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Volume 1 Rose Prison Chapter 588 The Mysterious Thatched House

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    Huang Yi is basically satisfied with the support rate of each award. The people on his side performed well.  Although this support rate does not represent the final award result, it is somewhat of a bellwether and has great reference value.

    Next, Huang Yi entered the second world and started a new day on the road.

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    In the Eastern Continent, in the martial arts guild's city - Wucheng, Miyamoto Musashi and Oda City are standing on the top floor of the city hall.

    At this time, Miyamoto Musashi frowned and looked worried.  Oda City looked at him quietly, feeling a pain in his heart. After the martial arts competition, Miyamoto Musashi rarely smiled anymore. He had a sullen face every day, as if he was a different person.

    It was Huang Yi who made Miyamoto Musashi like this.  When Oda City thought of Huang Yi, he had a complicated feeling in his heart.  On the one hand, she complained a little about Huang Yi. Without him, Miyamoto Musashi would not be what he is now.

    On the other hand, Oda City admires Huang Yi a little. She is a person with higher eyes than the top. There are few people in the world who can be attracted by her. In her eyes, almost all men can be automatically ignored.  The presence.  And Huang Yi is one of the few exceptions.

    In the team finals, Huang Yi beat her to her core. Every time she thought she would win, he defeated her.  Moreover, Huang Yi was also the only man she had ever been with besides Miyamoto Musashi. That subtle psychological touch always made her feel as if she had had physical close contact with Huang Yi. Every time she dreamed about it at midnight, she could  The scene of their union emerged.

    In her pure girl's heart, Huang Yi has unknowingly occupied a subtle position, faintly tugging at her heartstrings, and she doesn't know how to treat Huang Yi.

    "Brother, have you been disturbed by the God of Killing again? I told you not to look at the support rate of the Best Individual Award. We can just live our own lives." Oda City walked to Miyamoto Musashi and stretched out his little hand.  She grabbed his big hand and comforted him softly, "Look at that blade, when he was standing in such a high position, he had the courage to choose to retire and live the life he wanted. Why can't you do the same?"

    Miyamoto Musashi fell silent immediately. He didn¡¯t know whether he was touched by Oda City¡¯s words or he didn¡¯t listen at all.  After a while, he suddenly bit his lip, turned to look at Oda City, and asked: "Sister, do you think I am stronger, or the God of Death?" At this time, he looked concerned, as if this question was very important to him.  Important, even vaguely child-like helplessness, hoping to be affirmed and comforted by Oda City.

    Oda Shi's beautiful eyes stared at Miyamoto Musashi quietly, sighed slightly, and said: "Usually, the people below always compliment you, and you have heard all the good words. If I am like them, how can I be worthy?  What about being your sister? Lies will do you no good. To be honest, I thought you were as strong as the God of Death before, but in your current state, you are no longer a match for him."

    "What? Are you even turning towards him?!" When Miyamoto Musashi heard this answer, he suddenly became angry, fiercely shook off Oda City's hand, glared at her, and shouted: "Is it after that combination?  , you fell in love with him?"

    Oda City was slightly startled, never expecting that Miyamoto Musashi would be so angry at her.  After a while, she finally came to her senses. Her eyes suddenly turned red, covered with a layer of mist, and she said aggrievedly: "How could you do this!"

    After saying that, she turned around and ran out without even closing the door.

    Miyamoto Musashi looked at Oda City¡¯s disappearing figure, and his brows suddenly furrowed deeper.  Finally, he seemed to have made up his mind and immediately sent a message to the vice president of the Martial Arts Guild¡ª¡ª

    "Within a month, I must see a lethal battleship. When the time comes, we will go to the Hero Continent!"

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    In the blink of an eye, a week has passed.

    This week, Huang Yi¡¯s body has been leveling up in the Tower of the Gods and successfully reached level 132.  However, it has become increasingly difficult to maintain the number one spot on the world ranking list.  Yang Yuheng, who is ranked second, has already reached level 130 like a rocket, and is only two levels behind him.

    This is also within Huang Yi's expectation. The upgrade speed of ordinary players is more than double that of rare professions.  As time goes by, let alone the top one on the level list, even the top 100 on the level list will most likely not see any rare professions, and they will all be occupied by ordinary players.

    But this can only narrow part of the gap. There is still a big gap between ordinary players and rare professions.  Unless one can lead by a large margin in terms of level, it is possible to defeat rare professions by using level suppression or status suppression.

    And Huang Yi's incarnation has been riding a dragon these days. The location of Longdu is too far away, and he has only traveled less than half the distance.  ?Ever since he separated from the little demon dragon, he had never seen any players along the way. There were only increasingly powerful monsters in the Warcraft Mountains, and there were no traces of humans. It was as if he had entered a primitive world.

    These days, Huang Yi found a lot of heavenly treasures with his ability to use his olfactory treasure along the way.  Everything that could be fed to the little dragon was given to it. The scales on its head grew more than thirty, and it seemed to have grown in size.

    However, what made him slightly worried was that he did find many high-level sacred beasts escaping from the depths of the mountains along the way. Just like what the little demon dragon said, it seemed that something big happened inside.

    On this day, Huang Yi rode the little dragon and continued to fly in the sky over the Warcraft Mountains.

    "Huh? There is a spiritual grass ten kilometers away. Let's fly there!" At this time, Huang Yi was slightly happy and sensed a spiritual grass.

    On average, he can discover one or two spiritual grasses every day. If other players knew about this efficiency, they would be envious.  Very few people have the ability to smell treasures like Huang Yi. They want to search for a spiritual grass in this vast primitive forest, which is no less than searching for a needle. They often work hard for a year, trekking through mountains and rivers, risking their lives every day.  Risking his life, he could only find one or two plants!  Far less efficient than Huang Yi.

    Not long after, Xiaolong quickly carried Huang Yi to a towering mountain peak!

    This mountain peak is steep all around, as if it was cut by a knife. The surrounding cliffs are covered with grass. The spiritual grass that Huang Yi sensed is on this cliff.  It is impossible for ordinary people to climb this kind of cliff, they can only fly up.

    At this time, Huang Yi's keen eyes scanned over and finally found the spiritual grass.  It was a red dragon ganoderma the size of a fist, growing on a gap. It had gone through many years of wind and rain, but it had been growing tenaciously, facing the warm sunshine.  There are no guardians around it, and it is alone. This steep mountain is its greatest line of defense.

    Huang Yi immediately jumped from the little dragon, flew to the cliff, and carefully picked off the dragon ganoderma.

    "Bah, bah, bah!" At this time, before Huang Yi said hello, the little dragon took the initiative to fly over, opened his big eyes and obediently looked at the Dragon Ganoderma lucidum, then looked at Huang Yi, wagging the dragon's tail left and right, like  Like a puppy that pleases its owner.

    "Eat it obediently!" Huang Yi touched the little dragon's head and stuffed the dragon ganoderma directly into its mouth.

    Xiaolong immediately flapped his wings excitedly, blowing out a few strong winds, and ate with relish.  Soon, golden light flashed on its forehead, and five more delicate small scales grew.

    "Let's keep walking!" Huang Yi said, touched Xiaolong's head, turned over and rode up.

    Xiaolong had just eaten a spiritual grass, and when he was full of energy, he flew extremely fast, carrying Huang Yi forward at lightning speed, towards the rolling mountains in the distance.

    "Huh? Spiritual grass! There are so many spiritual grasses!" At this moment, Huang Yi suddenly sensed that there were more than a dozen spiritual grasses ten kilometers ahead!

    The spiritual herbs he has discovered these days are all one by one. He has never discovered more than ten plants at once!  This is almost like artificial cultivation!  Where on earth could ten spiritual grasses be born?  Huang Yi can no longer imagine it!

    Xiaolong seemed to have noticed that there was something delicious again, and couldn't help but fly faster, getting closer and closer to the place Huang Yi sensed.

    Huang Yi¡¯s eyes were fixed on the mountains in front of him, which were shrouded in clouds and mist and full of misty feeling. Mountains rose one after another with no end in sight.

    Finally, the distance got closer and closer, and Huang Yi's vision became clearer and clearer. Through the thin clouds and mist, he could see the mountains.

    Those mountains are covered with pine trees. The breeze blows on your face, there are waves of pine waves, rugged rocks, clear springs and streams, and the faint singing of birds. There is an oriental fairy tale beauty.  Huang Yi seemed to have suddenly flown from a fantasy mountain range of monsters in the West to a mountain of fairy spirit in the East.

    At this time, Huang Yi was on the top of a cliff in a mountain and suddenly saw something that shouldn't exist - a thatched house!

    In this uninhabited primitive mountain range, a man-made thatched house unexpectedly appeared. This scene shocked Huang Yi's soul!

    The thatched house was covered with pine needles, but the front door was very clean, and a vegetable garden was opened next to the house, with a dozen young grasses planted in it!

    Huang Yi¡¯s eyes were fixed on the dozen or so tender grasses in the small vegetable garden!  Those were the dozen or so spiritual grasses he sensed!

    At this time, hisHuge earthquake!  These ten or so spiritual grasses were obviously planted artificially, and the biggest characteristic of spiritual grasses is that they cannot be planted in batches. This scene clearly violates this common sense.

    What kind of hidden master lives in that thatched house?  (To be continued.)
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