Chapter 109 My Hometown Is Dying

Dirk's frenzied and overjoyed face instantly froze. When asked by Chang Sheng, he turned his huge head and asked, "My fellow?"

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

Dirk glanced at Joyce, who was furious. He was so anxious, he 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 deterrent power was there.

Half-step god, what's inside the pot is a living half-step god, like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, on the verge of death...

He was so terrified that he hurriedly asked people to stop the ignition, and then he heard Chang Sheng continue: "He doesn't seem to understand what I'm saying, please translate for me and tell him, I will definitely find a way to save him."

Dirk was taken aback, nodded dully, climbed onto the cauldron, and said with a sneer: "Master Changsheng said, kill you later, wait for the moment when your vitality is completely lost, and then cook on fire, the meat must be extremely delicious !"

"puff--"

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

"Insidious and cunning Changsheng, you actually teased me like this!"

Joyce braced his weak body and cursed loudly.

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

Dirk showed a flattering smile, but he didn't dare to tell the truth, so he could only continue to make up.

"Joyce said he wasn't worried. You are a kind-hearted child and you will definitely save him."

Changsheng nodded happily, and said solemnly: "It turns out that his name is Joyce. You tell the uncle, I will definitely save him. I already have a method. As long as I refine the elixir, I can help him replenish his blood. Come back to life!"

Hearing this, Deke's pupils shrank, saving a half-step god?

He resolutely cannot do this kind of thing of enlisting the enemy. When he was thinking about how to deal with it, Si Gaoda led many sixth-level powerhouses to call over.

"Dirk, just now I noticed the aura of a half-step god appearing in the opponent's camp, is it Joyce? He is hiding deep enough!"

Then he walked to the cauldron and was overjoyed to see Joyce, the blood-spitting machine.

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

"Is this a fire? People in the wizard tribe like to eat cooked food, pretending to be a gesture, and don't know the deliciousness of flesh and blood. How can you learn from them?"

As he said to himself, he grabbed Joyce out of the pot with a wave of his claws, and grinned grinningly: "I haven't tasted the half-step god's flesh and blood, I'll eat half of it, and the rest I'll give you an equal share!"

As he spoke, he wanted to bite Joyce alive and swallow him.

"boom!"

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

After 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 fierce. If he hadn't been concerned about Changsheng's combat power, he would have made a move long ago.

As the leader of the Hague tribe, when had he ever been so humiliated?

Dirk's face was so ugly that he looked like a pig's liver. As soon as Skoda came out, he made a series of coquettish operations, which he couldn't stop even if he wanted to.

"Master Star, this...Joyce is a fellow of Lord Changsheng...Although I don't know what happened, but Master Changsheng believes so."

What a god! Sidda's huge eyeballs kept rolling, and the irritable he rarely endured it, and shot without a word of disagreement.

Because... anyone with a little brain knows that the strength of Changsheng itself is absolutely terrifying to beat a half-step god like this.

"They don't understand the language, you tell me they are fellow villagers? Do you have any brains?"

Skoda slapped Dirk on the head violently, 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, clenching his small fists, scaring Sigoda terribly.

Fortunately, Dirk got up from the big pit in time, and he was fine. He explained to Changsheng: "This... This is the etiquette of our clan, it means friendship, don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive..."

"boom!"

Then he was pushed to the ground by Pure Changsheng, making a hole bigger than before.

"It turned 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 slap himself. It was not good to find any excuses, but he had to find this.

To put it bluntly, it was Dirk who made Changsheng give up this scary idea and eased the simmering conflict between the two sides.

Staring at Changsheng extremely aggrieved at this time, but his eyes kept on Joyce, he never forgot the flesh and blood of the half-step god.

At this time, Joyce watched Changsheng and the Hague Tribe talking and laughing on the ground, and spit out a mouthful of blood again angrily, his breath had weakened to a level.

Really not far from death.

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

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

Stargaard looked at this scene coldly, showing a sneer. He couldn't eat half-step gods who were alive, but he could still eat Joyce after he died.

No matter how terrifying the combat power is, it's just a child, and he can be fooled by any excuse.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help admiring his flexibility.

Chang Sheng hugged Joyce anxiously, then turned his head to look at Dirk, his little face was full of entanglement.

Changsheng was hesitant to speak, but Dirk approached him very understandingly, and asked, "Master Changsheng, what is the embarrassment? But it's okay, everyone in my Hague tribe will go through fire and water, and I will do whatever I want!"

After Changsheng heard the words, he was very moved, 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 expression: "Just put ten sixth-level beasts into the pot, cook it for me, and make a pill."

Dirk was a little dazed after hearing this, turned his head mechanically, and looked at the cauldron, is he really going through fire and water? Put it in the soup and cook it on the fire?

He was still hesitating, and translated the request of Changsheng to Si Gaoda. Si Gaoda was furious and stared at Changsheng, his eyes became colder and colder.

He hasn't eaten into a half-step god, and 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 for a while.

"puff--"

Joyce, the blood-spitting machine, vomited a mouthful of blood very cooperatively at this time, and the aura of the first-level wizard dissipated rapidly.

"Dike, I'm sorry, if anyone in your tribe has offended you, you tell me, ten places, I will help you avenge!"

Little 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 because of Dirk, he would not have been able to get together with these fierce beasts...

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

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

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

"Hurry up, my hometown is dying."

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

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

"you you you……"

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

Changsheng ordered nine double-headed lizards in a row, ahem, ordered nine food, and the last one, by coincidence, arrived at Skoda.

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

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

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

The two-headed lizards of the group of friends were furious, especially the sixth-level lizards, who all had their own dignity, and instantly showed murderous intent, biting towards Changsheng.

Changsheng's eyes lit up, showing emotion: "You guys are so kind, you actually delivered it to your door by yourself."

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

This is the first time he has seen such a friendly ferocious beast race. He wants to eat ten of them, but it is beyond sincerity.

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

Soon, with Changsheng punching one punch, the entire Hague tribe suffered a catastrophe...

The sixth-level ferocious beasts died very quickly. The pot couldn't fit, and they were all placed on the ground, with corpses strewn all over the field.

Stuart's pupils were about to burst, he gritted his teeth, and was filled with hatred. Seeing this scene, he burst out with great strength...and then ran away.

Seeing that the strongest leader had run away, and the rest of the double-headed lizards below level six scattered one by one, they were all gutted in front of this humanoid monster.

No matter who it is, it's one punch...

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

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

Corpses were strewn all over the place, devastated everywhere.

His calves were trembling a little, and his four legs were dragging feebly on the ground, looking suspicious of life.

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

Changsheng thanked Dike very politely, and Dirk smiled back blankly, looking at the corpses of his own family everywhere, with a very complicated expression.

"puff--"

At this time, the blood-spitting machine spat out another mouthful of blood.