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Changsheng nodded earnestly and affirmed: "Yes, he is my hometown, but he vomited blood, do you know how to treat it? You see he is so anxious..."

Dirk glanced at the angry Joyce, God was so anxious, this was obviously angry.

Although he didn't know what happened between Changsheng and Joyce, Dirk didn't dare to act rashly at this time, and Changsheng's shocking power was there.

Half-step god, inside the pot is a living half-step god, at this time like a lamb to be slaughtered, on the verge of death...

It was so terrifying that he hurriedly asked people to stop the ignition, and then heard Changsheng continue: "He doesn't seem to understand what I said, please translate it for me and tell him that I will definitely find a way to save him."

Dirk was stunned for a moment, nodded dumbly, climbed onto the cauldron, and sneered: "Lord Changsheng said, I will kill you later, and when your vitality is completely lost, then cook it again, the meat must be extremely delicious. !"

"puff--"

The exasperated Joyce spat out a mouthful of blood again. At this time, he was extremely weak, his breath had dropped to the second level, and he was not far from death.

"Insidious and cunning Changsheng, you are actually making fun of me!"

Joyce braced his weak body and cursed.

Changsheng raised his head and asked Dirk, "What did my fellow villager say?"

Dirk showed a flattering smile, but dared not tell the truth, so he could only continue to make up.

"Joyce said he wasn't worried, you're a good-hearted kid and you can definitely save him."

Changsheng nodded happily and said solemnly: "It turns out that his name is Joyce, you tell uncle, I will definitely save him, I already have a method, as long as I make a medicinal pill, I can help him replenish his qi and blood, Come back to life!"

Hearing the words, Dirk's pupils shrank, saving a half-step god?

He was determined not to do this kind of enemy-funding thing, and just as he was thinking about how to deal with it, Stark led many sixth-level powerhouses to shout.

"Dirk, just now I noticed that there was a half-step god's breath in the opponent's camp. Is it Joyce? He is hiding deep enough!"

Then he walked over to the cauldron and saw Joyce, the blood-spitting machine, overjoyed.

"Dirk, well done! Joyce is an extremely important force for the opponent. Although he did not conquer the wizard tribe this time, it is a great achievement to capture him!"

"Is this going to set fire? The people of the wizard tribe like to eat cooked food, pretending to be ignorant of the deliciousness of flesh and blood. How can you learn from them?"

Stark said to himself, waved his claws, took Joyce out of the pot, opened his teeth and grinned, showing a sinister smile: "I haven't tasted the flesh and blood of a half-step god, I eat half, and the rest I'll give you an equal share!"

As he said that, he was about to bite Joyce alive and swallow it.

"boom!"

But the next second, before his teeth touched Joyce, he felt a huge force appear, and then the whole person was knocked into the air.

The smoke cleared, he spat out a mouthful of blood, got up and stared at a small figure beside Joyce.

"Dirk, what does he mean?"

His eyes were cold and his killing intent was cold. If it wasn't for Changsheng's combat power, he would have taken action long ago.

As the leader of the Hague tribe, how could he have been so humiliated?

Dirk's face was as ugly as a pig's liver. As soon as he came out, Stark made a series of rude operations, so that he couldn't stop it even if he wanted to.

"Lord Skoda, this... Joyce is the hometown of Lord Changsheng... Although I don't know what happened, Lord Changsheng thinks so."

God is such a fellow! Stark's huge eyeballs kept rolling, and the irritable he rarely endured, and shot without a word of disagreement.

Because... Anyone who has a little brain knows that the strength of Changsheng itself is absolutely terrifying to be able to beat a half-step **** like this.

"They don't understand the language. You told me you're a fellow? Do you have any brains?"

Stark slapped Dirk on the head sharply, knocking him to the ground, creating a big hole.

Seeing that his friend was being bullied, Changsheng stood up again and stood in front of Dirk, holding a small fist, which frightened Skoda.

Fortunately, Dirk got up from the big pit in time, and there was no serious problem. He explained to Changsheng: "This... This is our clan's etiquette, which means friendship, don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive..."

"boom!"

Then he was pressed to the ground by the pure longevity, and a hole even bigger than before was smashed.

"It turns out to be like this, we are also very friendly, the relationship is so good, let's have another one..."

Hearing this, Dirk, who climbed out of the pit again, wanted to give himself a slap in the face, and he had to find this for any excuse.

After all, Dirk made Changsheng give up on this scary idea and eased the conflict between the two sides.

Stark stared at Changsheng with great suffocation at this time, but his eyes were always on Joyce, and he had always been obsessed with the flesh and blood of the half-step god.

At this time, Joyce watched Changsheng and the Hague tribe chatting and laughing on the ground, and once again spit out a mouthful of blood, the breath has weakened to the first level.

Really not far from death.

"Ah, fellow, what's the matter with you?"

Changsheng came back to his senses, holding Joyce, who was so weak that he couldn't even speak, and was very anxious.

Stark looked at this scene coldly and sneered, he couldn't eat the living half-step god, and when Joyce died, he could still eat it.

No matter how terrifying the combat power is, it's just a child, and he can deceive him with any excuse.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but admire his ability to bend and stretch.

Changsheng hugged Joyce, anxious, then turned to look at Dirk, a tangled look on his face.

Changsheng was about to stop talking, but Dirk stepped forward very understandingly and asked, "What's the problem with Mr. Changsheng? But it doesn't matter, everyone in the Hague Tribe is willing to go through fire and water!"

Changsheng was moved after hearing the words, nodded again and again, waved his hands and said, "It's not that serious, it's not that serious..."

Then he pointed to the pot behind him, showing an embarrassed look: "You only need ten rank six beasts to go into the pot, boil it for me, and make a pill."

After listening to Dirk, he was a little confused. He turned his head mechanically and looked at the cauldron. Is he really going to go through fire and water? Boil it in soup and burn it on fire?

He was still hesitating, and translated the request of Changsheng to Sidao, who was furious, staring at Changsheng, his eyes becoming more and more cold.

He hasn't eaten a half-step god, yet the other party wants to eat them?

Dirk also knew that this requirement could not satisfy longevity, and he didn't know how to die at once.

"puff--"

The blood vomiting machine Joyce spit out a large mouthful of blood at this time, and the breath of the first-level wizard dissipated very quickly.

"Dirk, I'm sorry, who in your tribe has offended you, say it, ten places, I will help you get revenge!"

Xiao Changsheng gritted his teeth and was very entangled. In fact, when he saw the fierce beasts of the Hague tribe, he had an appetite. If it wasn't for Dirk, he would not have been able to get together with these beasts...

It's all food that moves in the eyes...

Although they have opened up wisdom and can speak, it does not hinder the fact that they are still food.

Moreover, he still has to make alchemy, and he hasn't taken medicine for a long time...

"Hurry up, my fellow is dying."

Changsheng was very anxious and urged, but Dirk was extremely embarrassed. He glanced at Changsheng, and then at Stark. He could only lower his head and silently buried his head in the big hole that Changsheng had just smashed.

Seeing his friend's actions, Changsheng thought that the other party had acquiesced, and promised himself to pick ten at random, so he looked at a group of fierce beasts who were ready to serve the pot, and named them one by one.

"you you you……"

"And you, um, there are already nine, and there is still one left, or is it just you?"

Changsheng ordered nine two-headed lizards in a row, cough, cough, and nine heads of food, and the last one, by coincidence, came to Stargaard.

"Looking for death! No matter how strong you are, you can't humiliate my Hague tribe like this!"

Stark was furious. Although he didn't understand Changsheng's words, he saw Changsheng lighting them like he was counting food, and he even counted himself in the end?

He finally couldn't bear it anymore, gave an order, and said angrily: "All the Hague tribes, give it to me, kill him for me!"

The two-headed lizards in the group were furious, especially the sixth-level ones, who all had their own dignity. In an instant, they showed a monstrous murderous intent, and they came towards Changsheng.

Changsheng's eyes lit up, showing a look of emotion: "You guys are so nice, you actually delivered it to your door."

As soon as the words fell, he punched one to death, threw them into the cauldron, lit the fire directly, and started to cook.

This is the first time he has seen such a friendly beast race. He only wants to eat ten of them, but it is beyond sincere, and all six levels are competing to come to his pot...

That's right, in front of Changsheng, the attacks of these sixth-level beasts were insignificant, and he didn't even think about the attack...

Soon, with one punch from Changsheng, the entire Hague tribe was wiped out...

The sixth-level ferocious beasts died soon, the pot could not be put down, and they were all laid out on the ground, with corpses scattered everywhere.

Stark's pupils were splitting, his teeth were gritted, and his hatred rose to the sky. Seeing this scene, he burst into a powerful force... and then ran away.

Seeing that the strongest leader had all run away, and the rest of the two-headed lizards below the sixth level were scattered, all of them were smashed in the face of this human-shaped beast.

No matter who it is ~www.novelmt.com~ it's a punch and a punch...

In an instant, the entire Hague tribe was left with Dirk, a two-headed lizard buried in the pit...

Dirk didn't dare to face the reality. After waiting for a long time, he opened his eyes and saw a terrifying scene.

The corpses were all over the place, devastated.

His calf and stomach were shaking a little, and his four legs were pulling weakly on the ground, looking suspicious of life.

"Dirk, your people are so good, I only need ten heads, and they are scrambling to bring them up one by one. Unfortunately, I only have ten heads now."

Changsheng politely thanked Dirk, and Dirk returned a smile, looking at the corpses of his fellow clan all over the place with a very complicated expression.

"puff--"

At this moment, the blood-spitting machine spat out another mouthful of blood in response.

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