Ten Thousand Worlds Library

Asuma tried his best to accept this fact, but it was still difficult to calm down the unyielding feeling.

This is so unfair. I could understand it the first time, but he did something like this the second time.

Why? Why? Why? Why...

Asuma kept replaying this question in his mind.

My fucking mentality is shattered.

Every time the reward is this kind of damn thing, who can resist it?

Everyone else in the bookstore was stunned and almost couldn't help but laugh out loud. Various rewards have been given out in the bookstore. This is the first time such a reward has been given, so it is inevitable that everyone will hold back their laughter.

Internal injuries.

Is this Asuma's reward?

Isn’t this too spiritual?

It seems that only Asuma can bear it.

Arrita looked at Asma who was speechless and snorted coldly: "I'm asking you a question, but you dare to treat me like air! Go to hell!"

Saying that, Arrita picked up the mace and threw it at Asuma.

The mace was powerful and heavy, accompanied by the whistling wind.

Asuma, who was already depressed to the point of vomiting blood, saw that the person he had summoned actually dared to attack him, and he suddenly became angry and attacked without any reservation.

The fist was surrounded by wind-escape chakra and struck towards Arrita.

Bang__

Arrita's mace did not hit Asma, but Asma punched her away.

Arrita's body suddenly fell to the ground, and the entire bookstore felt like an earthquake.

Asma put away his fist and turned around, cursing secretly: "MD, this is such bad luck. I'm going to draw a shit beast, and then I'm going to draw this guy. Is my luck so bad?"

Asuma's heart was bleeding.

The African chief cannot afford to be hurt. His bad luck is worse than stepping on dog poop.

At this time,

Arrita stood up, looked at Asma's back with an unprecedented brilliance in her eyes, and said excitedly: "Wait! I have something to tell you."

Asma turned his head and said angrily: "Did I say you haven't been beaten enough?"

"No."

Arrita took a step forward with enthusiasm and said: "You are the first man who can defeat me! I promise you to be my Arrita's man!"

"Gah??"

Asma: Damn it to you, you still want to be my woman, go to hell.

"Are you out of your mind?"

"I beat you and you still want to be your man?"

"Just now I thought the reward, no matter how bad it is, is no worse than a poop beast. I'm sorry, can I take it back now?" Arrita didn't wait for Asuma to reply.

Hearing that someone wanted to compete with him for Asma, the shit beast rushed in from the door and declared his sovereignty: "Smelly woman, how dare you have such evil thoughts against my master! Stop having such wishful thinking!"

Arrita hummed, "It's not the turn of a monster like you to get in the way of the man I like."

The poop beast took out a ball of poop and turned into a husband-protecting maniac. "Believe it or not, I will let you taste the power of poop now!"

"Believe it or not, I will smash you to pieces with a stick first!"

Arrita walked towards the Shit Beast with her mace in hand.

Asuma was already on the verge of crying without tears.

If in normal times, two women were jealous of him, then he would definitely be extremely happy.

But today's situation made him only want to die.

What is this?

A super disgusting poop beast and a super ugly female pirate.