Chapter 385 Sword God's Notes (one more)

Green hills, green water, and grass everywhere. Wap.lightnovelpub.net

Who am I, where did I come from, what was it done?

where is this place?

Wait, why those bees look so wicked and murderous!

Wow, ah, ah, ah! They are killing, I can't escape!

On January 1st, I don't know where it is, what day it was, why I used to be a pharmacist, and why I woke up in this place, maybe it was some kind of fate.

"No, it is a curse!" A teenager with a faint face tears off the first page of the notebook in front of him.

"It’s just that the pharmacist failed three passes and three re-examinations. Why am I so unlucky to appear in this place where the birds are not smashed!"

"What are the bees, what are the grasses, and the grasses, why do I know their names?"

"There is only one wooden sword in the whole body. This sword can't even beat the bees. Is it for me to die?"

"Why, there is a bonfire here, am I not dead??"

Countless questions piled up together, making the gentleman, and the teenagers around 18 years old are going crazy.

He clearly remembered that before he fell asleep, he still lamented that his 18-year-old pharmacist failed the exam. He tore the notice of failure and threw it into the trash. He then drilled into the bed and finally screamed. Go to sleep.

When I woke up, the whole world changed. He was trapped in this gorge where he didn’t know what a ghost place was. In addition to the bonfire and a small piece of wood around him, there were flying bees killing bees everywhere, and A strange grass-like essence, big grass essence.

He thought that he was dreaming, holding a wooden sword and trying to go far, and the result was a brutal and inhuman killing of the beasts. Mtlnovel.com

It’s a pity to see that as a pharmacist, his combat power is close to zero. It should be said that he has never done any kind of combat training in this life. In the face of these fast-moving, murderous bees, he blinks in a blink of an eye.

Moreover, it was not once, but it was smashed hundreds of times in a row, and was spiked to the extent of doubting life.

If these bees are used as combat strength standards, he probably doesn't even have a bee. Who told him that he is the least pharmacist in the life profession who is not good at fighting.

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On January 2nd, once again, I chose to challenge the bees. The record was zero wins and thirty defeats. The best one was to hit a bee with a sword and then be besieged to death.

What the bees are, why are you so able to go with me!

I am just an ordinary pharmacist everywhere, I don't want any **** practice. If I am here, where is the **** of the gods, I pray to you, I am willing to dedicate half of my future income to you, let me leave this **** The place!

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On January 3, recognize the reality, Yunhai, here is not a dream, not a mischief, you are trapped here, although there is an inexplicable bonfire that can be resurrected without restrictions, but you can not defeat the group of bees, Don't want to go out from here for a lifetime.

Thinking, thinking hard, there must be any way, this bonfire has magical power, even if you only have a wooden sword in your hand, there is hope to kill it!

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On January 4th, I know that there is no concept of time, not even the sunset, but I still have to calculate the time. Today is the fourth day I came to this strange world. I have to courageously challenge the group. bee!

Oh, I am wrong, the bees are too powerful, I am not an opponent!

How to do how to do?

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On January 10th, I didn't eat, no water, I was completely trapped by this campfire, so hungry, so sleepy, didn't go out for three days, did I get to the limit?

Perhaps this is also a good thing, maybe this time, I can go back.

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On the 11th of January, it’s ridiculous. I died this time by starving myself, or dead.

I am a pharmacist, I know something can be eaten, but I still starve myself once, thinking that there will be a miracle.

At the end of the verification, there is no miracle here. Even if it is not killed, it cannot return to the real world. Starving and being killed will also be resurrected by the campfire.

In this case, even if you don't want to fight, you must pick up the sword.

If this is the test of the gods, then there is only one way to break the battle - drawing the sword.

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January 12th.

I did it, even though it was the same, I killed a bee.

Feeling, it seems that I am a little stronger, is it an illusion?

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January 15th.

The fifth bee was killed, and now I can be sure that I can get something every time I kill a bee.

I don't know what it is, maybe the bee's vitality has been absorbed by me, maybe something else, but this change is beyond doubt.

Maybe it's time to make a choice, and I don't really have a choice, isn't it?

Kill, or be killed.

In addition to advancing, there is no choice to back.

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January 30th.

This is the last day of my first month of coming to this world. Some things have happened. Some things I have lost forever. Maybe I will never return to my past life.

When I chose to pull the sword and kill the murderous bees, everything would not go back.

Looking at the stars, the world is so incredible. It is clear that a month ago, I was still so weak, so scared, but now I am used to living like this.

In addition, in addition to bees, grasses, and grasses, other creatures have finally appeared in this canyon.

It was a terrible green-skinned hippo, letting all the bees, grasses, and monsters of the grassy fears. Now I am probably not one of the opponents of this green skin hippo.

Fortunately, he did not find me hiding in the bonfire, and swayed and walked over.

I calculated the combat power of this green skin hippo. The result is very pessimistic. Bees, grasses, grasses and grasses are incomparable, and the green skin hippo is a standard group creature. You see one, you have More populations are nearby.

I have a hunch that these green skin hippos may be the last obstacle for me to rush out of this canyon. Before that, I had to cultivate my swordsmanship to the limit of the ultimate.

Since killing a bee can be a little stronger, kill millions, thousands of bees, plus those more powerful grasses, if you have a great grass, you should be able to beat the green skin hippo.

In short, for my freedom, the hippo must die!

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Ps: Rest is for a more crazy outbreak, the new round of the tenth outbreak begins, the first is more first