"As a decent gentleman, he should not interact with dark and dirty places like caves, but since it is the request of a newcomer, that is another matter."

"Then I'll bother you then." My curiosity was aroused, and I became even more interested in Lukogas, so I became rude after hearing this.

"By the way, Aunt Qili, you just said you met him once. What kind of person is he?"

"I don't know what to say. He is a very strange person. Although I met him once, I was completely ignored by him." Recalling that encounter, Sa Qili couldn't laugh or cry, but her expression was extremely yearning.

"If you meet him by chance, you will definitely be able to recognize him at a glance. He is the best and most powerful blacksmith I have ever seen."

…

After saying goodbye to everyone and walking alone, I was still thinking about what Sa Qili said.

If she was ignored, how did she know that Rukogas was an excellent blacksmith?

Combining what I just said, I finally know what Old Man Farah means by saying "If you don't mind it, you can try to find him." I need to look for Rukogas in the many caves in the camp, and these caves seem to be

The world he dug was extremely complex and vast. If you want to find such a person, you really have to be prepared for a lot of pain.

I hesitated whether to spend time looking for such a mysterious blacksmith who was marked with a question mark. When I came back to my senses, I found that... I was lost?

No, how could my mighty Druid Wu Fan get lost? The camp in the third world is only as big as the camp in the first world. It would be too sad to get lost in a place like this.

I pressed my temples and stared with wide eyes, activating the seventh sense that had been sleeping deep in my soul.

Ha, yes!!!

Following the instructions of my seventh sense, I kicked hard into the air at the opposite corner.

Wait, what's the point of doing this kind of thing at this time? You should be looking for a direction, right?

The person was already flying in the air, and I suddenly realized that something was wrong. However, it was difficult to collect the water that was thrown out, so I had to wait for the flying kick skill to be released. After cooling down, I used the terrifying seventh skill that was fully charged and ready to go.

Feeling it.

Because it’s so terrifying, it’s like a plug-in. I don’t know how to describe it in words.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred.

The originally empty corner, just when I was about to land on the air with my flying kick, suddenly, a sneaky figure emerged from the alley at right angles, and poked its head out of the corner. Before I had time to look around,

, the head was in contact with the sole of my shoe.

"&￥......"

Letting out a series of inexplicable screams, the human figure flew out like a slug, hit the opposite wall, bounced back with a thud, rolled on the ground a few times, and then let out a pig-killing howl.

"Ouch, my waist, my legs, my neck, who is it? Who is this unethical guy who treats a poor old man like this?"

As he said this, he cast his eyes fiercely over and met my eyes.

I:"……"

gallon:"……"

"Does it hurt?" I grinned, squatted down, and looked up and down at the old man in front of me.

This was really hard to find, and it took no effort to get there. I was still thinking about where he would go wandering in the third world, but I didn't expect that he would come to the camp to die.

"You want to be kicked by me?" Old Man Galen was furious.

"Well, you took care of me last time when I was injured. This time it's my turn to take care of you. I'll prepare a bowl of noodles for you later."

"etc!"

The word "noodles" seemed to have magic power. It immediately made old Galen's waist and legs no longer hurt, and he jumped up from the ground.

He looked around in panic, and then his suspicious eyes fell on me again.

"Boy...are you alone?"

Of course I knew what he wanted to ask, or what he was looking for, or what he was afraid of. I paused in awe, and then shook my head.

"No, there is another one."

"Who is it?" Old Galen immediately became vigilant, as if he saw that the situation was not good and was about to get out of the way.

"Linya, do you know Linya from Edward's family?"

"It turns out it's her, the little girl, that's good, that's good." Old Man Galen breathed a sigh of relief, wiped away the hurried and embarrassed look just now, coughed a few times, straightened his chest, and became

Immortal wind and Taoist bones, leg hair fluttering.

"That's it."

I smiled brightly, then naturally stretched my hand to my chest and shook the necklace.

"Little ghost, I met an acquaintance."

"Who is it?" came the dim voice of the little ghost who had not yet woken up from inside. Then, she poked her upper body out of the necklace, rubbed her sleepy eyes, and looked at the opposite side, which still maintained the fairy-like attitude, but had already

Old man Galen was stunned and extremely lost his temper.

"Who is this old man?"

"Already forgotten?"

I smiled bitterly. Indeed, no matter how I thought about it, old man Galen, who I had only had a brief contact with, was not someone the little ghost would remember.

However, just because Little Ghost can't remember it doesn't mean Gallon can't remember it. It should be said that that period was one of the darkest days in his life.

The source of all evil was a bowl of clear noodle soup with diamond chips made by the ghost in front of him. Just recalling it, Galen felt his teeth numb and his stomach tumbling, as if he was making a rustling indigestible sound.

The sound of friction from hard objects.

Today's 10,000-word update is completed, and I can finally roll out of bed and rest. This is really a trade-off of health for commitment.

Xiaoqi has worked very hard, should everyone reward her with more monthly tickets?
Chapter completed!