Chapter 22 The Big Boy of Storm Hill

Author: Crow Topan

Chapter 22 The Big Boy of Storm Hill

Too much bullying!

Fan Lei was in a state of grief and anger, but his hand was pinned into Wuming's hand and could not be experiencing it. He only felt that the blood king's noble blood was boiling in his body and had nowhere to vent.

"Are you insulting the Blood Dynasty?" Fan Lei suppressed his anger.

"Insult the Blood Dynasty? Why insult it?" Wuming was puzzled.

Wuming was not confused, he was still immersed in excitement:

"This is a life-saving thing. It can make fading people more fearless and save time. Does time mean life understand?"

Fan Lei tried hard to pull out his hand: "This is not a product."

"Why not sell it?" Wuming was stunned.

"Don't you understand after I said so much?" Fan Lei's voice was distorted. "This is the reward of the trial, the reward of determination to abandon the witch and break with his fingers, and the honor of the elite. What do you understand the meaning of the elite? What everyone has is not called the elite!"

"Calm down, you're incoherent." Wuming slapped a hypnotic pot on him.

"You..." Fan Lei didn't expect to be attacked like this, and he wanted to activate the teleportation of the medal, which was already one step too late.

His eyelids were heavy and he fell asleep with unwillingness.

When Fan Lei woke up again, the sound of iron making noises were heard.

Wuming was standing in front of the anvil, knocking on a hammer, and there was a faded person standing next to him.

"Awaken?" Wuming said.

"woke up."

"I'm not excited?"

Fan Lei was still a little excited when he remembered the topic before going to bed.

Wuming handed the weapon to the faded person next to him, walked around the anvil, and squatted in front of Fan Lei.

"Don't be too excited, I'll ask you some questions."

Wuming brought a package and placed a few things in front of Fan Lei.

A red Roya fruit, a tortoise neck for strengthening aphrodisiac, and a fresh and warm blood-red excrement.

Before Wuming could speak, Fan Lei was shocked by the breath of blood excrement and his head was leaning back.

"What do you mean?" Fan Lei asked.

"Let's assume these things represent your medal." Ring pointed at those things.

He pointed to the Roya Fruit: "This represents teleportation ability."

Pointing to the turtle neck meat again: "This represents the appearance of the medal."

Finally pointing to the excrement: "This represents the noble identity and contribution carried by the medal."

Wuming looked at Fan Lei: "Which one is more important to you?"

"Why is the noble identity represented by excrement?" Fan Lei asked.

"It's just a substitute. Don't care about these superficial things. Do you understand analogies?" Wuming said, "Answer me, which one is the most important to you?"

Fan Lei reluctantly pointed at the excrement.

"That's all." Wuming pushed the excrement to Fan Lei, "It just so happens that I don't need this thing either."

He picked up the Roya fruit:

"I have to be your teleportation array technology."

"No." Fan Lei moved backwards away from the excrement. "The teleportation array directly connects to the Blood Dynasty. If anyone can go, the peace of the dynasty will be broken by Xiaoxiao. The lord is spending a good night with God now, so he must not be disturbed."

"I don't need to teleport the location to be your dynasty," said Wuming. "Just set up the return location here."

Ring pointed at his feet:

"Stayed at the Ailey Church, they will not disturb you, you have gained benefits, win-win results."

"We have gained the benefits?" said Fanlei. "How come I don't know we have gained the benefits?"

"It's not that you are asking you to do a free job." Wuming said, "I said, I'm a purchase, you can offer a price for how much."

"The Blood Dynasty is not short of money." Fan Lei refused fiercely, "I advise you not to insult us again."

"Then what do you lack?" Wuming wondered, "After the magic ring is broken, shouldn't the small fragments of the magic ring like Luen be hard currency?"

Fan Lei said: "What we desire is blood, wounds, and pain!"

Wuming showed an indescribable look, obviously unable to understand this idea.

Fan Lei held his head proudly.

Even if it is not understood by the world, the bloody rose never needs to take care of others, it just needs to be beautiful.

Fan Lei said: "You who were born in the Golden Tree Age cannot understand the beauty--"

Fan Lei's fingers that were holding on the ground were suddenly hit hard by an unknown iron hammer, and his skin was full of flesh.

Wuming pointed at the broken finger with a hammer:

"Blood, wound, pain."

He stretched out his palm to Fan Lei:

"Teleport array."

"You are crazy!" Fan Lei roared, "Of course it's not my wound!"

"It's someone else's after a long time?" Wuming was disappointed. "Whose wounds do you want and whose pain do you want?"

"Everyone's is OK," said Fan Lei.

"But it can't be yours." Wuming added, nodding with a slight disgust in his eyes, "Okay."

Wuming said: "I need a standard that can be quantified, how much pain, how much wound blood can be replaced?"

Fanlei said: "If it were in the past, you would need to hunt three faded people and a witch's blood dyed red to get the oath cloth to be eligible for this medal."

"But I just need the teleport function." Wuming bargained, "It's unreasonable to be cheaper."

Fanlei said: "I want to go back and discuss with the craftsman. I guess at least one body is needed."

Wuming asked: "How about providing only the blood of the witch?"

"It's OK," said Fan Lei. "Every time you lose a witch, it means that a fading person loses the guidance of his two fingers, and the border will be even more chaotic."

"Then let's say it." Wuming said, "I will provide you with enough witch blood, you will establish a teleportation center in the Ailey Church, and provide the token for teleportation."

Fan Lei took out the pure blood Knight medal and opened the teleportation array:

"Don't be too happy too early, I'll ask for advice from others."

Fan Lei left, Wuming seemed to have solved some big problem, and he was refreshed.

It was almost afternoon, and all the people in the Mengliu Cave had moved to Ailei Church, with only a few people left in the cave as a reserve base.

However, because most people work in the wild, Ailey Church is actually deserted and deserted.

After seeing Wuming and Fan Lei talk, Patch walked over with a sad expression.

"Is there anything wrong?" Wuming asked.

Patch said: "You killed the tree guard?"

"There is no way to go if we can't reach an agreement." Wuming said, "If we want to build a gathering place for fading people here, we can't avoid the guy who hunts fading people."

Patch said: "What should I do with Grek? When he finds out, he will definitely send troops to clean up. I have reminded you that I don't want to take risks."

Wuming asked: "Do you have an idea?"

Patch said: "Either we find a way to make Grek admit us and dispel his anger. Or let Grek be taboo and dare not send troops."

Patch glanced at Wuming:

"Of course you can also kill Grek."

"That won't work," said Wuming. "The target of the fading man is the fragment of the ring of the demigods occupied by Grek. If his Great Lune Grek dies, no one will visit our business."

Patch took out a map, which contained various places and forces distributions:

"Then we can hold our thighs. Grek is the only descendant of the demigods. The demigods have the thinnest bloodline and the weakest. The other demigods are direct descendants of Queen Marika. Grek dare not provoke other demigods. As long as we can get the help of other demigods, we can gain a foothold in Nimgefu."

"Good way, who can help us?" Wuming asked.

Patch fingers:

"Star Broken Star Rattan is crazy, Valkyrie Marenia is far away in the Snow Mountain Holy Tree, the academy is closed, and the volcanic residence is heard that it is all rebels who kill their compatriots, and the royal city and Grek are of the same clan..."

After counting these demigods, Patch touched his bald head awkwardly.
To be continued...