entire army was wiped out in the end, at least they would be able to enjoy it.

"Wow! The ghost wolf is so fucking handsome. That red cloud dragon horse is simply the best among the mounts." A player named "Going out to step on the shit" moved two stones under his feet, as if he could stand higher and see further than others. At this time, his eyes were all focused on the ghost wolf. Looking at the heroic figure of his idol, his envy and admiration were rising unlimitedly.

"If I could get a mount like this, I would be willing to even lower me to level 10," he wiped his mouth and said excitedly.

"Tsk, just you?" A player next to him gave him a blank look and said angrily: "With your skill, it's good to get an ordinary horse as a mount. Do you know how much is a mount now? Don't be a toad who wants to eat swan meat."

He was splashed with cold water, and his enthusiasm for going out to step on the shit was not affected at all. Then he turned his attention to another figure: "Look, look, Frost Feiyu! Beauty is a beauty, and she is so beautiful when fighting. He didn't hear the sound of the piano, even if the fairy descended to earth, it would be like this."

"Hmph!" The two sisters standing on the other side glared at him dissatisfiedly, praising the other woman in front of their female compatriots was simply an insult to them.

You know, when you go out and step on dog shit, you always act like treating beautiful women like dirt, and you disdain the sisters in the gang. You are unwilling to circle around your sisters all day long, and you will send them to your sisters like a mountain of delicious food, fun and so on.

It’s not because he is really a gentleman, or has a problem with his sexual orientation. But in the eyes of going out to step on shit, only a beautiful woman like Shuang Feiyu can be truly called a woman. Of course, in addition, such as Ye Fantian, Yaolan, and the goddess of life in the west... Although these beauties are not easy to mess with, it doesn’t mean they can’t be thought of. There is something called “yy” in this world.

The brothers in the gang have long been accustomed to the idea of ​​yy going out to step on shit. But even so, he still became the public enemy of all the women in the gang. To put it in their words, "It's obviously a piece of shit, not even cow dung, and he fantasizes about flowers that can be inserted into his head every day."

Regarding this statement, I went out and stomped on the shit and said a very classic dialogue: "If one day I can really turn myself into a shit, then there will never be anyone in this world step on my head."

After watching Shuang Feiyu, he went out to step on the shit and examined the sisters who were in a fierce battle one by one, but no matter how hard he looked, it was not as good as Shuang Feiyu.

Their boss came over. Hearing a few beauties whispering about the shameless guy, frowned, and pulled the shit out of the footstone when they went out. He said loudly: "Look at Shuang Feiyu can't fall into your arms! Come on, raise the fire, let's see if we can kill wild boars or something. Since we are here, we won't have a fight. It's good to have a picnic, just act like an outing."

"I'm the best at raising fire!" Seeing that the boss spoke, he didn't say a word of nonsense when he went out to step on the shit, and jumped off the stone flexibly. He turned to raising fire.

After walking for a few steps, he seemed to have thought of something and hurriedly turned back. He spitted on the stone where he was standing just now, stretched out his index finger and wiped it up, and wrote the word "shit", as if he was marking his territory, indicating that this is his position and no one is allowed to grab it.

Although my saliva was dry, I would definitely not be able to see the words. But there were too many people around me who saw his actions. Even if someone had the idea of ​​standing on top to see, they had now all been dispelled. Who would like to stand on a piece of shit? No, absolutely nothing?

I went out and stepped on the shit and ran to the bottom of the hillside. I picked up a pile of wood. I was about to dig a pit and raise the fire. However, I suddenly let out a "whistle" in the sky. A ball of liquid from unknown things made him feel cold. All the wood in my arms was wet.

"Damn it, what are you doing? When will it rain? It's going to go down at this time!" He went out and stepped on the shit and cursed loudly at the sky. Suddenly he realized that there was no drop of rain in the sky. Instead, there was a strong fishy smell, which penetrated into his nose and a little sticky face.

When I went out to step on the shit, I wiped my face and found that it was full of blood in my hands. I was so scared that the firewood he held in his arms was spilled all over the floor.

"What's going on? It's so slow to raise the fire." Seeing that the boss stepped on the shit for a long time without replying a letter, the wild boar he had just been beaten was nothing new after waiting. He couldn't help but run down to find someone. However, when he saw that the shit went out, he was covered in blood, staring at the sky in a daze. His whole body seemed to be stupid. The firewood scattered all over the floor was like him, poured on the fishy liquid.

"What's the point?" The boss frowned and walked towards the doorstep of shit: "What did you do to make yourself bleed? Didn't you bring any medicine? There is a gold-burning medicine here, so I'll stop the blood." As he said that, he put his hand into his backpack and muttered to himself: "I can't even take a bottle of decent potion. I can only use the lowest-level gold-burning medicine. When can I get a lot of materials and practice skills like Ximen Chufeng, and I don't have to make the brothers in the gang go so badly with me."

"Boss...Boss..." He came to his senses when he stepped on the shit. Seeing that the boss was holding the gold-patched medicine in his hand, he was so moved. He knew that the boss seemed to be fierce to everyone. But in fact, he treated the members of the gang as brothers. If it weren't like that, how could such a nameless little gang keep the player of No. 180 and follow him wholeheartedly and reluctant to leave easily?

"Don't say so much, just use the medicine first." The boss looked at the look of stepping on the shit when he went out. He knew what he wanted to say, and couldn't help but look down on his face and said coldly: "I can still get such a serious injury when I ask you to raise a fire. I really don't know how you usually do it. When I level up, I know how to be lazy. I can't help you as a main attacker. It's really a mess..."

"Old...Boss..." He walked out and took the gold-storage medicine that the boss had to put on him in one hand, and opened his mouth desperately, trying to say something, but once the boss scolded him, he was like water that had opened the gate, and he couldn't hold it anyway. After a long time, he stopped. He took out the kettle from his backpack and took a sip, and asked, "What are you doing stuttering? Just say whatever you want, why is a big master talking so hard?"

"Old...Boss...isn't this...isn't my blood..." Taking advantage of the moment when the boss was drinking water, he went out to step on the shit and finally finished what he wanted to say.

"Isn't your blood?" The boss reached out and slashed his face on the dog shit, and asked strangely: "Can you pick up some firewood and encounter a monster? Wild boar blood?"

"No... it's not pig's blood..." The more nervous I went out to step on the shit, the more I couldn't say a complete sentence, and it took me a long time to squeeze out this sentence.

"It's not pig blood, is it still dragon blood?" The boss shouted angrily: "So much blood can be cooked in a pot of pig blood soup, and now it's sprinkled like this."

"I just collected a bottle." He took out a small bottle from his backpack and handed it to the boss.

"You are sensible and know that nothing is a waste..." The boss took the bottle he handed out to step on the shit, and was thinking about whether he would make a pot of pig blood soup to drink, but suddenly he was shocked by the things contained in the bottle: "Dragon Blood?"

"It's really... it's really dragon blood... I didn't have any hallucinations." When I went out to step on the shit, I breathed a sigh of relief when I heard the boss's words, and reached out to wipe my face. Suddenly I remembered that there was dragon blood on my face, and I suddenly withdrew my hand.

The boss stared at the eyes for a long time, grabbed the collar of the dog shit going out, and asked excitedly: "Where did you get this thing? Do you know how much this bottle of dragon blood can cost? Oh my god, I actually use it to take a shower?"

Taking a bath with dragon blood? He was shocked by the boss's words when he went out to step on dog shit. He had never even dreamed about this idea. Now...had he really had a bath with dragon blood? He secretly decided in his heart that from today on, he would not have to take a bath for at least a month. But he seemed to have forgotten one thing, this is a game, basically, there is no need to take a bath. As long as time passes, the system will naturally clean up the filth on his body. Not to mention dragon blood, even dragon urine, it will still have no smell in half an hour.

The boss saw that he stepped on the shit for a long time and didn't respond. He thought he had entered his yy world again. He ignored him and hurriedly ran up the mountain. He was about to announce the good news with his brothers in the gang.
Chapter completed!