The People Walking in Dungeons are surely not Normal

Puff...cough!

A mouthful of old blood spurted out, and I was relieved a lot. I struggled to get up from the ground, frowning, looking at Poseidon who was looking at me indifferently, and grinning sneer: "The strength...not bad. "

Poseidon was quite surprised at the boy who was bombarded by himself but did not die. Obviously, the strength of this boy was far inferior to him. Even though the attack just now wasn't an exhaustion, it was used. At least 80% of the strength, such a strength, even if the sea general under his hand is hit, it is immortal or disabled, but this young man seems to have nothing at all-except for the hole in the shoulder.

After that, he became more troubled, what exactly should he do to kill the boy in front of him, that is, me.

Seeing this scene, Shilock laughed, laughed presumptuously, and laughed very freely.

Poseidon stopped raising his dung fork again and looked at Shilock. He was curious why this woman laughed so happily.

Soon, Shilock gave the answer he wanted—"It seems that he disagrees. Then, if you want to marry me, there is only one last way."

Poseidon raised his chin, his arrogant eyes filled with hot desire again: "What is it?"

"Beat me, or beat him."

Shilock stopped laughing, raised his hand seriously and pointed at Spitz.

"Hey, you woman, why do you want to involve me too?" Spitz was a little unhappy.

"Because you are a gentleman, and a gentleman is going to stand up for women" Shilock giggled again.

"He's also a gentleman!" Spitz pointed out at me and asked, "Why didn't you let him come?"

"He is a warrior" Shilock raised his hand gracefully, shook it twice, and said, "Not a gentleman."

"I'm a fighter too!" Spitz retorted.

Unexpectedly, Shilock shook his head: "You are not a soldier, you are at best a military division. If you don't believe it, ask Bakar."

How could Spitz bother his master with such a trivial matter, so he had no choice but to accept Shilock's assignment with a bitter face. After all, everyone had a face and refused rashly and would be laughed at.

On the other side, Poseidon saw Spitz stepping out of the queue, standing in front of him, and after pulling away, he could not help but snorted, "If you are willing to surrender, I will grant you immortality and give you glory and wealth. Enjoy the status of Sea General."

"You are really generous and kind," Spitz said with a smile: "But I am not interested in any sea general. I want to serve only the great Tyrannosaurus King."

"It's a pity." Poseidon actually became interested in talents: "With your strength, you should have a great accomplishment."

"I have done a great job" Spitz disapproved.

Poseidon shook his head and said: "Pride and arrogance are the root of all men, but it's a pity."

Spitz was already very impatient, he didn't bother to play with Poseidon anymore, and rushed towards Poseidon with a grip of the dragon's claw.

Hand-to-hand combat has never been Spitz's strong point.

With Spitz's melee level, it occupies the middle and upper reaches of the dragon clan at best. The dragon who is really good at melee is the mad dragon Hess.

According to Spitz, the mad dragon Hess once smashed the continental board with a fist. Although this might sound far less powerful than the Tyrannosaurus King Bakar, the latter used the power of the dragon bloodline, while the former, Just break the ground with pure brute force.

It is conceivable that in terms of physical combat, the mad dragon Hess is so awesome.

Even in terms of strength alone, Mad Dragon Hess is the only existence that can defeat the Phoenix.

Note, it’s only possible, because Spitz can’t tell how much Phoenix’s true brute force is. Anyway, so far, she has carried a giant dragon like a toy doll, throwing a ton of sand scorpion along. It was like throwing a rag sack, and even if the sand scorpion was not big, she might throw the sand scorpion with the tail between her fingers.

Therefore, in Spitz's eyes, the phoenix is ​​a prehistoric behemoth with a human appearance, and Spitz's only fearful existence-one of them is the Tyrannosaurus King Bakar.

However, it is clear that Poseidon is not the opponent of the above two in terms of melee ability or strength, and the strength is even worse than the Tyrannosaurus King by a thousand miles, so Spitz did not at all. Poseidon looked at it, but he was very interested in his trident.

A punch shook the trident away, Spitz glanced at his fist, suddenly turned his head, and said excitedly at me: "This weapon is actually made of fine gold!"

"Fine gold!" I was taken aback: "What a luxury!"

"Yes, a very extravagant weapon" Spitz said: "And the workmanship is also very good, you see, my scales have been punctured."

"Oh, it's sharp enough, then, do you need help?" I chuckled, revealing the essence of a profiteer: "Don't worry, the pay is very small, just half a dung fork."

"Fuck off!" Spitz bluntly refused.

"Chih, stingy!" I murmured dissatisfied.

"Presumptuous! How dare to insult the artifacts of the **** king again and again, I will not spare you, die!"

Not far away, the white-skinned man said angrily. He could no longer bear the act of describing the sacred trident as a dung fork. He wanted to use my blood to extinguish the anger in his heart and maintain the sanctity of the trident. Image.

Then he played the flute.

Yes, you heard me right. He didn't rush over to kill me, but played his flute at me.

The flute sounded like a wave, wrapping me around, and the next second, the illusion, once again pulled me into it.

This is another misfortune for me, another sadness in my deep memory.

After I escaped from that small town, I came to the jungle. I planned to stay here for a lifetime. However, the monster that suddenly emerged from the forest forced me to flee. As a last resort, I overcame the wall and entered another small town at night. town.

Only then did I understand that these high walls were not used to resist the invasion of the enemy or the invaders, but to resist the terrifying monsters and ferocious beasts that ran through the forest.

The Hefeng Continent has never been a quiet and harmonious world. It is full of countless crises and fears. If you want to survive, you must either seek refuge in the country, get its shelter, or become strong enough.

At that time, I was not strong, so I could only rely on the country to ensure my survival.

In fact, I don’t reject this kind of life. Although it looks a bit like being locked up in a prison where I can move around freely, it can give me a sense of security after all. With a sense of security, I can sleep peacefully, even if Just sleep on the street.

But the streets are not what you say you can sleep on, just like the ancient beggars on the blue planet, the streets here are also divided into places.

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