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Volume 3: I am the only one who shines Chapter 2753 [Goodbye Soul-Eating Grass]

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    Cangmangxing has a dark sky all year round, and it rarely clears up even during the day. Only when you fly above the layers of dark clouds can you see the golden sunshine.

    Ye Tianchen was flying above the clouds at the moment, enjoying the boundless setting sun and the fiery sea of ??red clouds. He was amazed by the beautiful scenery.

    "I can't believe that I can see such scenery here. It seems that the more sinister the backcountry is, the more beautiful the scenery is." Ye Tianchen sighed while walking on the clouds.

    At this moment, he had temporarily forgotten about the Soul-Eating Grass, and his face was full of enjoyment and laziness.

    "Brother, we are here to find the Soul-Eating Grass. This is an important matter. Cheer up." The blue demon kept urging, but Ye Tianchen still looked lazy.

    ¡®Don¡¯t worry, life is always fast and slow. If it keeps making me nervous, I will be very tired.  ¡¯ Ye Tianchen said with a confident smile, ¡°It¡¯s interesting to live like this when you have some relaxation!¡±

    The blue demon nodded slowly as if he understood, "But it would be better if we try to find it as soon as possible"

    "Little girl, don't you like the environment here very much?" Ye Tianchen smiled and rubbed the blue demon's head.

    "No as long as Blue Demon follows big brother, he will be fine wherever he goes."

    Hearing this, Ye Tianchen was stunned for a while, then suddenly smiled, passed through the thick clouds, and flew downwards.

    "Brother, don't you look at the clouds?"

    ¡°I don¡¯t want to see it anymore, let¡¯s go and find the Soul-Eating Grass.¡±

    "Uncle, can we really find the Soul-Eating Grass?" In the vast sky of stars, two flying figures flew across the sky.

    "Hmph, I have been a treasure hunter all my life, how can I get this news wrong? Last time I was in the tavern, I heard someone talking about this."

    "What did that person say?" The young man was wearing a black leather armor and carrying a solid package on his back.

    "That man is a genuine martial arts master. He suddenly appeared in the tavern we often go to, with his soul broken and bruised all over his body that day." The middle-aged man has dark and rough skin, and he likes to point fingers when he talks.

    "Three Big Bowls Tavern?"

    "That's right, the three big bowls. As you know, the three big bowls are filled with people like us."

    "Uncle, I don't like hearing what you are saying - what do you mean by people like us? It's as if we are humble." The young man had a look of dissatisfaction on his face.

    "You boy, you are young and energetic, you know nothing. Of course I don't mean it when I say people like us." The middle-aged man cursed, "You have never been scolded by anyone. You have been pampered all day long, and you have everything you need to put on your clothes."  You open mouth, you know what humiliation is and what pain is, but you are telling this nonsense to my old uncle."

    "Whowho is holding out his hand? Didn't I come out to fight with you?"

    "Mao! Do you know how slow my progress is with you as a dragster? And in the past, I was alone and grabbed things ah no, I can leave directly after finding the treasure, but now I have you,  If you are held back by some strong person, wouldn¡¯t I still have to look for your safety?¡±

    "I" The young man pouted, his face full of dissatisfaction, but he couldn't say anything, his Adam's apple was rising and falling, and he was very embarrassed.

    "This Soul-Eating Grass is not cheap. Let me tell you again in case you forget - if you really find the Soul-Eating Grass, you must put on the gloves and mask I prepared for you, uproot it and run away. But  Remember, don¡¯t be greedy for too much! How many hands do you have?¡±

    "Two." The young man said angrily.

    "Then take one plant at a time and don't be greedy for too much. Although we pick these treasures from heaven and earth, we must leave some so that they can continue to thrive, otherwise we will be punished by God!"  The middle-aged man said with a stern tone as his black flesh trembled.

    "But people say that our industry will go to hell in the future."

    "You damn boy, you are spouting shit. Those are tomb robbers, we are treasure hunters. There is an idiom called, there is a huge difference. Do you understand? To hunt for treasures, we are looking for unowned land, looking for unowned land.  Treasure. How can those tomb robbers compare with us?" As he said this, the middle-aged man looked proud and raised his dark face.

    ¡°Uncle, then I¡¯m going to pick grass, what are you doing?¡±

    "You brat, what do you mean? Do you think my uncle let you go on an adventure alone while you watch from the sidelines?" The big man shook his head and pushed his chest, "I kindly brought you out to explore the world, but you actually  It hurts my heart to look at Uncle Bian like this!"

    The young man hesitated, lowered his head and did not dare to speak.

    "You think soul-catchingIs it easy to pick grass?  Do you know why that strong Martial Saint is covered in scars?  "

    "You didn't tell me, how should I know?"

    "You damn boy, you don't talk too big or too small. If you talk like this, you will be beaten sooner or later when you go out. I tell you." The middle-aged man kicked his butt hard, and the young man rubbed his butt and dared not make a sound.

    "The strong Martial Saint came in and asked for a bottle of Desert Thorns - the wine was eighty-seven degrees, is it for human consumption? He pulled out the cap of the bottle, held his head up to his mouth and drank it." A middle-aged man with a face.  There was a look of pain on his face, "That smell of alcohol! The wounds on his body were deep and the bones were visible, and the cut surface was flat. However, a large piece of meat was missing from his right thigh, and the tendons were still hanging out.  On his pants."

    The young man felt a little nauseous, but after being glared at by the middle-aged man, he quickly pretended to be calm.

    "You kid, you don't want to see blood. I told you a long time ago that you should go out and kill people and see the world. You just listen to me and that's enough. If you really encounter any dangerous situation, you might be the one who takes the lead in escaping."  It¡¯s you.¡± The middle-aged man took out a bottle of wine from his waist, opened the lid and took a sip.

    The middle-aged man said: "That man also drank like this, and then he poured the strong liquor all over his body."

    The young man¡¯s eyes widened: ¡°Is he crazy?¡±

    The middle-aged man curled his lips and rolled his eyes at the young man: "This is disinfection with wine. You have never experienced fighting in the world, so naturally you won't know."

    The young man nodded slowly: "That's it."

    "Do you know how painful it is when you pour strong liquor on your wound? It's like pouring pepper water on your wound." The middle-aged man smacked his lips, "But that man's face was pale, and he didn't tremble at all.  , he just held back the pain. At least we all thought he held back the pain."

    "Didn't he hold back the pain? Is he already dead?" The young man became interested and moved closer.

    The middle-aged man exhaled from his nostrils: "If he is dead, how can he go out to drink? Use your brain! We felt that something was wrong, so we all gathered around. The man didn't wait for us to ask, he started talking to himself.  stand up."

    "He said that all his friends were dead and a giant monster ate them."

    "What? How can a monster fight against a strong Martial Saint?"

    "You kid knows nothing. There are many things in this world that are stronger than a strong Martial Saint. Do you think rocks are alive? A meteorite can kill a strong Martial Saint. Do you think those monsters are strong? Are they any stronger?  The king can also hang the Martial Saint and beat him! Let me tell you, the strongest form of mankind is not the Martial Saint, but the Martial Emperor! Unfortunately, it has been too long since the Martial Emperor has appeared again, and now mankind is in a low period."

    The young man scratched his head, tilted his head and asked: "Uncle, are you a treasure hunter or an anthropologist? How do you feel about you"

    "Go away!" The middle-aged man slapped the young man away: "I am called a learned man, and of course my profession is a treasure hunter. What kind of profession is an anthropologist? I don't see how I can make money. There is a profession that cannot make money.  Mao Yong? Have you ever seen any anthropologist make money?"

    "Yes, there is. I read a lot of books in school, some of which were published by anthropologists. They also make money writing books."

    "Mao, the little money I make is not as much as the women I go out to prostitute in one night." The middle-aged man's dark face was slightly red and he said drunkenly: "You kid, don't talk on paper, follow me, I will keep it."  You become a skilled treasure hunter."

    "But uncle, I don't want to hang out with those women outside, I still want to find love."

    "Looking for looking for you" The middle-aged man smashed the wine gourd on the young man's head and shouted angrily: "You can't teach a kid! You can't teach a kid!"

    "Uncle, you are wrong. Children can be taught, but villains and women are difficult to raise." The young man said in a trembling voice, covering the big bump on his head.

    "Me! If you were my son, I would blow your head off." The middle-aged man's face turned purple with anger and he took a sip of wine.

    The young man was about to speak, but after thinking about it he stopped.

    He originally wanted to say: Why does your son have the head of a dog?  Doesn¡¯t the dog head come from the dog?  How can a dog be the son of a man?  Could it be that the old uncle is too Thinking of this, he decided not to ask. With the old uncle's character, he would definitely beat himself up again.

    He didn¡¯t understand why his uncle always used his mistakes to punish his innocent self.  He said something wrong himself and corrected it for him. Shouldn't he be grateful to himself?

    "Hey? Look, the terrain below is surrounded by mountains on three sides, facing the sea on one side, and a piece of black mud in the middle?" The middle-aged man was still drunk at first.The boy suddenly cheered up and his eyes shone brightly.

    The young man nodded: "Yes, uncle, there is a basin below and a large swamp in the middle!"

    "That's it right here" The middle-aged man's voice trembled slightly. At this moment, the sun was setting, and the already cold air in the sky became even colder in an instant.  "Let's go down! Remember, you must wear gloves and a mask! Be safe! Look at my eyes!"

    The young man looked at the middle-aged man who was wearing a mask and felt uneasy: He couldn't even see his uncle's eyes clearly like this!
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