Storm of Kings

The first thousand five hundred and twenty-four chapters are never forgotten! Wanderer

"Young shopkeeper, is that you?" A skeleton came over, his teeth trembled and made a sound.

"It's me! My name is Tieyang Xiaori in the dream game. Are you Jiu Shu?"

"Hey, I can’t think that the young shopkeeper can recognize me like this. Yes, it’s the old nine. I am now a skeleton soldier who guards everyone’s mining. Just now, a little fairy jumped out and gave us the story of the mission. Defeated the condor monster within, and successfully dug a blue iron ore!"

"Well, let's work hard together! I have checked. The rewards are very generous. No wonder there are so many people in the Demon Realm who are unwilling to go out in the game. This is indeed a shortcut to achieve fame and fortune." The young shopkeeper clenched his fists, the old shopkeeper He didn't come in and gave him a chance to use his fists, which was tantamount to handing over power.Many brothers and sisters look jealous, I am afraid they will set up obstacles.

But the more so, the more effort must be made to make achievements in order to repay his father for his cultivation.

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

Because everyone wants to sit in that seat, the so-called survival of the fittest by natural selection, only the strong can stand tall and lead the family toward prosperity, so fights between each other are not uncommon.

At this moment, laughter came from afar: "Hahaha, my good brother, my brother is coming to see you! My father is as usual

Eccentric eyes, actually sent so many confidants to help you.unfortunately!This is the dream game of the Great Thousand Demon Realm. The first words the glamorous fairies say before entering is that the dream world has infinite possibilities.Hahaha, the possibilities are endless. I only need to spend a little price to re-establish my identity, and I can wipe out the advantage of your snot ghost."

As soon as the voice fell, there was a roar from the east, and then the flames rushed down the sky, and the ear sounded a reminder: "The stronghold is being attacked by the blood-sworn dragon in anger. This dragon is living in a group, and it must be reported. Please prepare for protection... "

With this sentence, several skeleton soldiers rushed over to help the shopkeeper block the flames, and said loudly, "Go! Be sure to save the characters created for the first time. This is the secret that the shopkeeper discovered from the fat patrolman. !"

"Uncle Nine!" The young shopkeeper watched as Uncle Nine was swallowed by flames, and then he was rushed towards the mouth of the river north of the stronghold by the skeleton soldiers.

All this happened so quickly. When the treasurer recovered, a long time had passed. He was lying on the river bank and looking at the stars, feeling uncontrollable frustration in his heart.

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

The only good thing is that this is a dream, just a dream, everyone is still alive, but there is currently no way to regroup.

After a long time, the young shopkeeper laughed at himself: "Hahaha, it's ridiculous! I came here with a lot of blood, but my brother gave me a face to face. Those brothers and sisters must be drinking and celebrating now. Cough cough cough, This shows that I have always been protected by my father too well, so it is just a joke."

"Hahaha..." The young treasurer coughed and laughed, and when he got up, he found that the only thing that accompanied him was a pickaxe necklace.

"There is only a broken pickaxe left, leaving my father's wings, I am nothing!" The young treasurer threw the necklace far away.

Every mind that enters the dream state will be awarded a pickaxe necklace, as long as the necklace is smashed on the ground, a mining pickaxe for mining can be formed immediately.

Sure enough, the necklace became a pickaxe, flew back from a distance, and fell down with a "ding".

The young shopkeeper was taken aback for a moment, and shouted: "What are you flying back for? I have let down my father's high hopes. Those brothers and sisters are more talented and intelligent than me. If I don't work very hard on weekdays, I might even look like a middleman. I can’t reach it. Maybe I just don’t want to disappoint my father. It’s all right now, and now that I have lost everything, I’ll just smash the jar and wander in this wilderness."

The boy picked up the pickaxe, raised his hand and threw it out.

He didn't want a mine pick, he just wanted to lick the wound silently, and from then on trapped himself in a dream game, never waking up.Maybe after his 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 again and hit his feet.

"You, what did you fly back to do?"

"Look at you, you're not ashamed, you're just A Dou who can't get up at all, and it's useless to come back. You will never be the sacred thing you see when you start your dream!"

"Go! I tell you to go, I tell you to go away."

The young man threw the pickaxe out again and again, but the mine picks flew back again and again. No matter the young man was angry, crying, or stubborn, he still couldn't change the pickaxe that looked very bad.

There was really no way, the boy fell and sat down, and a voice suddenly appeared in his mind.

"The disliked mine pick has a sharpness reduced to one point and has the characteristic of never wearing out! Cost: It can never be improved."

"Is this?" The young man picked up his pickaxe and looked at it for a long time, and finally sighed, "It was I who caused you. You used to have eight points of precision, but now there is only one point left, and it will always be at one point. Hahaha, cough cough cough cough, should I laugh? We two look alike, I don’t dislike you, just want to leave you alone, now let’s live on each other! Sorry, I apologize to you, I’m sorry..."

The boy hugged the mining pick, not knowing whether he was apologizing to the mining pick, or apologizing to himself, or even apologizing to his father.

The time was short, and the sound of "ding jingle bells" sounded by the river.

The young treasurer holds a mining pick to mine, and there is food in the dreamland, and it needs to be exchanged for ore.

He is a standard tramp from now on. Since he is unwilling to go back, he will walk around and dig some ore to fill his belly when he is hungry, so as to maintain the most basic survival needs.

In this way, there was a young man in the wilderness.

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

That's it, it's just...