Chapter 3930: The Greatest Joy of a Real Man’s Game Is to Hurt Each Other

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I walked down the stage with a lifeless and numb look. I originally thought that I was a bad friend, a best friend, a life-threatening friendship with these people, and that I could entrust my comrades behind me. They should be able to see the trouble in me at a glance, but I didn't. Come to think of it, all they were thinking about was my moral integrity.

It turns out that love really disappears.

"Ahem, it's my turn next. I'm not interested in prizes anyway. I just want to enhance the atmosphere of the show."

At this time, Muradin did not forget to take advantage. Muradin, who had been drinking since the banquet, had a big red pepper-like rosacea and smelled of alcohol. He walked onto the stage crookedly, with his hands pressed down, looking like a highly respected person. .

What he said put a piercing sword in my heart before I could sit down. Why, my performance just now failed to even heighten the atmosphere. Do you need to make up for it?

Just wait, when Qiaxi is free, I will send you to the furnace of hell, where you can roll iron and drink lava every day!

"Apart from blacksmithing, I'm not good at anything. I believe that no one is interested in the war songs and dances of the dwarves. After all, this is not a serious program." Mu Laodonggua continued to show off on the stage, and what he said turned out to be very reasonable.

"Then, I will tell you a story, or a joke, about my unfilial son Tualatin."

When everyone heard it, oh wow, the secret of the dwarf royal family, I like this.

Then I thought, damn, I almost forgot that Mu Aodonggua was the [former] dwarf king, but the dwarf royal family’s weird style of forced meditation has gradually become known to the world, and others have to fight for it even if they kill their fathers and brothers. The throne, the dwarf king is good, trying every possible means, racking his brains to think of how to throw the hot potato under his butt to the next generation. The individual methods are so bad and the trap is ruthless, it is jaw-dropping.

Over time, the mystery of the dwarf king was unveiled, and he wore a funny cloak. In everyone's eyes, it seemed that this king was no different from the village elder, or even worse. Unlike the elves, the queen's status was It appears more noble and respected by others.

So Muradin, the former dwarf king, aroused everyone's surprise and sigh, and then... disappeared.

"Tell me about my unfilial son Tualatin. I won't talk about anything else, otherwise I won't be able to finish it all day and night. Let me just talk about his name, Tualatin. Do you know what this name means in our ancient dwarf language?"

Muradin, who was obviously drunk, his eyes were wandering and he could not stand firmly. After chatting for a long time, he asked us mysteriously.

Everyone shook their heads. Who among the serious people would learn the ancient dwarf language?

"Let me give you a hint. The pronunciation of Latin in ancient dwarf language is this." He made a gesture that every man could understand.

The Adventures of Tintin!

Before anyone could react, Muradin himself was so happy that he hugged his belly and burst into laughter on the stage. He was even happier than the audience.

In fact, we were quite happy. This breaking news was enough to lift the roof of the bar. Not to mention, the rumors that the dwarf royal family had more fun and cheated their son were indeed true.

After pouring a few gulps of wine into his mouth, the disrespectful short winter melon finally regained his breath, waved his beard and winked at us.

"Now, everyone can take a guess, what does Tualatin mean?"

In the end, everyone still couldn't tell, and just like me, they were left in the cold. Seeing this, Muradin sighed and didn't even react despite being prompted. He overestimated the literary quality of these idiots.

"To put it simply, this name contains an old father's best wishes for his son. The general meaning is to let the unfilial son have more children, have children faster, and have children earlier, so that he can throw the throne to the next generation early and regain his freedom. "

Comparing the virtues of the dwarf royal family, everyone was shocked - this turned out to be a beautiful blessing.

Although the little stories and little blessings revealed by Mu Aodonggua were interesting and topical, they were not entertaining enough. Since he appeared drunk, if he had been sober, he would not have heard such secrets, so everyone reluctantly accepted them. , but the end was still the same as mine, being eliminated miserably.

At this moment, when Muradin was about to end his performance and leave the stage, Lao Ma suddenly said something.

"Old Mu, what about your name? What does it mean?"

Muradin's drunken eyes were frozen for a moment. He looked at the old horse faintly, looked at the people who were listening attentively, and sighed with a depressed tone.

"When I was born, the dwarves were going through a great turmoil. My unscrupulous father who passed away hoped that I could sit in that position for a longer time and be more stable. Don't rush to give birth or pass the throne, and wait until the turmoil calms down. Say it again."

After saying that, he left the stage with a lonely figure and a bottle of wine, leaving us deep in thought.

Afterwards, after regaining consciousness, Mu Aodonggua firmly denied the authenticity of the story, claiming that it was just a joke made for entertainment and had nothing to do with real people and scenes. He also threatened that if you have the ability, you can learn ancient dwarf language to refute me.

But this does not prevent another scandal of the dwarf royal family from becoming a hot topic in the bar. There are also rumors. It is said that under the pressure of [rumors] from the outside world, Tualatin is urgently negotiating with the ten elders to either change his name or prepare to pass the throne. Ran away.

This is something for later, let’s take a look at the third person on stage.

It turned out to be Seattle Ke, and as expected, he brought out the prize that won the show. Even the macho second senior brother couldn't sit still. This is the effect I want. I can't always make us, the emperors of death and tragedy, suffer, right? Even serious people should be dragged down.

With his ferocious face and aura of cruelty, the second senior brother shocked everyone as soon as he appeared on the stage. They were all thinking, what kind of show should such a person perform to be effective?

I heard the second senior brother speak in a loud voice: "I originally wanted to perform the traditional war songs or war dances of our barbarians. Just now Lao Mu said that the effect is not good, it is better to not do it. After thinking about it, I finally thought of something that I am good at. , just bring it to everyone to see."

After saying this, the second senior brother suddenly disappeared, leaving everyone confused as to what he wanted to do, to transform into a living person.

Or... to change clothes, the second senior brother wants women's clothes? ! ! !

That's too eye-catching. It would be more like it if it were senior brother, uh... uh, it wouldn't work. In short, it's OK to entertain people, but it's not OK to hurt everyone's eyes.

After waiting for probably two or three minutes, the second senior brother came back, carrying a Sinking Demon in his hand. It was not an elite leader, but an ordinary level one, just like the little cockroaches that can be seen everywhere in the house.

Coupled with the ferocious and cruel face of the second senior brother, everyone was wondering whether he wanted to perform some bloody show, such as executing the trembling poor fallen demon Lingchi.

I could only hear the second senior brother mumbling something strange, like "Let's have a whiteboard. Isn't it too ordinary? Or is it blue? I'm not sure about it." Then, he seemed to have finally made up his mind.

"I'm good at fighting and killing in Seattle. I don't have much other skills. I just have good luck. Today I will perform a blind guess for everyone. As you can see, this is an ordinary fallen demon. I think it can give me Explode a blue item."

After saying this, regardless of whether everyone understood what he meant, he just pinched the chicken-like fallen demon in his hand and died.

Then the body flashed with a golden light.

Everyone suddenly lost their composure. Are you kidding me? Ordinary fallen demons drop golden equipment? !

Seatik also scratched his tattooed bald head: "Oh my, my guess was wrong. I'm lucky today. This is a good thing that only happens once a year."

Can your cat encounter this kind of thing once a year?

It is said that the audience was in a bloody mess at that time, crying for their fathers and mothers, and showing cannibalistic eyes, and collectively gave Seattle a zero score.

It is said, and it is said again, that a Druid cried and took out a strange-shaped little amulet, threw it to the ground, and shouted incompetent and furious words such as "What do I need from you?"

The next person to play turned out to be Carlos. The two partners were still playing together, and everyone who had just finished their rage fell into thinking again.

What kind of performance can the good-natured and handsome NPC Carlos perform that will make everyone smile?

Isn't his specialty just being handsome? With a face that even the handsome elves would envy, he just stood on the stage and was done.

However, we cannot accept it because this is a show for real men, not a show for crooked men.

"I made a bet with Seattle." Carlos said with a reluctant smile: "As long as he dares to play, I will play. I thought Seattle might not play, after all, his character is there."

As a result, not only did he get in, he got along with Carlos, but he also stepped on everyone else along the way, so you crazy second brother, whoever tells me again that barbarians are honest and honest people, see if Wu Feifan doesn't fight me Blow his head off!

"The worst thing is." The senior brother showed a rare expression of bitterness: "I still have to perform what I am least good at."

"Why did you make such a bet with Boss Seattle in the first place?" someone else asked.

"I'm also very curious about what kind of performance that Seattle Lake will perform." Carlos said something that made everyone feel the same. He turned back to look at the ferocious bald face. At this time, his mouth was open and happy, and it was even more terrifying than usual. .

It can only be said that dog bites dog, the difference is where the hair is.

"Okay, okay, Senior Brother, I'm willing to admit defeat and start your performance quickly." I booed in the audience, this can't be a world where I am the only one injured.

Everyone also started to make a fuss, everyone wanted to see what Carlos was least good at. It was strange to say that neither of them had shown any talent in front of others, but the second senior brother gave people the impression that besides fighting, there seemed to be nothing else. No, but the eldest brother is versatile and seems to know a little bit about everything.

In my opinion, the second senior brother is at least highly educated. I can only say that image and temperament are very important.

Let's look at the senior brother. He pondered for a while on the stage, and then showed an even more helpless expression. He seemed to have decided what to perform, and this performance made him even more helpless.

I saw him raising his hands high as if holding something, a smile suddenly appeared on his face, maintaining this posture, walking briskly, and kept spinning around the stage.

Initially, the smile was forced out, but gradually, as if immersed in a self-made world, it became soft, loving, and happy.

I was the first to react, tears of dissatisfaction flowed out in a flash, and I gave ten points without thinking.

Senior Brother...He is...on his raised hands, there is a non-existent Kajie'er! ! !

This is not just a matter of not being good at it, it is simply like my master's aura, which does not exist and will only make people more empty and sad.

Everyone reacted one after another and shed tears of sadness and sympathy. Although they didn't feel the same way as I, the world's number one daughter control, they all gave high marks.

In this world, the most profitable thing is to be miserable.

Next up was Lao Ma, a seed-level player. His face was solemn, as if he was thinking about something. He stood on the stage for a full ten seconds before speaking.

"I had already prepared a program at the beginning, but after watching the performances of the previous bosses, I decided to change it."

"The name of this show is - Changzi."

Likewise, without waiting for everyone to understand or accept, he took out a bottle of green liquid from his crotch.

"I believe everyone knows that this is a foul-smelling gas potion."

Pointing to the bottle, he explained solemnly, "Does this need to be explained in detail? As an adventurer, who doesn't know this thing and who has never played this thing?" However, it is all done in the first and second worlds, and the effect will not be great in the third world.

"Everyone, take a look at the stunt I have been practicing for a long time!" Seeing everyone's disapproval, Lao Ma didn't talk nonsense this time and directly opened the bottle cap. Wait, isn't he going to throw it out? !

Although this thing doesn't do much harm to the audience, it really stinks!

But when he saw Lao Ma's arrogant chin raised, he drank a whole bottle of foul-smelling gas potion, and burped afterward.

this……

Everyone who was originally ready to run away looked at each other in confusion, wondering what kind of medicine Lao Ma Gourd was selling, and what did this have to do with Changzi?

etc? ! ! !

An unsightly flash of light just passed through his mind, but it was too late. He saw the old horse stick out his butt, let out a loud roar, and dark green gas spurted out directly from his butt.

By the way, his butt is aimed at the audience.

What a bastard! Good old pony!

Everyone was furious. No matter how timely they avoided it, they all smelled a bit of the smell. I don't know if it was a psychological effect. Once the foul-smelling gas potion passed through the old horse's belly, it seemed to be several times more smelly than before.

As for those who moved a little slower and smelled too much, they rolled their eyes like dead fish.

Around the stage, there was an endless flow of all kinds of national curses and retching, but on the other side, there was singing and dancing, and people were drinking and drinking. It can be seen how foresight the ice wall that separates the two sides is.

Die to me!

We were so angry that we couldn't wait for the stench to dissipate, so we rushed to the stage, held down the old horse, and found that he had already been knocked unconscious by us.

Although everyone was angry, they couldn't help but feel a little admiration. In order to disgust everyone, he went to great lengths.

However, admiration is nothing but admiration, and sparing his life are two different things.

"I have a bottle of explosive potion here." Someone suddenly said, a bottle of shit-yellow liquid was placed in front of them. After being watched by a group for a few seconds, everyone showed a honeyed smile.

Yes, how could we miss out on this precious couple? It is unjustifiable to taste one thing without tasting another.

This rectum is not good for your health and needs to be cured (exploded).

However, everything has to wait until Lao Ma wakes up. Anyway, tie this guy up.

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