The People Walking in Dungeons are surely not Normal

If the essence of mankind is greed, then the essence of the apostle is greed plus greed, and he covers his face and has a thick-skinned face.

Longfoot Rotes had just finished blackmailing my wine, and within three seconds, he started talking to me about the reconstruction of the castle again.

Faced with such a rogue, of course I will not easily agree to his rude request!

Just kidding, am I the kind of person who just agrees to others' requests!

Ever since, I rejected Lotters' request sternly, and looked at him with a sneer: "Why, I have an opinion, okay, if you have an opinion, come to pick me up, you're just picking me up!"

Obviously, Rotes had never heard such a perverted request that he waved his sturdy tentacles excitedly, gave me a few shots, and then the ruins of the castle became more fragmented.

I laughed brilliantly. I asked Rotes if you were stupid. Obviously I'm just a conscious body. You still attacked me physically.

Rotes stared at me angrily. The eight sturdy tentacles whirled like a big windmill. His movements reminded me of a set of ancient boxing techniques that have been passed down from ancient times to the present. Once this ancient boxing technique was released, the situation changed. , The sun and the moon are dark, and the earth trembles.

The name of this boxing method is simple and profound, and it will be unforgettable once you hear it.

It is-Wang Baquan.

Yes, you heard that right, it is Wang Baquan.

In other words, the anger of Lottus started from his heart, and the evil grew to the guts. To the consciousness of me, he immediately swiped a set of superb punches.

The fists are fierce, the fists are rolling, and the waves on the bottom of the sea are stirred up, how spectacular!

But the fart is not useful.

It's like an empty bomb, the sound is quite loud, it doesn't work.

After playing for more than half a time, Lotters also felt a little embarrassed, and finally stopped, coughing a few times, and said: "What do you want to help me convince the Naga to rebuild the castle?"

"Simple, you help me do things, I help you build the castle."

"You let me do things for you?" Rotes widened his eyes, "Dignified apostle, condescend to do things for you?"

"Otherwise? Or, you can't bear to throw away this pile of tattered ruins and want to live on for a hundred years, one thousand years, or ten thousand years?"

"No," Rotes said: "You change terms."

"That's it, accept it or not!"

Later, Longfoot Rotes and I fell into a short stalemate.

Actually, I can understand Lotters’ mood. Although I am an ancient fairy, my blood is sealed after all, and I don’t know when I will awaken. The descendants of the ancient fairy without the talent and blood of the ancient fairy are only better than humans. Rotes is unwilling to be loyal to such a weak chicken.

But understanding belongs to understanding... Don't I want face?

You Rotes prides itself on being noble and refuses to be honourable. I, An Xiaoyi, is the descendant of the ancient fairy first, the second son of Master Dewey, and the grandson-in-law of the fairy queen, the son-in-law of the orc king, and the current Simmons family of the ancient family. The patriarch's niece and son-in-law!

Than halo? Humph, with such a lot of identity auras added, isn't it more dazzling than you?

Thinking of this, I was even more reluctant to back down.

Rotes was very annoyed when he saw that I had been reluctant to give in. He grinned, his teeth and claws were open, but he still took me in no way.

In desperation, he had to catch a fish and vent his anger from passing.

Accompanied by the sound of creaking and chewing, one after another unfortunate fish became a snack for him to vent his anger. The blood overflowing from the huge mouth and the meat scraps falling from the corner of the mouth floated with the waves, but if it did not drift far, it would be caught. A group of small fishes without eyes were divided and eaten.

"How about it, have you figured it out?" I sat cross-legged on a reef on the bottom of the sea, and said to Lotters.

Lotters' eyes trembled slightly, and after a while, he reluctantly said, "I've got my idea."

"How? Accept or refuse?"

"I..." He only uttered the word ‘I’ and then fell silent. After hesitating for a long time, he spoke again: "Accept."

"That's right" I smiled: "A person who knows the current affairs is a Junjie, I think you look like a Junjie."

Rotes' eyes trembled slightly and he refused to pay attention to me.

But I don't care, there is another apostle thug, I am happy!

Although the apostle thugs didn't seem to be so domineering, even the Naga tribe couldn't do it, but when they thought that the Naga tribe was the only country in the entire ocean, it was relieved.

Think of Tyrannosaurus King Bakar, who led the dragons and occupied the country of the Celestials, and was severely injured by the super technological civilization.

Although I also admit that the super-technological civilization cannot cause essential damage to Bakar, and Bakar’s injury was also deliberately suffered by him, but the problem is that Bakar is not just himself an attack on the heavens, but leads the army. Invading the heavens, these two statements are very different.

Only by attacking the heavens alone can this prove that the Tyrannosaurus King Bakar is strong enough to destroy the country, but leading an army to occupy the heavens, at most, you can only say: Ah! Tyrannosaurus King Bakar is so mighty, and Tyrannosaurus King Bakar’s army is so mighty!

Listen, this statement directly reduces the importance of Bakar by half, and it also strengthens the military strength of the Celestial Clan.

But the problem is that, according to historical documents, the national power of the Celestial people is at the bottom, while the strength of the Naga tribe is obviously much stronger than that of the Celestial tribe. It's a pity that the Naga tribe didn’t have the same power during the catastrophe. It was spared, the strong were killed and wounded, and the inheritance was not one. The only weak ones of the Naga tribe were hard to pick the lead. They had to establish a friendly alliance with the forest fairy in order to achieve long-term development.

But even the weak are not necessarily weaker than the Celestial people back then.

So in terms of strength, Longfoot Rotes may not be weaker than Tyrannosaurus Bacal, and even stronger than him when fighting at home.

With such a helper, I can rest assured about 90% of the marine affairs.

What is the remaining ten percent?

Don't forget, there are still several forbidden places in this deep sea and terrible sea monster dwelling places that even the apostles dare not easily set foot on.

Some people may be curious, why I begged Rotes to do things for me. Is there any hidden secret in it?

Actually-there is no secret. Counting this time, Rotes and I have only met twice. You said that we only met twice, and the other party is still an octopus. You think there may be a relationship between us. Secret?

So don't make trouble.

The reason why Rotes is forced to do things for me is that Rotes has certain authority in the ocean and I can ask him for help when I need it. Second, don’t forget that Master Dewey is tirelessly studying diving. The great career of boating, this career is not so simple to complete, if one is not careful, it will be buried on the bottom of the sea. To be on the safe side, I must have a partner who can swim on the bottom of the sea, and Rotes happens to be the most suitable partner.

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