Chapter 25： Soldier (1/2)
”Exactly!” Moxico's look is very solemn. The wooden stick in his hand points to Steigenberg in front of him: ”The calm lake can't train a skilled sailor; the comfortable environment creates an epoch-making hero. So if you can be a strong one day, the first person to thank, of course, is the one who has tortured you...”
”But...but I want to learn magic...” Stillberg was already crying. Just now his **** didn't know how much it was, and now it hurts. He really doesn't want to fight with Moshinko. If that can also be called fighting.
”No bones!” Mo Xinke snorted and suddenly screamed: ”Look at the sword!” The wooden stick in his hand has been stabbed out like a lightning bolt.
Stillberg hurriedly covered his **** with both hands, and the wooden stick in his hand didn't need it, but the stick of the Moxico branch only picked it lightly, and then lifted Steigenberg's left hand, then slammed it. At one click, Stillberg was hit again, hurting him to jump in place.
”Steelberg is yours, don't you?” Sasio laughed.
”That guy is a sixth-order professional. What do I use to manage it?” Han Jin shook his head and continued to do his job.
”What are you doing...?” Sasio curiously looked at Han Jin's hands.
Han Jin held the knife borrowed from Xiannier in his right hand, and pressed a gray piece of paper in his left hand. He was carefully engraved with a knife. Soon, a two-inch long paper man was formed under the knife. . Han Jin whispered a few words, while his index finger was drawn on the paper man, everything was ready, and he cried out, ”Steelberg, come over.”
”Don't fight with you, the young master called me!” Stillberg burst into tears and screamed into the scene as if he had escaped.
Han Jin first put the little paper man in Stilberg's palm, then gave a few words to the ear, a shot of Steelberg's shoulder: ”Go!”
Stillberg stared at Han Jin, then turned his teeth and ran back, picking up the stick with a slightly trembling hand.
”It's really boring...” Moxico has lost interest in tormenting people and is heading for Siniel.
”You give me back!” Stillberg shouted.
With a bang, Steelberg looked at him with a sigh of relief, and Siniel first glared at Han Jin, looking at the scene with a smile.
”Oh... you kid!” Moxenko smiled and stepped forward to Steelberg.
”You are a sixth-order professional, this...this is unfair to me!” Stillberg was forced by the momentum, and he could not help but retreat a few steps: ”We should change the way!”
”In what way?”
”I count three numbers. If you can't beat me within three numbers, even if you lose!”
”Well, Steigenberg, pray for your ass!” Moxie revealed a sneer.
”Wait a minute, wait a minute.” Stillberg was scared and took a few more steps: ”We should bet something, so that is interesting.”
”What do you say about gambling?” Mossenko saw that Steelberg was so confident, and he had a heart and eyes, and secretly looked at Han Jin, but Han Jin was sitting there with a smile on his face and a warm smile. He really can't see anything unusual.