Chapter 387 Goblin Dajun
"Get out!"
Ye Xuefeng, who said he didn't have such a strong taste, kicked Big Goblin in the butt.
I sent him directly to the bridal chamber.
Clapping his hands, Ye Xuefeng had only one idea in his mind.
Mud, bad luck!
He said while greeting the roommates in the live broadcast room.
"We must cultivate these Goblin aesthetics in the future.
If you dare to find me those crooked mouths and squinting eyes again, I will definitely give you no good fruit to eat!"
It's a pity that the water friends in the live broadcast room don't care about this matter, they care about something more interesting.
[Stop it, anchor, you have become a villager, how advanced do you still think your aesthetics are?]
[I personally am more curious... Of course I am just curious. Big Goblin and Teddy Kobold are so different in stature... hiss...]
[Personally, I think it shouldn't kill anyone. Even if it's a little bigger, it should be able to hold it.]
[Wow, brother, you have such a story!]
[Ahem, calm down, these are just ordinary words.]
[Then your past... must be filled with stories everywhere (dog head saves life).]
[Don't anchors participate in Three-Race Contest? Are you only willing to be a little king of Kobold?]
[By the way, isn't he Goblin King? How did he become the king of Kobold?]
[Even if you can only find a wife, you can only find Kobold, and you still say that he is not the king of Kobold?]
[I understand, according to your logic, as long as the anchor finds Minotaur as his brother in the future, wouldn't he become...]
[Okay, those upstairs, you can all be discharged!]
[Is it because we are all normal people?]
[Because you are hopeless, we have to bring in some more patients who have hope of being saved!!!]
Ye Xuefeng ignored the live broadcast room that was gradually going awry. Anyway, as long as they didn't scold themselves for CS.
However.
This Three-Race Contest seems like something you can really try.
What?
You ask, the average combat power per person in Goblin is only 4.5, why should we join Three-Race Contest?
So, what are the characteristics of Goblin King's growth?
The clan members died, right?
So is there any way to make these tribesmen die quickly?
Kill, set fire, poison?!
If that were the case, it would probably not reproduce as fast as Goblin.
It is estimated that only actions that can lead to large-scale death, such as war, can help Ye Xuefeng quickly improve Second Stage.
"But I have a problem, brothers, you said I'm killing Goblin at the same time.
Will it allow me to directly become a perpetual motion machine, or even give me a possibility... hope to surpass that one?"
Ye Xuefeng But I thought of something and couldn't help but say to the water friends in the live broadcast room at this moment.
For a moment, all the barrage was empty.
[This is genius!]
[Some people look at the sea at night, some read during the day, and some are looking at their own death date!]
[I don't dare to think about it, I don't dare to think about it!
Anchor, how dare you say such things in the God's live broadcast room? You are no longer insulting the God, you are insulting yourself...]
[I think it is possible, but... you still need to practice it!]
[Is he really a genius?]
[It's so hard!!]
Talk about both ends.
Little Dragon Man It's really miserable here.
In the dark cave before drying, Liu Shuai, covering his buttocks, looked at the water friends in his live broadcast room with an angry expression.
"Grandma, those God of Deaths are so rude. They just fight when they fight. Why do they attack such a vulnerable place like me!"
As he spoke, two tears rolled down Liu Shuai's eyes.
This strong Little Dragon Man never cried even when his legs were broken.
But at this moment, when he felt the burning pain behind him, he cried.
[There is a saying that men don't shed tears when they are heartbroken, but it's just not the time to shed tears yet!]
[It's so tragic. When the anchors fought just now, I witnessed it with my own eyes. You are really...]
[I'm new here, can anyone tell me what happened just now?]
[Nothing, just three God of Death besieging the anchor together, one specializing in the third floor, one specializing in the lower third floor, and one specializing in the back!]
[Hiss... If this anchor can survive, he must have survived the catastrophe and will be blessed later!]
[Hey?! I don't know about the disaster, but maybe the host will be blessed in the future.]
[Anchor, don't be sad, it's the first time like this, I've been in pain like this before...]
[Tell me more about the pain, why do I feel like I have passed?]
[Hey, there's something wrong with you two??]
[Tsk tsk tsk, the live broadcast room is indeed Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, I didn't expect there to be such an excellent variety!]
Seeing the ironic content in the live broadcast room, Liu Shuai was so cruel that he immediately turned off the live broadcast.
No way.
Maybe the physical pain is unbearable.
But these BYD paintings are really painful.
There are actually people who ask me to sacrifice my butt to find that saint.
Listen, is this something a human can say?!
"Made, I don't believe it anymore. I still can't break through First Stage?"
Liu Shuai, who was cursing, began to think about how he could achieve a miracle?
"Grandma, if you want to become First Stage, there are several ways... either to learn a way, to have faith, or to die of the race..."
Speaking of the last item, Liu Shuai carefully looked at the Dragonfolks who were coming and going outside.
Otherwise, try Dragonfolk Nirvana?!
What if I can benefit from the death of my clan members?
However, recalling that the few Dragonfolks who died in the previous battle did not bring any benefit to me, and now I am still seriously injured.
Liu Shuai gave up on this idea.
"Perhaps I can try the original method... for example, take some effective medicine?"
Say Cao Cao, Cao Cao and you'll be there.
Wow!
As a lot of smoke and dust flew up, a Dragonfolk with a scar on his face slowly walked in.
There was something similar to ginseng in his hand.
"Ergouwa, don't blame your second uncle for not helping you. Your injuries are too serious... and the angle is so tricky that bandaging is probably useless. Why don't you try this medicinal material for humans?"
With that said, Liu Shuai his second uncle directly stuffed the ginseng into his mouth and left without caring whether it was useful or not.
I don't know why, but Liu Shuai always feels that this is a deliberate revenge from his second uncle.
Didn't he just make a lot of efforts to improve First Stage?
For example, stealing the gold coins from the second uncle's house and making pagodas to pile them in front of the second uncle's house to attract the attention of the gods, tricking them into believing in themselves and tempering their bodies...
"Bah, bah, bah... this ginseng is so bitter... forget it, no matter how bitter it is, how can it be as bitter as my life?"
As he said that, Liu Shuai couldn't help but sigh and scratched his itchy wounds.
Not to mention, this medicinal material does seem to be somewhat useful?
Why is my body so hot, my wounds itchy, and my head so dizzy?
Damn it! Second uncle, you must have taken the poison!!