Blood Sea Overlord of Online Games - Chapter 569

On the Ruhai Tianshen Mountain, Salman met Shiva as usual before returning to his residence under the Tianshen Mountain.

Although Shiva has said many times that he doesn’t need to visit every day and he can do his own business, but Salman always insists on going every day.

An excellent licking dog will not let go of any licking opportunities.

An excellent thigh hug person, once he finds slender and strong thighs, he will never let go.

While hugging tightly, you must also guard against other people who want to hug your thighs. The area of ​​contact with the thighs is so large. If you hold more people, you will have fewer opportunities.

As an excellent licking dog, Salman certainly understands this, so he sees Shiva at least once a day. Whenever other players visit Shiva, he will always choose to stay and say a few words inadvertently, so that Shiva will no longer take care of those people.

Just as he must meet Shiva every day, Salman has one more thing he must do every day, which is to slaughter a sheep, take out its internal organs and cast curses.

This is the curse that Salman learned from Asura. As long as he curses for three years without interruption, the cursed person will be in bad luck. As he chanted the mantra, the sheep’s heart flashed with three **** characters. This is not a Brahman script, but the three characters “Mad Er Ye” in Chinese.

The Ashura who taught Salman’s curse was full of confidence in the spell, but after all, he lacked understanding of other gods. He told Salman that if the Brahman was cursed, the success rate was 100%, and he didn’t know whether cursing other gods’ goals would be effective.

Despite this, Salman still casts spells every day, he thinks there is at least a 50% chance. Don’t say fifty percent, even if there is only one percent chance, he will still insist on continuously changing for three years…constantly curse.

Close your eyes, that black figure will always come to mind, that unruly look, sorrowful scum? It makes him grit his teeth with hatred…

In the Huanglong Island competition, Salman lost everything and was complained by many Brahmin players. He feels aggrieved? Obviously you want undead nectar? You are greedy and want to gamble? Why should I blame me for losing?

Human nature is the same. If the predecessor who competes with Salman loses, it is also inevitable to be blamed. The vast majority of people can’t afford to lose? When they lose their eyes, they will always find someone who is behind them.

It’s nothing more than carrying the pot, but I still encounter a pot that can’t be carried, because the Vedic Vajra relic? He is hated by Amur.

Amur has a very high status in Brahman? He has always been great? He never blames others easily. It is a pity that the Vedic Vajra relic is too precious? Losing this treasure? Amur could not accept it? He graciously said that Salman was not to blame for this matter, but since then Salman has run into a wall everywhere in Brahmins.

Fortunately, Salman flattered Shiva. With Shiva as his backer, he didn’t get too miserable in the game. That drop of swallowed venom still exists in him? Shiva sealed it with great magical powers? He can slowly absorb the venom and practice.

After chanting the lengthy mantra? Finished today’s curse? Salman is ready to practice. At this moment, he received a request to add a friend, and the system prompts that the person adding him is from the prehistoric **** realm.

The conscience of heaven and earth? Before the Huanglong Island competition, Salman hated the Chinese. After the Huanglong Island competition, he hated the Huaxia players and even cancelled his plan to travel to Huaxia. How could there be friends from the prehistoric gods?

Seeing the three unforgettable Chinese characters, Salman suddenly blushed. He can’t speak Chinese, but he has written these three Chinese characters thousands of times.

“Do you want to pass the verification?”

Every day, he was alone, cursing this **** prehistoric player, but he knew that most of them had forgotten him. Suddenly he was added as a friend by his enemy. If he refused, wouldn’t he have to be alone again?

Lu Xiaofeng had a very good impression of Salman. How could he forget this good friend? He just passed the verification, and he greeted enthusiastically: “Nicetomeetyou, Myfriend.”

Salman almost burst into tears. Lao Tzu treats you as an enemy of life and death, cursing you every day, but you want to be my friend. Originally wanted to be too lazy to pay attention, but curiosity is the greatest sin of mankind. He couldn’t help but reply: “What’s the matter?”

Lu Xiaofeng was a little nervous when he heard the news. For fear that his international friends would ignore him, he would be half succeeded if he was willing to reply. He hurriedly said: “My friend, you impressed me last time in the competition. I know each other, so I hope to communicate with you more.”

“Talk about business.”

Salman replied coldly, the Brahman also had a parody similar to “weasel to the chicken New Year”. During the contest, the mad two did not make friends. At this time, there must be some attempt to show courtesy.

Since they are upright, Lu Xiaofeng also simply said: “Friend, I won a lot of good things from you in the competition, but it’s not my fault, right? You ask me to compete and I always refuse, but you have to compare with me, you I lost so badly, mainly because I had greed for the treasures in me, right?”

Salman secretly said that I know all these things, but you obviously have so many cards, and you have to pretend to be timid to get me hooked, what good thing are you?

No one believes you are innocent except that fool Garawa.

Thinking of Garawa, Salman had to lament that fools are stupid.

After the Huanglong Island competition ended, the Brahman Forum criticized the second master of the madness, and the second master became the public enemy of the Brahman.

It happened that there was such a different kind, many times that he praised the noble quality of the crazy two masters, and said that the brahmin players suffered heavy losses because of their own responsibility.

Garawa dared to post such a post, and was immediately beaten into a gangster. Many players hunted him down. After many players were killed by him, they discovered that Garava was a student of the goddess Lakshmi, who is now the wife of the great **** Vishnu.

In the face of the attacks of his compatriots, Garawa never compromised, still insisting on his views. Found that this was a second fool, and everyone was too lazy to have general knowledge with him, Amur public posted that Garava had a simple mind and he needed to slowly enlighten him and persuade his compatriots not to embarrass him.

Today’s Garava, both a student of Lakshmi, and the guidance of Vishnu, coupled with his amazing talent and very strong strength, is likely to become the first Brahmin player to possess the godhead.

Salman continued to replied coldly: “I have lost and I will admit it. Everyone is from two gods. Is it necessary to discuss who is right and who is wrong?”

Lu Xiaofeng doesn’t think so, and sincerely said: “The same world, the same dream, the game knows no borders. I have never had a prejudice against A… Brahmin players.”

Salman certainly wouldn’t believe such a clumsy lie, but someone cited an example: “Do you know Garawa? The time I went to Brahmin, he was just an ordinary player, because I thought he was predestined, I gave him A drop of undead nectar also made him a student of Lakshmi.”

“If I discriminate against you Brahmin players, how can I be so generous and give the undead nectar to people who meet in peace?”

Salman was full of surprise. Galawa had actually eaten undead nectar. He could become a student of Lakshmi because of the crazy second master?

I thought that Garawa stupid people had a silly blessing, but I didn’t expect that they met a noble person. Thinking in another way, if you go to the prehistoric land and get a treasure similar to the undead nectar, how can you be willing to give it to the predominant player?

“one World, One Dream.”

Salman couldn’t help repeating these words, and at this moment he was ashamed of his narrowness. The pattern of Huaxia people really makes people admire, just as people in reality are jealous of Huaxia and compare with Huaxia everywhere, they don’t care about it at all, and they humbly call the prosperous magic capital Oriental Little Mumbai…

Glancing at the internal organs of the sheep on the ground, the black “Second Crazy Master” is extremely dazzling, and I feel as dirty as Xiang in my intestines, cursing a person of noble quality narrowly…

After clearing the internal organs on the ground, Salman replied earnestly: “It’s nice to meet you, my friend, how can I help you?”

The change comes too fast like a tornado. Lu Xiaofeng is a bit uncomfortable. Brahman players are so good to fool? Soon he showed his expression. Fooling Brahmins is a routine operation. Those guys on the Internet say that the demons are all Eastern Little Mumbai, and many Brahmins also believe it.

“My friend, this request may make you a little embarrassed. I have refined a treasure that needs to be tempered by a highly poisonous thing. Last time I competed with you, I found that your poisonous fire is extraordinary. With a little bit of venom, I will definitely refine a powerful weapon.”

If it was the previous idea that the second madman dared to fight the venom, Salman must have cursed “Silly Bi” and blacked it out. At this time, he was entangled. There was enough venom in his body to have little effect on others, but this was his unique resource, and he didn’t want others to have it.

Some Brahmins have followed suit and wanted to obtain the poison of the Dragon King Po Su Ji, but the drop of Po Su Ji’s belly was squeezed out by the gods while stirring the sea of ​​milk.

The unique venom allows others to share a part, and it is still a predecessor player, Salman is really unacceptable. While hesitating, the other party sent a message again: “My friend, our practice is to make our hearts stronger, and foreign objects will always be foreign objects.”

“Everything is fair. I will not ask for your venom for nothing. I will exchange it with an equivalent treasure. In order to show respect for you, I should have exchanged the undead nectar, but after completing the contest, I gave the undead nectar to I’ve lost my friends, so I can only give you the last piece of fragrant milk.”

Salman felt ashamed again. When he was still in kindergarten, his parents taught themselves to share. Such a simple truth, almost forgotten after adulthood, look at the second crazy master, the precious undead nectar will be given away at every turn.

It’s useless to keep the venom on its own, but it’s too much to cherish it. Arman made up his mind, he replied decisively: “I have a friend, I am willing to exchange with you, we will meet in the national war channel.”

Lu Xiaofeng breathed a sigh of relief, and his divine sense glanced at the Xumi mustard bag, inside which was lying three drops of undead nectar.

The Brahmin’s venom that claims to destroy the Three Realms, he can accept a drop of undead nectar exchange, since the fragrant milk can be exchanged, the undead nectar will continue to be kept.

Although I can’t take it anymore after swallowing three drops, I can’t take it as a gift. It’s not bad to leave it in a mustard bag…