Zhuo Hua

Chapter 238 Are You a Sword Cultivator?

As soon as Dong Ran sat down, he saw a figure flying towards him, so frightened that he almost swung his big knife to strike at him.

When he saw clearly that the person who came was a bright and beautiful little girl, his expression was a little complicated for a while.

"You..." He looked Zhuohua up and down with critical eyes.

"I want to join your team." Zhuo Hua looked at Dong Ran's disgusted look and said with a smile without being angry.

Seeing Zhuo Hua looking like a "weak woman" who couldn't carry her shoulders or lift her hands, Dong Ran scratched his nose in embarrassment, thinking about how to reject her so as not to hurt the little girl's self-esteem.

As the leader of a mercenary group who has dived under the sea, rolled across the desert, and lived in mud pits, he dislikes bringing such a delicate little girl with him the most.

After all, the little girl is in a lot of trouble. If she acts pretentious or cries along the way, she will annoy them to death. Whether to continue to carry the oil bottle or let it fend for itself is an extremely challenging problem.

As people who make a living on the edge of a knife, they don't have the leisure to care about the beauty.

"Our mission is to hunt down fifth-level ice wolves." Dong Ran curled his lips, "Little girl, although you are already in the late stage of Jindan, if a fifth-level ice wolf encounters someone with the strength of Nascent Soul, you It’s not enough to watch.”

Zhuohua raised his eyebrows and said calmly, "I am a sword cultivator."

"Sword cultivator... what? Are you a sword cultivator?" Dong Ran called out in surprise, his voice raised slightly, causing many people around to look at him.

It was precisely because of this voice that people who had not noticed Dong Ran at first saw that there was another stall and gathered around him.

Zhuohua once again felt the fear of being surrounded.

She felt that her weak body was being squeezed out little by little, and countless hands were pushing her, making her even unsteady on her feet. At this time, her body was like duckweed. Floating to and fro in this sea of ​​people, there was no strength to stop her.

"Don't squeeze." Looking at the pitiful, weak and helpless figure of the little girl, Dong Ran was rarely moved with compassion.

If other members of their mercenary group knew about it, their jaws would drop in shock.

The coercive voice of Nascent Soul spread rapidly in all directions, and the low-level monk couldn't help but "thump" and knelt down on the ground.The surroundings suddenly became eerily quiet, and no sound could be heard except breathing.

Nascent Soul monks are not common here, and most people come here to fish in troubled waters to make up for their losses.Everyone hopes that a big boss will lead them to win.

Therefore, in fact, it is not very easy to find high-quality monks to do tasks together.

High-level monks generally don't bother to crowd here. They prefer to do tasks alone or with two or three friends.

Dong Ran took over the task, and if he failed to complete it, he would have to pay double the compensation, so he had to choose someone with strong ability.

Looking at the group of people kneeling on the ground, he rubbed the center of his brows with a headache.

"Little girl, come here." Seeing Zhuo Hua standing there rather embarrassed, Dong Ran smiled and waved.

Zhuo Hua shook his slightly heavy hand and walked over.

"Little girl, are you a sword cultivator?" Looking at Zhuo Hua who seemed to have walked out of a scroll, Dong Ran felt that he could not connect her with the sword cultivator at all.

"No...do you like it?" Zhuohua stretched out his hand to brush his hair, and asked with a smile.

"Little girl, we are not here to see the scenery, the conditions are very difficult."

　Three shifts

　　
　
(End of this chapter)