Warlord of Chaos

Soaking in the cool river water, Hanjin has a very refreshing feeling. Although the flowing river will take some heat and cause unnecessary loss, but the body is too dirty, and today he is reborn. In the days, it is symbolic to wash away the dust of the old days.

Stillberg didn't come down, he sat by the river, staring at the flowing river, and fascinated.

“What are you thinking about?” Han Jin asked curiously. After these things, he had already regarded Stillberg as his friend.

"Young master, the mercenary is too prestige." Stillberg was full of admiration: "Svanty is usually bullied everywhere, but in front of others, even the fart is not dare to put, hehe..."

For a moment, Steelberg added another sentence: "Young Master, when can we be as prestige as he is."

"In the future, we will not be bullied by anyone!" Han Jin said slowly.

"Oh." Stillberg said, but his tone is very stubborn. Obviously, he does not believe in Hanjin's promise. This can't blame him. Han Jin is now a broken aristocrat who can't solve even food and clothing. If you switch to any one person, you will not believe Han Jin’s words.

"You can also wash it down." Han Jin smiled and shifted the subject.

"Okay." Stillberg stood up and dragged his clothes, went around Hanjin, and screamed into the river, but he quickly struggled to climb ashore.

"What's wrong?" Han Jin asked.

"Pain..." Stilberg said with a grin, and he had just slammed a fight in the evening. He left a lot of bruises on his body, and he was stirred by the river, and he was so painful as a needle.

"Forbearance and forbearance." Han Jin whispered: "Be sure to wash, we can't be as old as before."

"Young Master, I know." Stillberg said in his mouth that he was actually a little confused, what is the relationship between taking a bath and not being as mixed as before?

Han Jin was soaked in the river for a few hours before and after, and it was washed earlier than Steelberg, who was later launched. When he came ashore, Stillberg was sitting on the side of the campfire and concentrated on what was fascinating. .

"What is that?" Han Jin smelled a faint aroma, and the spirit immediately rose.

"It's cassava, young master." Stillberg smiled. "Don't you let me go to the town to get two pieces of clothes? When I came back, I dug a few pieces of cassava in the old Tom's field."

Han Jin picked up the clothes that Steelberg had 'taken' back, shook it, put it on his body, and looked at the cassava that had been cooked, and swallowed his mouth. Food is energy. He needs energy too much. First, he must transform and forge his body. This body has too low digestion and absorption capacity, and the energy utilization rate is less than 20%. Secondly, it will absorb the magic in the future. Crystal preparation, and this requires energy to support.

"Young master, this is cooked." Stillberg used a wooden stick to pick up a piece of cassava and sent it to Han Jin.

Han Jin was not polite. He stripped the black skin from the outside and took the cassava for a few mouthfuls. Then he did it himself and destroyed the rest of the cassava.

Stilberg smiled and said it was good. It was a feeling, and it was not good to listen. This is slavery. It is more happy to see Hanjin eating than he is.

“What else?” Han Jin asked softly.

"Young master, not eating?" Stillberg hesitated: "Then I will dig some more?"

"Well, let's go, it's better to dig more." Han Jin nodded. Several cassava contained little energy, and his digestion and absorption capacity was very poor. Now the energy accumulated is just over a little. Nothing is enough.

"Okay." Stillberg jumped up and ran towards the upper reaches of the river.

The cassava land that Steelberg said is not far from here. About half an hour or so, Steelberg rushed back and asked for the same broken clothes in his hand, wrapped in two clothes. More than ten pieces of cassava.

Han Jin pours the cassava into the campfire, pulls it with the twigs for a while, and regardless of whether the cassava is cooked or not, picks one out of the feeling, peels off the cassava skin, and sighs while eating.

Stillberg's smile gradually became stiff. He had never seen the young master eat so much. A piece of cassava was eaten two or three times, then the next one, like a wind and a cloud, in the blink of an eye, he brought back twenty. There are only three pieces of cassava left.

"You will dig some more." Han Jin Chang sighed: "Well... no hurry, you ate these cassava, then take a break and go."

"Young master, you haven't eaten yet?" Steelberg exclaimed.

"Let you go, don't ask so much."

"Oh..." Steelberg said with a wry smile: "But... young master, usually old Tom knows that we are poor, so we will not say anything when we dig cassava, but I will go again... we will make old Tom Fire."

"How do you stare at him? Is it only him who grows cassava in the whole town?"

"Going to someone else's land?" Stillberg widened his eyes. People are bullying and hard. Before Steigenberg was too hungry to go to the town outside the town to look for something to eat, the farmers caught the general meeting and beaten a beat, only the old Tom never did, and over time, Stillberg made a habit and picked old Tom to be a curse.

"How?" Han Jin did not understand what was so surprising.

"Okay..." Stillberg stood up with a bite. Before he was young and running fast, he was always caught. There should be nothing wrong with it now.

"You eat the cassava first, take a break and then go." Han Jin whispered.

When Steelberg came back with a whole pack of cassava again, he was exhausted and exhausted. He put the cassava down, and he fell into his dreams. He slept until the morning dawn, and then opened his eyes. I remembered that I was too tired last night, and I forgot to be good night with the young master. I looked around and looked for Han Jin’s figure. When I saw the surrounding scene, I immediately became stunned.

The cassava that came back last night was gone, leaving only a lot of cassava skin, and Han Jin was soaking in the river, his eyes closed, as if people were not aware of it.

"Young Master!" Steelberg jumped up and rushed to Hanjin and rushed over.

Hearing the voice of Stillberg, Han Jin slowly opened his eyes, and a strange light flashed in his eyes. Last night, he absorbed some energy, all of which was used to transform the body. The foundation of this body is too bad. It can be described as overwhelming.

Raphael’s face turned pale and now turned into a white, giving a very pure feeling;

Both Raphael and Stillberg are black hair and hair, but now Steilberg's hair is like a pile of weeds, and Hanjin's hair is silky and silky. bright.

The original ribs on the chest have become looming, and the whole body has expanded like a blow, at least more powerful than the current Steelberg.

The biggest change is temperament. Once timid, cowardly, self-defeating, etc., Han Jin’s mouth, eyebrows, cheeks, and even every move are all so mature and natural, with a kind of cynicism. Free and easy.

Seeing Hanjin is fine, Stillberg is relieved, but the next moment, his eyes are smashed again, how can the young master become so beautiful? !

Han Jin took out a small cobblestone from the river and put it in his hand. He suddenly licked his hand and the pebbles spurted out. He made a series of harsh screams and hit a sycamore tree across the river. Finally, it turned into countless gravel, and the sycamore tree trembled fiercely. The leaves fell like raindrops. On the trunk hit by the cobblestones, a shallow hole with a bowl size appeared.

is acceptable! Han Jin nodded with satisfaction. Compared with the melee way, throwing can save a lot of energy, because the throwing needs only an instant release. Now there is not much energy left, but enough for him to take out more than a dozen of the same power. The cobblestones are gone.

"Steelberg, you are not saying that there are low-level Warcraft in the woods? Go, take me to go." Han Jin said slowly.

"God... Master, you... Who did you learn from this?" Steelberg screamed in surprise and joy.

“Is it strange?” Han Jin smiled: “There will be a lot of things that will make you strange in the future.”