Chapter 1524

"Little shopkeeper, is that you?" A skeleton came up, its teeth chattering and making sounds.

"It's me! I call tieyang xiaori in the dream game. Are you uncle Jiu

"Hey, I can't believe that you can recognize me like this. Yes, it's Lao Jiu. Now I'm a skeleton soldier guarding everyone's mining. Just now, a goblin jumped out and gave us the plot of the task. He asked to knock down the eagle monster in three days, and successfully dug the blue iron ore! "

"Well, let's work together! I've checked it. The rewards are very rich. No wonder there are so many people in the demon world who are reluctant to go out in the game. This is really a shortcut to fame and wealth. " The young manager clenched his fist, but the old one didn't come in and gave him a chance to use his fists. This is tantamount to transferring power. Many older brothers and sisters look red, I'm afraid they will set obstacles.

But the more so, the more efforts to make achievements, in order to repay the father's cultivation of grace.

In many families, the transfer of power becomes very complicated if there are many children.

Because we all want to sit in that seat. It is the so-called natural selection that the fittest survive. Only the strong can stand firm and carry the family to prosperity. Therefore, the fight between each other is common.

At this time, the distance spread a laugh: "ha ha ha, my good brother, brother came to see you! As always, my father has always been biased and sent so many confidants to help you. What a pity! Here is the dream game of Daqian demon world. The first word that those beautiful goblins say before entering is that the dream world has infinite possibilities. Hahaha, it's possible. I'll just rebuild my identity at a little cost, and I'll be able to wipe out the advantage you've got as a sniver. "

As soon as the voice fell, there was a roar from the East, and then the flames were pounding down. A prompt voice was heard in his ear: "the stronghold is under the attack of a bloody oath dragon in rage. This dragon likes to live in groups, and will report its revenge. Please be prepared for protection..."

In this sentence, several skeleton soldiers rushed over to help the young shopkeeper block the fire, and said in a loud voice: "go! We must keep the characters created by the first filing. This is the secret that the shopkeeper inquired from the fat patrol soldier! "

"Uncle nine!" The little shopkeeper watched Jiushu being engulfed by the fire, and then he was carried by the skeleton soldiers and rushed to the estuary in the north of the stronghold.

All this happened too quickly. When the young shopkeeper came to his senses, it had been a long time. He lay on the Bank of the river and looked at the stars. He felt frustrated in his heart.

The stronghold is over, except for him, no one may escape!

The only thing to be thankful for is that this is a dream, just a dream. Everyone is still alive, but there is no way to regroup at present.

After a long time, the little shopkeeper laughed at himself: "ha ha ha, it's ridiculous! With a cavity of blood, the results of a face-to-face by the brother to brush, those brothers and sisters must be drinking to celebrate. Cough, cough, this shows that I have been protected by my father so well, so it's just a joke

"Ha ha ha..." The little shopkeeper coughed and laughed. When he got up, he found that the only thing to accompany him was a pickaxe necklace.

"There's only a broken pick left from my father's wings. I'm nothing!" The young shopkeeper threw the necklace far away.

Each dreamer's mind will grant a Pick Necklace. As long as you drop the necklace on the ground, you can immediately form a mining pick for mining.

Sure enough, the necklace became a pickaxe and flew back from afar with a "Ding" sound.

The little shopkeeper was stunned and roared: "what are you flying back to do? I failed to live up to my father's high expectations. Those brothers and sisters are more talented and resourceful than me. If I didn't work very hard on weekdays, I might not even be able to achieve the posture of a middle-class person. Maybe I just don't want to disappoint my father. Now it's OK. Now that I've lost everything, it's better for me to wander in the wilderness

The boy picked up the pick and threw it out.

He didn't want a pickaxe. He just wanted to lick his wounds in silence. From then on, he would be trapped in a dream game and never wake up. Maybe after the father is disappointed, he will change his mind to support other brothers and stop wasting time on him! Don't

"Ding..." The pickaxe flew back and hit his feet.

"You, what are you flying back for?"

"Look at you. You are so gray that you can't help him up. It's useless to come back. You can never be the sacred thing you see when you open your dream!"

"Go! I told you to go. I told you to get out of here

The young man threw the pickaxe out again and again, but the pickaxe flew back again and again. No matter the boy was angry, crying or stubborn, he still could not change the bad looking pickaxe.

There is no way, the youth fell down and sat down, but suddenly a voice came out of his mind.

"The detested mine pick has the characteristics of never wear and tear, and its precision is reduced to a little! The price: it can never be raised. "

"Is this?" The boy picked up the pick and looked at it for a long time. At last, he said with a long sigh, "I have implicated you. You had eight points of precision before, but now there is only one point left, and it will always be constant at one point. Ha ha ha, cough, should I laugh? We are very similar. I don't dislike you. I just want to leave you alone. Now let's live by each other! I'm sorry, I apologize to you, I'm sorry... "The boy hugged the pickaxe and didn't know whether he was apologizing to the pickaxe, or to himself, or even to his father.

Time is not big, the river sounded "Ding Ding Dang" sound.

The little shopkeeper is mining with a pickaxe. There is food in the dream, which needs to be exchanged with ore.

He is a standard tramp from now on. Since he is not willing to go back, he should walk around and dig some ore to fill his belly when he is hungry, so as to maintain the most basic living needs.

In this way, a young man was added to the wilderness.

He didn't have a map in his hand. He just didn't want to let himself idle. He simply wanted to travel more places and find something to do.

That's all, that's all It's just

"Jingle, jingle, jingle..."

When several forces are fighting for territory, he mines on the edge of the battlefield, and even if the equipment falls to his side, he doesn't pick it up.

"Jingle, jingle, jingle..."

When the old city was destroyed, a new city appeared. He opened a mine under the city wall and dug out a piece of red glaze very hard. He couldn't even afford a meal.

"Jingle, jingle, jingle..."

When the caravan passed by, he exchanged some dry food with the ore he had not easily dug. Then he went to a new place to explore mines. In other people's eyes, he was a madman with no enterprising spirit.

"Jingle, jingle, jingle..."

The black pickaxe is getting brighter. The boy has more and more experience in mining. He has dug out more and more ores, which can be exchanged for a package of food, and wandered further away

"Jingle, jingle, jingle..."

Young people do not know that many people are crazy for him, and even use all their strength to curse him.

However In the endless tinkling sound, these curses are polishing the pickaxe

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