Chapter 1966: To treat his body in his own way

Could it be said that it has the same four-dimensional pocket as Doraemon?
I stared at the goblin on the light stand, thinking.
After avoiding another dart, I chuckled, "Heh, stop teasing, it's impossible. If there is a four-dimensional pocket, what darts are still installed? Just install a few large-caliber firecrackers. That thing is powerful. It's big, and the rate of fire is fast. It's much more reliable than darts."
"Things like four-dimensional pockets may not really exist, but this ugly little green-skinned monster is not used to take out darts from the portal" Odachi reminded: "Look at its hands carefully."
He looked up and found the clue in just a few seconds.
I saw the goblin's empty hand, a faint light suddenly condensed, and after a few seconds, it turned into a real dart!
I was stunned by its unique skill.
"It's really fake!" My eyes twitched, and I subconsciously murmured, "How can I get something out of nothing? This doesn't conform to the law of conservation of energy at all!"
"Your brain is watt, right?" Taito said in an almost ironic tone: "Wake up, this is the Japanese wind continent, not a blue planet, and even if it is a blue planet, you can guarantee that the law of conservation of energy will apply to all situations? "
Yes, this is the Hefeng Continent. In front of my eyes, hundreds of incredible truths have already appeared. The bone frame can breathe dragon's breath. What is it to be born out of nothing?
Forget it, the first task of my trip is to clear Sky City!
Uh, maybe it is not appropriate to use the metaphor of customs clearance, but at least, I want to find the owner of this city, whether it is a monster or a dragon.
If the owner of this city can communicate and communicate normally, that would be great. I will tell it about the Tyrannosaurus King Bakar and ask him to send me out of the Sky City.
If it refuses to communicate, or is unable to communicate, then there will be a fierce battle.
I may not necessarily be the opponent of City Lord of Sky City, but I believe that it must not be the opponent of the strength of my left arm.
Of course, if possible, it is better not to use the power of the left arm. After all, this power is too mysterious and cannot control the strength.
Thinking of this, two pictures came to my mind like slides.
Destroyed towns and broken tauren boss houses.
Forget it, let the flow take its course. At that time, how can I care about the serious consequences?
Grabbing a handful of darts, I glanced at it for a while, and then threw it at the goblin-it was meowing, but you are not the only one who can throw darts! Although the accuracy is a bit short, the number is huge enough! I don't believe it anymore. After throwing a few stacks of darts that are more than half a meter high, I still can't get a little Li flying knife from the Japanese mainland!
No longer thinking about it, I also started to throw my darts.
I went as I said. The dart I threw was really bad. It cracked and flew, and none of the darts hit the target. The nearest one might be the one inserted on the chandelier frame.
In fact, being able to insert a dart into the chandelier's frame is considered a very superb dart technique, especially this dart is still hanging upright above the goblin's head, only 20 centimeters away from the top of its head.
In other words, if I weaken my strength a little bit, will the darts just fit into its skull?
After a little analysis, I tried to reduce my strength and throw darts at the goblins.
However, the strength was reduced a bit too much. The dart only flew out less than three meters, and lost the courage to continue flying. With a click, it landed on the ground. After two bounces, it stopped moving.
This scene embarrassed me, but also broke the goblin music on the chandelier.
The guy had a gloating expression on his face, and he leaned forward and back to the extreme in exaggeration. He almost wanted to fall from the chandelier, but he couldn't fall. This action made me very angry. When I was burning with anger, I angrily took the darts in my hand. Throw it all out.
Obviously, the number is not the key to determining the skill, a lot of darts crashed on the ground, and none of them hit it.
Although all failed, it doesn't mean that my impulsive behavior was in vain. Do you remember a dart stuck in the pendant of the chandelier and hung above the goblin's head?
The dart was indeed stuck in the ring, but it was not too tight. After being hit by several darts one after another, it finally got free from the ring!
The darts that regained their freedom fell freely despite the pull of gravity.
Then, it accurately hit the goblin's Tianling Cap.
The skull of this goblin is very hard, and the darts did not hurt its skull, but don’t forget that the darts are poisonous, and the goblin himself got it.
As the saying goes: drowning will cause water.
The brave goblin, who is a grotesque art, must have never thought that he would be hit by his own poison dart.
After all, it stands on the chandelier, and is thin and extremely flexible. It is absolutely impossible to be hit by its own darts-it may always think so, so it has never done any anti-virus Measures.
Ever since, standing on the chandelier, the goblin that kept throwing darts died.
It couldn't bear the poison on its own darts. After a twitch, it resembled a broken kite, snapping and falling on the floor bricks.
I stepped forward and did not whip the corpse, but looked at it with sympathy.
This was a goblin who had lived for hundreds of millions of years. He was a thief and concealed master who threw a dart, and finally died under his own dart.
Good luck makes people.
I flipped through the goblin’s clothes, and there was nothing valuable. Look at its skinny body, green skin, and the fishy smell... Forget it, it’s hard to use as food. The following swallow.
After swallowing, I dragged the pterosaur corpse, picked up a bag of darts, and continued to walk forward.
I didn't go far, and I encountered another wave of monsters.
It was still a humanoid creature sitting on the stone disk, and this time there was an outlier in the stone disk-one of the humanoid creature's mounts turned out to be a steel frisbee.
"I'm sure that the monster sitting on the steel frisbee must be their boss!" I firmly said.
"Are you sure?" Odachi asked rhetorically.
"Uh..." I hesitated.
Although this humanoid creature looks different from other humanoid creatures, it does not seem to be a relationship between superiors and subordinates depending on how they get along.
"Forget it, don't care" I spread my hands: "Whether it is the boss or not, it's the right thing to fight, regardless of so many, they won't communicate with me anyway."
While talking, I took out the darts and hurried towards the humanoid creatures.
Using darts as darts, my accuracy is very poor, but when using darts as daggers, I can hit with a knife and never miss.
One dart one by one, all sticking to the bare chest.
The humanoids screamed, struggled and twisted for a while, and then burped.
Looking at the thin corpse all over the floor, I smiled triumphantly. At this moment, a slow and heavy voice came into my ears.
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