The Bald Monk in the City

"You have obtained the blood material of the Patter tortoise."

"You have obtained the blood material of the Patter tortoise."

Yi Qiu bent down to pick up a few drops that radiated golden light from the messy battlefield, and suddenly several new reminders were refreshed on his retina.

The flying speed of these snapping turtles is not outstanding, their bright red shells have wings like swan-like wings on each side.

For those who are familiar with these two creatures, this form of snap tortoise undoubtedly feels a bit distorted, full of disharmonious sense of sight.

In addition to the relatively slow flight speed of the Pata Tortoise, its compound impact that relies on chaotic energy attached to the side of the body is powerful, but its attack path is too single.

However, its extraordinary resistance to energy and puncture damage makes it an excellent frontline unit.

Even for Yi Qiu, it takes a lot of effort to eliminate them.

But under his fierce enough outbreak, a snapping turtle didn't take much time.

Here is a portal made up of two huge brown rocks stacked, and a large number of patter tortoises guard here.

"Fuck, if you haven't dropped a single bloodline material, you know that this kind of kill drop rate is not reliable."

The punk-style player moved away his surprised eyes at Yi Qiu. After seeing a messy battlefield, his face suddenly went black.

For this kind of battle with no other rare output, there is no doubt that the players who come to challenge are purposeful.

"Then you have to dye your green hair golden first..."

Poser glanced at the punk player, then said lightly.

"Golden? No, no, no, you don't understand: green is the best color in the world!"

The punk player fiddled with his unique green long hair, and it seemed that he was very confident in his long green hair.

"Hey, speaking of it, buddy, your name is... Yi? Right, which union elite are you?"

The punk player looked at Yi Qiu curiously and said.

Although they had communicated with each other when they came before, they didn't know much about each other, but they didn't think Yi Qiu looked like such an annoying guy.

The pure human form certainly has some powerful existences, but when its life intensity continues to increase, there will always be some characteristics that are different from normal.

"Union? No, I have no interest in it." Yi Qiu picked up the corpse of a patter, and under the gaze of the punk player and Poser, he tore it in half.

Because of Yi Qiu's previous hammer blow, its tortoise shell was covered with broken marks.

But what is more surprising is that the brown and white intertwined fleshy mass inside it does not appear pasty, but has a relatively complete form.

Yi Qiu ripped the tortoise shell aside and threw it aside. The tortoise shell seemed to have some medicinal purposes and could play a certain nourishing effect.

Simply put, it doesn't taste good when used in cooking.

Yi Qiu squeezed the meat ball, and it felt that the texture was not bad, with a hint of elasticity full of activity, not what it looked like.

"For freedom? Man, I admire you more and more! Come and send a traditional tobacco leaf from Sunset Steel City?"

"Oh, I forgot to introduce myself-Cizeel-Nuofeng, the Force Warrior from the Sunset Steel City."

Hearing Yi Qiu's answer, the punk-style player named Cizil-Nuofeng looked very excited, and he threw a tobacco leaf wrapped in iron sheet directly to Yi Qiu.

Yi Qiu took it casually, and then took it under his nose and smelled it. A strange smell of tobacco leaves passed through it.

"Nice thing, but I haven't smoked in a long time."

Yi Qiu nodded to Cizeel-Nuofeng, and then threw the cigarette from a foreign land back. He has now completely got rid of these things that get pleasure from numbing himself.

From the perspective of some disciplined temples, sinking into the pleasure of such false stimulation is an undoubted degradation.

"That's a shame, life always needs something exciting."

Cizel Nuofeng grabbed the smoke that Yi Qiu threw back, and said with some regret.

"Huh, what is that stuff?"

At this moment, Cizel-Nuofeng, who was igniting particle flames, frowned and looked at the black sky in the distance.

"It's exciting!"

Poser's face changed, and he said without looking back while he took the higher-level monster summoning card that had been recovered.

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"Muzi, do you want your milk tea to be warm?"

"what?"

Muzi subconsciously responded, and then came back to her senses. She nodded to the friend who was working as a milk tea shop with a worried expression on her side:

"need."

The friend suppressed his worries, and then greeted the guests who had just entered, while pouring her a cup of freshly warm milk tea.

Muzi was carrying warm milk tea. Today, it is rare that there is no rain, but it is shimmering brightly.

Through the colorful window sill, the figure outside showed a colorful figure.

"call……"

Muzi took a sip of the milk tea in his hand, and the warm milk tea moisturized his throat with a hint of sweetness, which immediately brought comforting warmth.

Muzi sat there quietly, she was thinking about the draenei girl who had just met.

The warm colors of light and shadow intertwined in the milk tea shop in the afternoon made people feel a little tired, and time seemed to slow down.

This makes Muzi, who just came out of the Cod Arena, feel a little illusory and trance. She no longer wants others' recognition as before, but still has a little nostalgia for her former friends~www.mtlnovel .com~ She has never been Yi Qiu, unable to hold back the loneliness far from civilization.

"Muzi, what's wrong with you lately? Are you not used to it in Lhasa?"

After finishing his busy work, the friend sat opposite her and looked at her worriedly.

To be able to open a milk tea shop in this relatively critical area, there is no doubt that the financial and social status of friends are not low.

She and Muzi have not known each other for too long. They only met after Muzi settled in Lhasa after returning from Mount Everest.

But even if the time is not long, the friendship between the friend and Muzi is already very deep.

Friendship between people, sometimes requires a certain material basis as a pavement, but sometimes it also shows an impressive development speed because of its purity.

In her eyes, Muzi originally belonged to the kind of relatively introverted person.

Except when discussing his own work: voice dubbing, Muzi will show more desire to communicate.

At other times, she always sat there quietly, just like now.

But she knew that something must have happened to Muzi recently. Although she still showed what she used to be, some things were undergoing subtle changes.

"No, I am very happy here." Muzi smiled and said to his friend.

"I heard that there was a famous voice actor recently, do you know Muzi?"

After thinking about it, a friend asked.

"I don't know, I'll go back and ask my colleague for you." Mu Zi thought for a while, then said apologetically.

"Don't ask, I'm just curious to ask."

The friend replied, and the worry in his heart became more intense.

Could Muzi be in love?

My friend thought secretly...

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