Vol 2 Chapter 1004: I almost vomit

..Game Demon Hunter
Yang Yuefan took the time to go offline when the Zhiyuan and Dingyuan were not in the port.
The situation in Wangxiangcheng is still relatively stable for the time being. Nangong Yujun took the [Mechanical Heart] into a fortress. In the past twelve days, he did not even take off his helmet except for eating and drinking. However, the magic spar, which is the driving energy, is filled in with water, and the closer they are to the server, the more they dare not take it lightly.
Mage Steve is very honest recently. He has not been out of the house for three days in his room. Mrs. Li sent someone to monitor him. It is said that he entered the witch’s dark tower alone before, and the bridge of his nose was interrupted when he came out. Up.
Yang Yuefan estimated that in the Dark Tower, apart from Ai Feilal, no one else had this strength. Knowing that Wangxiangcheng had a master who was on his side and whose strength was infinitely close to the legendary level, he was at ease and worried.
God knows if Efilal will explode in place one day? Then blasted out an entire army of Chaos Demon, and pushed Wangxiangcheng down?
Fortunately, the witches were also worried about this problem. Since the black tower was built, they almost kept themselves closed in it without leaving home.
Yang Yuefan dried the nutrient solution on his body, and every time he fell asleep in the life-sustaining capsule and then awakened, it was a permanent damage to the human body, because it was almost a process of freezing and thawing.
But as a leader of the relevant department, if Yang Yuefan is worried about what will happen ten years later, he is a dog.
Yang Yuefan is not a dog, he is an individual, so he is even more worried that he will not even have the opportunity to go offline in his sleep, and that his body in reality will be eaten by the chaotic monster.
Acharn, this guy has been quite honest recently. Yang Yuefan observed through the isolation door for a while, and found that the life-sustaining capsule containing Xu Yichen's body and the life-sustaining capsule containing Acharn's body had no abnormal indexes, so he was relieved. Back in the stomach.
Just as Yang Yuefan breathed a sigh of relief and planned to return to the game to deal with the Dingyuan quarantine and epidemic prevention affairs, Acharn's life-sustaining capsule suddenly exposed a reading that exceeded the previous peak.
"Probably, it should, maybe... it's the cabin of the Consolation." Monk Feng Wuyi explained weakly: "But I have walked here for more than three kilometers and I haven't found a clear arc, so I'm not sure where it is."
"Let's judge our position through practice." The Demon Hunter is an action squad and didn't waste time. He directly drew out the [War Disaster] sword and pierced the violently rotating teeth into the wall of flesh and blood.
"This kind of swill blood, which seems to be mixed with feces, are you partying in the belly of a big disrespect!" The soul of the bloodletter Thornx conveyed his strong protest through [War Disaster].
Xu Yichen guessed that what he was doing now was definitely the thing that Horax would not like to experience. After all, this bloodletter who had been tortured by him several times had been autistic for a long time.
"Fear to abuse my lord! Stop it now, I'm almost vomiting!" Thornx tried to slow down the speed of [War Disaster], but it was not the real master of this weapon.
The monk Feng Wuyi was almost forced to vomit by the foul blood and rotten meat, but he saw Xu Yichen who had dug more than one meter deep on the wall in less than a minute, and he was more determined that he would not The determination to give up weapons.
In the future, if someone persuades me to take a poverty oath or something, I will introduce him to my boss and let them talk alone.
As Xu Yichen's excavation progressed, the monk noticed that the intestinal-like passages around him seemed to be twisting and squirming, as if they were being stimulated.
Feng Wuyi suddenly had a bad feeling: "Head, wait a minute! It seems..."
Before he could finish speaking, the entire passage suddenly twitched violently. The monk and the demon hunter were like foreign objects stuck in their throats and were suddenly ejected.
After a series of extremely violent pushing and rolling, the monk Feng Wuyi finally saw where he was now.
In the decaying cabin of a wooden battleship, there are moss-like coverings everywhere. The place that once belonged to the keel has been replaced by a spine of unknown creatures, covered with slender tentacles. They are working hard. The ground spit out mucus, repairing the holes in the hull.
The monk saw a washbasin-sized cavity not far from him. It should have been caused by Dingyuan’s shelling. The dark water was on the other side of the cavity, and some unknown force prevented the water from flowing in.
They are really inside the Consolation now, and they are still under the sea.
Feng Wuyi glanced back at the place where he was sprayed out. A hideous mouth that occupied a wall alone was still coughing up blood. Looking at that posture, he looked like a tuberculosis patient.
But as the person who had just ‘toured’ inside, Feng Wuyi couldn’t be ridiculous. He felt that his stomach was also tumbling, and then he vomited suddenly on the ground.
The monk lying on the ground saw pale worms wriggling among the decaying wooden products, each of them almost as long as his nails. They were shining, they had many eyes, and they had teeth. These maggots were everywhere, and many of them had already climbed onto his body.
The silver flame was burning and spreading from behind, dispelling the insects from the monk. Xu Yichen patted him on the shoulder: "Don't vomit, I believe there must be more disgusting scenes in this ship. , Let's go around and see if we can find the named Acharn."
No, I don’t like your description at all~EbookFREE.me~ It makes me even more disgusting. Feng Wuyi wiped the corners of his mouth and followed Xu Yichen step by step. He noticed where Xu Yichen had gone, all that made me sick. The disgusting things flinched, the deck of the Consolation showed its original color, and then the water began to seep.
Acharn knew that the Consolation was injured again, it was sunk by the same enemy again, this time it performed much better than the previous times, and maybe the next time the winner would not be the Cyris.
He doesn’t like the life in the Comfort, but he can’t get out of here. He toasted and took a sip of the blood in the cup. It tasted like a thick soup made from sour and rotten organs, but this thing is really nourishing. Acharn's body.
He endured his nausea and contemplated his future plans. This reckless life satisfies all the fantasies he had ever had in his mind, even the scenes in the most exaggerated dreams, he has experienced them one by one.
He is getting a little bored, and he wants to find more fun to fill his deepening sense of emptiness.
"Master, there are intruders on the boat." A sailor without legs, replaced by a fish tail structure, crawled over on the deck: "What should we do?"
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