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How to describe a goblin's bird?

Well, it's like a ball of severely dehydrated small green cabbage, shriveled and wrinkled, and a listless cabbage worm lying near the top of the arc.

Pique carefully pinched the edge with his thumb and index finger, took a deep breath and slowly lifted the little bug. Al subconsciously looked up and found that his friend's expression was still a bit solemn in his nervous expression.

The folds quickly disappeared, and Pique was still trying to pull them longer.

It seemed like the rubber band was extremely tight, and its delicate and slender state made Al extremely envious. Al couldn't help but clamped his legs. The stupid big thing was indeed worthy of being born to him, a freak (Wu Chen:...)..

"Yes, is that OK?" Perhaps because of Pique's pious expression, Al also became nervous.

Pike frowned and glared, his face flushed, his teeth creaked in his bulging cheeks, his face kept twitching, and his face was filled with big drops of sweat at the corners of his eyes, and his throat that kept sliding up and down made a beast-like roar.

The tightly clamped fingers and the entire little arm kept shaking, as if a tug-of-war match was evenly matched, and he was fighting his own extreme.

"Wow, ah, ah," finally held back his strength and lifted his arms up suddenly! The pale eyelids immediately burst out with countless blood, which scared El so much that he almost knocked out the dragon's blood.

Steam was pouring out of his head, and beads of sweat were rolling down. In just a short time, Pique seemed to have just been fished out of the water, and his whole body was soaking, and his whole body was shaking.

I looked down and looked again. Sure enough, the vegetable cuckoo stretched out a little bit.

"Ai, Al!" Pike shouted at his friend with blood dripping from his mouth.

"Yeah!" Al took a deep breath, pulled out the bottle plug, aimed at the blue-white thin caterpillar, and slowly poured out the dragon's blood.

The moment the dragon blood was added, Pique's butt tightened. He tiptoed like lightning, and his facial features that were squeezed together immediately dispersed happily. The little red hair pinched his throat and let out a groaning cry.

Al got goosebumps all over his body, and his hands trembled and almost threw 5 gold coins on the balls.

It is worthy of being dragon blood. Al just drips with the flow, but they merge with each other to submerge the entire worm. It only takes a small part to dye the whole piece red.

The strong light burst into flames, Al's eyes sting and he hurriedly retreated.

Pique hugged his head with both hands and yelled at the sky.

The strong light burst out, and waves of heat were released under the crotch. The furniture in the room was automatically windless, and the anxious air suddenly expanded, pushing Al out of the door.

Before Al could roll down the stairs, a bang exploded. The whole room was broken into pieces. Fragments were wiping their scalp and bursting out randomly, scaring him to scream and dodge in a mess. Half of the precious dragon blood was sprinkled on his clothes.

The moment Al thought he was about to die, the strong light suddenly disappeared. The dust flew up, and fragments of the sky, and a red-haired goblin with smoke all over his body, as if a steamed crab had been steamed out of the mess.

"Pick?"

"Ai, Al...I'm so hot!" Pike's exposed skin was redder than his hair, and sparks spewed out of the corners of his dry mouth as he spoke.

"What should I do?" The red dragon's blood was too fierce. If this continues, Pique may burn himself.

Pique breathed a long sigh, and the debris flying around him were immediately ignited, and along the breath he squirted out, it turned into a fire snake and rushed towards Al.

"Wow" Al hurriedly avoided. This is too powerful.

"Go to the Red Snail Tavern!"

It seems that Pique was ready to change into asbestos robe, and Al manipulated Gaolun to carry him to the Red Snail Tavern. The crimson magic sign can be seen from afar. Although it is not a lively main street, the business of the Red Snail Tavern is not very good. The reason is very simple. The Red Snail Tavern is one of the few nightclubs with licenses in the slums.

The hotel owner is a respected priest of the coming-of-age ceremony.

When entering the door, Al subconsciously glanced at the big clock. It was 3:10 p.m.

It was time to make money in business and the bladder market opened, so there were not many drinkers. Al rushed directly to the bar, lifted the face armor and whispered: "Is the nut there?"

The waitress glanced ambiguously at Pique, who was lying on Gao Lun's shoulders and said with a smirk: "The boss's wife is on the second floor. Are you here to hold the coming-of-age ceremony?"

"Yes." Al nodded repeatedly.

"Is it him?" the waitress pointed to Pique, who was smoking all over her body.

"yes."

The waitress is very experienced, "I applied red dragon blood?"

There was nothing to hide, Al immediately admitted it.

"Wow, that's 5 gold coins. Hehehe! The boss must like it very much."

El paid the prescribed gift of three gold coins for Pique, and the waitress signaled El to follow him to the second floor. "Leave him to me."

"But..." Ayer was a little worried about throwing Pique to the strange waitress.

The waitress said softly: "The coming-of-age ceremony is a very private ceremony, and even parents cannot watch it. Moreover, he applied red dragon blood, and it will take a long time... So, I suggest you go downstairs and have a few drinks and wait with peace of mind."

Al glanced at Pique, who was already half unconscious, and gritted his teeth and nodded. When he went downstairs, he still reminded the hostess to take good care of Pique.

"Don't worry, nuts are very experienced. Your friends will definitely spend the most wonderful day in their lives." The waitress, who remembered something, blushed slightly and knocked on the gorgeous oak door with Pique.

Bang! The well-decorated door quickly closed, isolating the flashes of glamour.

After swallowing, Al walked down the stairs with some conspicuous slumber, sat in the inconspicuous corner of the bar, and ordered a large cup of the cheapest ale in the hotel.

Out of a complex mentality of caution or inferiority, in open spaces where dragons and snakes are mixed, goblins will carefully protect themselves. So there are many people like Al who control Gaolun to sit on the bar.

After lifting the mask, Al accurately hovered the wine glass to his mouth, stretched his head and took a sip.

The slightly bitter liquid drank down her throat, and Al let out a long sigh. He looked up at the towering ceiling, and probably had already begun.

As a good friend who can say everything, Al knew Pique’s goal very early. Now, his long-term efforts have finally paid off, and in fact, he should be happy for him.

After completing the ceremony, Pique will become a real man. Many jobs in the city will open their arms to him. Choosing a well-paid career will not be a dream. This means that Pique will bid farewell to the ranks of scavengers from now on. Not to mention the risky and unguarded odd jobs.

I'll be the only one left in the future...

While being happy for Pique, Al was vaguely worried about himself.

"Hi, little guy." A rough greeting sounded in his ears, and Al subconsciously lowered his head and found that the dwarf sitting next to him was raising his glass.

The people who came were no strangers, and they were the dwarfs who were bearded with Gova's cousin. Al quickly raised his glass and clashed with the huge oak wine glass in the dwarf's hand. "Hi!"

"One?" The dwarf drank a cow and put down the wine glass in the air.

"No, I have a friend." Al pointed to the ceiling above.

"Oh" the dwarf elongated the tone. "Going Ceremony?"

Al nodded, suddenly thought of something, and asked hurriedly: "They didn't cause trouble later."

"Who? That bear goblin?" A moment of contempt flashed across the dwarf's face, "No, he didn't dare."

"Why?" The bear goblin was taller than Al's Gaolun, and he never lost in a fight in memory.

The dwarf patted the battle axe wrapped in felt cloth behind him and smiled, "I'm a warrior." Seeing that Al didn't seem to understand, the dwarf added, "Level 3 Free Mercenary."

"Oh!" Al suddenly realized that he was a professional warrior! No wonder, the wild path that was not as good as a bear goblin was not worth mentioning in front of professional warriors.

"Thank you." Al raised his glass again.

"Thank me?" the dwarf was stunned.

Al said sincerely: "Well, thank you for not taking action." If the dwarf showed his battle axe, the bear goblin would probably be dead.

"Oh," the dwarf suddenly said, "I'm sure I'm not wrong, little guy, you're very good."

Gudong! The moment the wine glass was put down, a stone magically fell in. "Huh?" Al subconsciously looked up and found that small stones used to bond the gaps were falling on the towering dome.

Gudong! Gudong! Gudong! Gudong!

He was not the only one, and soon, a grunt of stones falling from the cups sounded in the tavern. Only then did Al realize that the tavern was full of people at some point!

"The nut is picking up customers again?" Someone whistled a frivolous whistle.

"Shut up, idiot! The coming-of-age ceremony is very noble!" The person next to him hurriedly scolded.

"Wow, I haven't had such a big situation in a long time..." The sound of tsk came from the corner.

"It's so scary! This is the legendary 'hops splashing'."

"This is also called hops splashing everywhere? Cut. The country bumpkin who has never seen the world, think of the past..."

"Do it! How can I drink this!"

"Just bear it, it'll be done soon..."

As the drinker joked, the rocks falling on the dome did not stop, but instead became bigger and bigger. If it were three or two soybeans at the beginning, it was already used to sprinkle them!

The sound of dong dong was continuous, and the wine glass placed on the table was spinning in place. A wave of vibration was transmitted to the body along the high chair. The wine customer was numb and tried his best to control his swinging arms, but the wine glass was still rushing between his teeth. At this time, what was spilling out was no longer good wine, but stones!

It turned out that the wine in the glass was squeezed out by the piles of stones!

"'Crow Draws Water'! Oh my God. Is there a dragon above?"

The falling rocks were pouring down with dust, like an endless sandstorm. The floor became a spring bed, chasing each other one by one, constantly shaking up and down. The bottles of wine were rioted, the tables and chairs were slanted, and the wine lovers rose and fell as the floor, and the stones in the cups were splashed everywhere. Some covered their hats, some grabbed their cloaks, and more were covered their purses.

The one sitting under the climax was no longer a chair, but an angry bull! The cowboys covered the critical parts of their bodies and jumped up and down, and did not forget to cheer up their companions: "Let go, let go, let go, let go, let go, let go, relax! It's okay, it's okay..."

The knights gritted their teeth and struggled. Suddenly, a huge rock instantly smashed the bar into two pieces.

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A brief silence suddenly erupted with an extremely shrill howl: "Earthquake" (to be continued.) Mobile users, please visit http://m.piaotian.net
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