After leaving the Mr. Ink Club, Jenkins didn't bother to look for other abnormal events, so he directly summoned the unicorn and flew him to the evergreen forest. Maybe it was the cold wind at high altitude that cleared his mind. He realized that now is not the time to worry about this kind of thing. Although the emotional problem is the most unclear and messy problem he has dealt with, it is not fatal now. You shouldn't be thinking about these things while doing serious business.
The unicorn carried him to the outside of the valley where the Evergreen Forest was located. With the help of the night and the forest, Jenkins easily bypassed the checkpoint set by the Orthodox Church at the entrance of the valley and entered the forest.
After arduously climbing the rope ladder to the platform in front of the dragon's lair, a stranger was already waiting for Jenkins with his hands folded against the stone wall.
"So, you didn't wait here all night, did you?"
Jenkins panted while holding his legs and asked the giver who belonged to the tree house. The other party nodded and stood with his back away from the rock wall:
"I didn't enter the city at all. As long as I solved the other participants, even if I got zero points, wouldn't I still be number one?"
said the man.
"This logic is really very reasonable."
Jenkins sincerely praised him, and he also thought of this method, so he behaved leisurely at night. He is not worried that the people in the tree house will be faster than him, because he knows that the other party will definitely "do not take the usual path".
He is now in an irritable mood, so he doesn't mind talking nonsense with the other party for a while, because the other party won't live until the sun comes out.
"Speaking of which, is there no one in your organization? For such an important matter, you only sent a level 7 gifter. What about your demigod? Let the believers of lies solve it?"
Jenkins sarcastically said that the other party was not easily irritated by such words, but said calmly:
"They have more important things to do."
"So you have the confidence to beat me?"
Jenkins asked again, who nodded silently and then showed the five rings on his right hand. Those rings are of different styles, but they are all numbered items. This is a very spectacular scene. If the benefactors also show off their wealth, it is probably nothing more than this:
"We have prepared for the end of the era for a whole era. You can't imagine how huge our organization is. This is a plan that has been planned for nearly a thousand years, and we have made sufficient preparations."
The man said, walking to the dragon's lair and watching Jenkins prepare to make a move. Jenkins nodded, knowing that the opponent's demigods were really running out, so he could only rely on numbered items to accumulate strength.
While thinking about it, he took a step to the left, and then the dragon's breath from the cave entrance directly submerged the man.
In Blacktown's Tale of the Dragon Slayer, Jenkins was lucky enough to see hundreds of dragons dance across the sky. He had seen all kinds of dragons exhaling dragon breath, and even stepped on the back of a beautiful and elegant silver dragon to fight with her.
Obviously, the breath of the red dragon that strayed into the material world at the end of the eighteenth century was weaker than the breath of any dragon Jenkins had ever seen.
But because the gifter from the tree house stood in front of the dragon's breath and fully suffered all the damage from the energy spit, so when the red flame disappeared, there were only five falling rings left on the ground Throbbing, but soon all lay down.
Jenkins bent down to pick up the five warm rings, patted off the cat's claws on his shoulders, and entered the dragon's lair.
"I don't understand how he dares to do it here."
Jenkins asked suspiciously, his voice echoing in the cave.
"I lied to him and told him that the Orthodox Church would not care about the battle that took place in front of my residence, and I also told him that the two people who participated in this small game, one is a descendant of the Dragon Knight family, and the other is because of the An ordinary gifter with weak dragon veins because of the ceremony. It seems that he really doesn’t know you, I thought he would be shocked when he saw your face just now.”
The dragon, who seemed to have just woken up, replied lazily, and then saw the five rings Jenkins was holding:
"Although it is inappropriate to say so, this is my trophy."
It said cautiously, even though it knew that nothing should be taken away from the man in front of it, the dragon's desire for treasures is engraved in its blood, and besides... that is indeed his trophy.
"Then take it away."
Jenkins thought the other party was right, so he took two steps forward and put the five rings on the ground in front of the red dragon's head. The latter hesitated for a moment, and took a sneak look at the cat with an unfriendly expression.
Swallowing with a big movement, the dragon stretched out its huge claws, and carefully pushed two of the rings to Jenkins. Of course, this looks to Jenkins like a steamroller pushing the ring:
"Whoever sees has a share, I am not a stingy dragon."
The dragon defended his behavior, and Jenkins saw that it didn't look like a joke, so he picked up the two similarly shaped rings, one red and one blue, and put them in his pocket.
There were three participants in the small game at night. Besides Jenkins and the man who had been burnt to pieces just now, there was also Jenkins' friend Miss Knight.
Jenkins put the "token" taken away after solving the incident last night in front of the Red Dragon, and then thought about waiting until Miss Knight came to explain in detail the bark, paper scraps, burnt wool balls and other garbage in front of him What's going on, but I didn't expect the dragon to directly announce the end of the game:
"Congratulations, Son of the Sage, you have won."
It celebrates by blowing a small spark towards the top of its lair.
"Don't we have to wait for Miss Knight?"
"Actually she's already here."
The giant dragon got down on the ground while talking, and seemed to think that this posture was more comfortable:
"Probably after you left yesterday evening, she came here once. I gave the girl surnamed Knight the ancient medal of the dragon clan that the man gave me just now, and then she happily announced her withdrawal from the game holding the medal, happily left."
It was described in such detail that Jenkins had a sense of the picture.
The giant dragon's approach is unreasonable and inappropriate, but considering that this matter is beneficial to Jenkins, Jenkins will naturally not protest, or insist on calling Miss Knight for another comparison.
"but why?"
He still couldn't help asking.
"That ancient medal has a lot of power, it's a good thing, especially for that girl surnamed Knight. But the dragon soul can only make the owner stronger, and the success rate is high when holding the dragon blood ceremony Some, others have almost no effect... Of course, there is no need to tell her about some effects of the Dragon Soul, this is not something that can be said casually."
PS: Someone asked me to recommend the book "After Being Turned into a Zombie by a Junior Sister", author: the human prisoner.
Introduction: My name is Qin Fei. I didn't expect that I would travel to the world of Xianxia, let alone that my body would be dead when I crossed.
What's more, I have an infatuated junior sister who turned me into a zombie with the magic door refining method, and it is still the kind that can be continuously strengthened.
I actually don't want to sleep with my junior sister in the coffin every day.
I actually don't want to beat a few decent masters every day.
In fact, I don't want to know any former Taoist couples, female sword emperors, demon saints, heirs of the Wannian family...
I just want to lie on the ground, enjoy the Yin Qi, and be a quiet and beautiful zombie.
Those who are decent have not spared me:
"Should die, the zombie king who has strengthened his strength with double cultivation and evil methods!"
"Why is dual cultivation so evil? This is obviously something you both like to do!"
Shaking and crying, when will we zombies stand up...