"By the way, you have been a mercenary for so long, do you know a guy called Tiandi Yishu?" Since I knew everything I wanted to know, I asked casually. Since the boy had killed the Frost Dragon with me, there has been no news, and I don't know how he is doing now. Although he has only met him three times, he left a deep impression on me every time, so it is really difficult to forget this person.

"You should be the guy named Jian Twenty-san before." The Doomsday Blood God responded and said, "Why don't you know? Any brother who is mercenary world who is mercenary, basically knows him. That kid is a standard leveling ruthless, and he is also a typical mission madman. He is busy all day long and has never seen him stop. But he is also a ecstatic person. He deletes his number several times for a woman. Logically speaking, such a man should live in the flowers.

Yes, but if you borrow it, you only have a unique love for a woman. You don’t know that he is obedient to that woman. Even the few of us who have been brothers with him have seen it so stingy that their teeth are almost lost. But he is still obsessed with it. Alas, since ancient times, heroes have been sad to get over the beauty. This is indeed not to deceive me." The Doomsday Blood God seemed particularly interested in such gossip news, and he spoke it immediately, making him like the guy, Mr. Kong, wrinkled in his writing.

I accidentally remembered the scene I saw in Nicholas Castle. The woman in the mouth of the Doomsday Blood God should be the Qingyou Lily. At that time, I realized that the world is good for Qingyou Lily in an instant, which is not something that ordinary men can do. It turns out that they love too deeply and too strongly. "It is okay to love my wife a little. If you have a wife in the future, you will not be the same as him." I pushed the Doomsday Blood God in a half-joking and half-sincere tone and said.

"Da Meng, it's really good like you said, but it's not like that." The Blood God of Doomsday curled his lips and said, "My wife is good, but that is someone else's wife. If it's really his wife, we wouldn't have any opinions. Unfortunately, the woman wouldn't marry him at all. Once he got drunk and heard from him that he said that because he was unstable and liked freedom, he was unwilling to lock him up with marriage. Instead, he chose to marry another man who treats her very well and gave him freedom. Damn, what freedom is so fucking shit! If I really love him, how could he run away with other men? I told me that the woman must have had enough benefits, so I dumped him. The boy was still in love with her. He was so idiotic.

I smiled and shook my head. Things can be thought of, but not words can be said. If Qingyou Lily has no feelings for the world at all, I don’t believe anything. But I saw her eyes when she saw the world at all moments, which was even better than Yunyun for me. It was not that she was deeply in love, and she would never have such an expression. So I thought that what Tianyu Yi said was not necessarily drunken words. If Qingyou Lily couldn’t help but give him a free body, and like him, he liked to delete the number casually, he would definitely not like a constant life. This is indeed a bit difficult for women who need a sense of security and yearn for a stable life. It was not until one time when I met Qingyou Lily that I knew the whole story and at the same time I had a deeper understanding of the thing. It turned out that this was related to another friend of mine.

"Then how is he now? Do you still have any contact with you?" I remember that kid has an appraisal book. I don't know if there is any connection with Mo Xiezi's material appraisal skills. I asked casually.

"No... I haven't contacted him for a long time." The Blood God of Doomsday sighed and said with a sigh: "That boy, I heard that he has deleted the number again. Now he doesn't know anything. I guess he won't know him even if he sees him again. As long as he doesn't want to be found, no one can find him..."

No one can, is it not even me... I thought about it, and then shook my head. Why do you look for him for nothing? It's not a task, and it's not a good idea to find it. Although this kid is a talent, I can't do it. It doesn't matter to me, so I don't have to care. However, this guy is really a failure to deal with emotional issues, and it's a long way to get involved. Such things are the most likely to hurt people.

"It's about to reach the ground, everyone cheer up!" The sound of broken teeth came from the wind in front of the team, interrupting my thoughts. When I looked up, there was still an endless desert around me. Several places that were originally oasis were also turned into dead places due to the scorching sun and the water source was dry. Such places can be seen everywhere in the bloody desert, so how could there be any big waves of ss?

But since Broken Tooth can be said this, there must be a reason. I remained silent and followed the Doomsday Blood God and followed, intending to see what happened.

"Everyone is ready to go into the pre-war battle. The fighting group goes forward and opens the door. The treatment group follows up and attacks from a long range to catch and protect him." Broken teeth rode on his crystal beast, raised his arms and waved forward, giving him a sense of general's destiny.

As soon as Broken Teeth finished speaking, a small group of people rushed up from the large group holding Yishao shovels, followed by a row of white-clothed priests. Dozens of phantom archers (the title of Archer Three Turn) and elemental soldiers evacuated behind them, forming a semicircle encirclement, as if staring at the front of the battlefield. What kind of formation is this? Is it necessary to mine a group? Is it necessary to make such a formation? This is a bit exaggerated.

Seeing the shovel team rushing forward, aiming at an open space in the desert, and digging randomly, causing the sand to fly all over the sky. I was really a little confused, so I had to wait and see. After a while, the team successfully dug a big hole in the desert. A "pit digger" led by the leader raised his hand and made a ok hand gesture. He broke his teeth and shouted loudly: "Start the action, Er Zuo stepped forward to pull the monster, cover it up.

The group retreats and prepares for battle at any time." I was thinking, in the sky, the surroundings were endless, and the snakes and scorpions had been cleared away, and there was no stranger. Unexpectedly, as soon as the Broken Tooth finished speaking, he heard a loud noise, and the smelly wind overflowed everywhere. A huge head like a water tank broke out from the bottom of the pit and rushed out. To die, the mutated snake king with a level 62 appeared in front of everyone.

Damn it, it's really a ss, but it's actually dug out. How did these guys in the world find out? It's so stupid to make up the ground, which makes our buddies admire him and provoke him.

The mutant snake king was standing tall with his head, and his two green pupils were full of fierce light. He swept around and opened his mouth with a big bloody mouth. A pair of snow-white fangs as thick as his forearms were particularly dazzling. He vomited blood-red letters at the players in front of him. His head covered with purple gray scales kept shaking and making rustling sounds, as if venting his dissatisfaction after being disturbed. On both sides of its neck, there were also a pair of thin fleshy wings, covered with dense poisonous stings. As it swayed, purple liquid continued to drip, and it was obviously highly poisonous.

"Take it, while the waves have not entered the state of pulling the state, try to hurt it first." With the order of Broken Tooth, the entire team was fired with thousands of arrows, and all the magic was released, and the colorful lights were blooming, and the sound of killing surged. There was an angry roar, and a clanging sound was heard. All the melee players rushed up like a tide, surrounding the big pit and blew away.

There were indeed dozens of paladins and priests staying beside me, obviously because I was afraid that I would lose my honor due to accidental injury. As for the broken teeth, I took the lead and rushed to the front of the team. As a killer, he took responsibility for his back and kissed his throat in a variety of ways, almost showing his dazzling figure with his hands and feet.

I was not idle either. I carefully observed the situation on the field. Although everyone was rushing up, the formation of the team was basically consistent, and the division of labor was very clear. Teams of paladins with heavy helmets and tight armor held a unified thick, long and sharp three-blade scythe. Once, they advanced and retreated, and with a few berserkers holding shields with both hands, they trapped the mutant snake king tightly, and did not give it the opportunity to swim, or jump over the crowd and attack their teammates behind them. They had never changed hands and took medicine to replenish blood. They should have absolute trust in the priests behind them. They firmly believed that as long as those priests still had blue, they would never have any worries. If they had time to drink medicine, it would be better to save a few more chops.

What I feel most deeply are those priests. Each priest is aimed at the players in front of him. As long as the blood volume drops slightly, it will be filled immediately. For other players, they do not ask more questions. They lock their teammates' blood bars. Typically, they don't look at other things, only care about the blood of the players in front of them. Even if they are attacked by the scattered magic of the mutant snake king, they just drink medicine to recover. Anyway, the mage's poison defense is too high, and absolutely no priest throws a halo on his head, so as not to miss the best time to save his teammates.

During the moment, I looked at the priests who kept smashing out the recovery halo and stuffing blue medicine into their mouths, and I was really admired by their professionalism. After joining the team like this, dozens of people were like one person, like a cooperation between hands and feet, and they could not find any loopholes. The mutant snake king was extremely ferocious, twisting hissing, screaming, but he couldn't break out of the encirclement. It seemed that I didn't need to intervene at all. It was just a matter of time to win this mutant snake king with a level 60 rise. I thought it was just a matter of time to win it off.

Seeing such a fierce battle, my mood that I had planned to gain some benefits from Boss suddenly disappeared without a trace. Such a team is more difficult than dealing with 100 people than dealing with 5,000 ordinary gangs. Not to mention whether they can grab them or not, just looking at their unity spirit, it is not easy for ordinary people to seize food.

"The mutant snake king is going crazy. Everyone scatters and sacrifices should pay attention to detoxification." Suddenly, Broken Tooth jumped backward, jumped out of the pit, and shouted loudly.

With just one order, the brothers surrounding the mutant snake king suddenly dispersed like a tide, forming dozens of small formations. The melee players stared at the big pit with their eyes fixed on each other, while the ranged attackers still kept throwing out their highest attack skills.

The snake king's blood volume had dropped by nearly one-third at this time. It suddenly leaned back and followed a dry land to pull onions. Its whole body rose high from the desert. Dozens of poisonous snakes that looked exactly like it jumped out from under it, but the mold was only a few sizes smaller than it. As soon as each small snake jumped out, a team immediately surrounded it, and another series of slashes and kills. The main team led by Broken Ya led the mutant snake king to the edge of the big pit, but just dragged it as much as possible, without strengthening the attack, and surrounding it without killing it.

When the last little snake struggled and sank on the ground, the snake king suddenly became furious. The thin wings on both sides suddenly expanded several times, and purple poisonous fog gushed out from below and spread to both sides. It seems that this is not the first time that Broken Tooth and others have dealt with this poisonous snake, because their position is very clever, almost all are opposite the snake king, so the poisonous fog has little impact on them. After seeing the poisonous fog dissipate, the teams gathered again and returned to the previous formation of collectively fighting against the snake king.

In this way, it was a good fight and kill. The Snake King's blood was about to bottom out, and the formation of the team changed under the command of Broken Tooth. All the priests retreated and stood far away to the side, extending as far as possible to the farthest healing distance. The soldiers in the middle also began to wander in all directions, and no one stood there. What kind of fighting is this? What is the use of going around? Just as this question appeared in my mind, the mutated Snake King had a new move.

The snake king, who was on the verge of death, suddenly stretched his body down, and the snake tail with a horny bone fetus whipped wildly in all directions like a steel bar whip. Every time he whipped, he would inevitably bring down a group of people. No matter which team the priests were in, they would throw the light of recovery into the attack range. It can be said that wherever the snake tail was drawn, the halo of treatment would follow. Even the team members who were beaten to the blood would still be returned alive. Indeed, with such a intensive healing halo, it would be really difficult to get someone to hang up. I believed in what the Doomsday Blood God said before.
Chapter completed!