"I still hope to learn some great skills from these guys! One dies faster than the other."

Ning Yue shrugged his shoulders, looked at the ruins around him, and couldn't help but shake his head, complaining: "What can I do with this kind of place? I can't clean up these construction waste alone, right? There are still a few palaces, but without electricity, there will be no lights, no electrical appliances, no network, no entertainment, but how can I live there?"

Ning Yue complained for a few moments before hearing a voice, and said in a muffled voice: "There can be a lot of things here!"

"I'll go!"

Ning Yue suddenly turned around and saw a little monster with dark all over his body. He carefully identified it for a long time before he realized that it was a pig. He thought about it and immediately shouted, "Are you the second senior brother of Luo Yan?"

From wearing colorful lights, a fire line ran into a black carbon roasted suckling pig. Although the pig looked miserable, its momentum was still arrogant. It hummed and roared: "I am a fire pig in the super-level divine beast room, not a second senior brother."

Ning Yue couldn't help but reach out and poke the little black pig. Seeing that it had no intention of dodging, he poked it twice more and explained patiently: "The second senior brother is better than the fire pig in the room! Don't you consider changing your name?"

After Ning Yue stabbed seven or eight times, the "super-level divine beast" could no longer be posed and fell to the ground. He couldn't stop humming: "I am a fire pig in the super-level divine beast room, not the second senior brother. You stinky brat dare to poke me with your fingers, and I will burn you to death in minutes!"

Ning Yue had seen this "second senior brother" with great might. At that time, the pig was wearing colorful light and forcibly struggling to break out a bloody path in Xu Xun's dimensional battlefield. I don't know how many statues he knocked over. In the end, although he was defeated by the three-headed and six-armed statue, he was also able to move forward and retreat easily and withdrew calmly.

Now I was stabbed by one finger and couldn't stand up. I was obviously seriously injured, just holding on to the air.

"Your master is dead, you are fine yet. You look very strong!"

This mini mini version of "Second Brother Second Senior, he didn't continue to show off his might and suddenly burst into tears: "Sister Yan! Sister Yan, why did you throw yourself down the small room? No one will hold me to sleep in the future?"

The "second senior brother" cried miserably, Ning Yue couldn't help but feel sympathy, and reached out to pick up the pig, patted it and said, "I'll hold you well in the future, as long as you are willing to take a shower!"

The fire pig's limbs twitched for a while and foamed at the mouth. After a long time, he recovered and shouted: "It hurts and it hurts... Don't pat me, it hurts so much! If you dare to shoot me, I will burn you to death in minutes. Also, I won't want a stinky man to accompany me. If you dare to go to my bed, I will burn you to death in minutes!"

Ning Yue said a little sorry: "I didn't mean it. Do I want me to use some medicine to help you heal your wounds? Yunnan Baiyao or green ointment specializing in treating scalds will be effective for your injuries!"

"I-no-need-need! Just give me a few days, and I can practice and recover myself. What I want to eat, the more I eat, the better. Come over for me quickly! Also, put me down quickly, otherwise I will burn you to death in minutes!"

Ning Yue put the pig who was seriously injured and still imposing, and put the pig on the ground, touched his head awkwardly, and said, "Okay, I'll get some food for you."

Ning Yue slapped his hands and made a squat posture. He tried to concentrate according to the method taught by Xu Xun.

After a few dozen minutes, the Shihuozhu had already scolded the idiot for thousands of times. Ning Yue was already sweating all over his body, but he still failed to open the dimensional battlefield.

"It must be something wrong. Xu Xun missed something and didn't tell me!"

"I'm stupid! You're just a fool. The way to enter and exit the dimensional battlefield is so simple. If it weren't for this dimensional battlefield, how could you see you silly here? I'd been out looking for food long ago."

Although Ning Yue didn't think he was very smart, he felt humiliated by being called a fool by a pig. Even if this little pig was a super-level beast, he still couldn't stand it. He simply put down his hands, yelled back, and shouted: "Shut up, since you know if you don't know, what dimensional battlefield you, a pig, know."

The fire pig in the fire was furious and stood up, yelling: "Of course I know! Of course I know... Of course I... Of course I know!" The black charcoal pig roared twice, and suddenly started to cry again, screaming with anger: "Sister Yan gave me her dimensional battlefield before she died. Of course I know what the dimensional battlefield is, and I have it myself! Sister Yan! Sister Yan, why did you throw it down the small room? Will the small room become a poor pig that no one wants? Will no one hold me to sleep in the future?"

Ning Yue couldn't stand this super crying little pig, so he continued to put his palms together and tried hard to concentrate. This time he was lucky. After a few minutes, he focused his energy on a mysterious point, and then he retreated from the dimensional battlefield with a loud bang in his mind.

"Wow! I finally left that ghost place! No need to be with that one, either pretending or crying little black pig, it's really good..."

Before Ning Yue could breathe a sigh of relief, he heard a hum. He suddenly turned around and saw a black pig at his feet looking at him with a fierce look.

Ning Yue called out a haha, and immediately changed the topic, pointed at a not far away, shouting: "There is something delicious there, can we eat in the past?"

"I'm so painful that I can't walk!"

"I'll hold you, I'll hold you!"

"Don't shoot randomly on me, or I'll burn you to death in minutes!"

"I know, I know..."

Ning Yue was holding the fire pig in the room. Of course, he didn't go to any place to sell food. Although he didn't know the pig's appetite, even if he thought about it according to the most optimistic standards, this super-level divine beast was super capable of fighting, so he had to have the appetite of a "second senior brother".

Ning Yue didn't have much pocket money in total. Even if he took it out, he couldn't buy much food, so his plan was... a pig! Of course, it was just a slurry! Find a restaurant behind and just go to eat this little pig. He didn't care about it. If he didn't have enough, he would go to eat another one. There were so many restaurants, so he fed this little black pig.

Of course, the fire pig in the room didn't know. Ning Yue really regarded it as a pig and kept shouting: "I want to eat the best things. I have never eaten rough food since I was a child. Don't fool me with junk food, otherwise I will burn you to death in minutes!"

"I know, I know, I will take you to eat well... Um!"

Ning Yue's face suddenly changed drastically, and he shouted fiercely: "You are a pig, don't talk! You will be seen as a monster."

Ning Yue roared very loudly. He had not noticed that he was talking to a little pig quietly, and immediately bet on his eyes. Shihuozhu blinked innocently, hummed a few times, and showed an innocent expression on his face, "How could I talk? You are all talking by yourself!", which made Ning Yue look like a madman talking to himself.

ps: I was looking forward to everyone’s opinions, but everyone just had “opinions” and suddenly felt particularly moved.

I've been in this industry for almost fifteen years...

Readers fifteen years ago hope that the author can write well and hope to get happiness from the story. Before the Great Ape King, I had almost never received bad reviews. I was very proud of this and thought I would never have bad reviews.

Ten years ago, readers began to feel that they knew better than the authors and wanted to guide the authors how to write. I used to think I did something wrong, but soon I discovered that almost every author faced this problem. Readers no longer looked forward to the author's story, but were looking forward to guiding the authors and putting themselves above the authors.

Readers five years ago no longer expect the author's story, nor even their own story. They just want to vent, constantly vent, treat the author as a trash can for venting. They can no longer find works that have not been abused by readers, nor can they find authors who have not been scolded by others.

I just want to write a book to make myself happy and to make the readers who read books happy. If I fail to do it, it would be great if everyone is not happy? But now, every reader is not happy. I even think you have never thought about finding happiness, but have different ways to find unhappiness. You will be angry, angry, sad, and there will be many negative things, but there is no happiness.

Smart readers, can you tell me how to make you happy?

I know that many people’s answer is: we will be happy when you are unlucky.

But I also know that that is not real happiness...
Chapter completed!