Chapter 195: Confession of Relatives by Dripping Blood
It all happened so quickly that everyone present didn't realize what had happened. β‘Ξ© 8) (1) Chinese Net. γοΌβ
After the figure stopped, Rodney subconsciously noticed that I was standing beside him, and there was no trace of me.
Yes, I made a shot.
Although I didn't take on the task of protecting his sister, I couldn't bear to watch a jade-like girl die tragically in front of my eyes, and besides, this girl was Rodney's own sister who had a good relationship with me.
In this way, Rodney owes me another favor, hehe.
How should he be asked to pay it back?
The corners of my mouth went up, and I smiled slyly.
Completely forgetting the surroundings, a pair of stunned eyes, and a jaw that fell to the ground one by one.
Rodney, who is worthy of being the eldest in this group, both mentally and in real age, was the first to react, with a complicated expression on his face, and said to me: "You, you just ...... degree"
Huh?
Only then did I react, and I was in a hurry to save people, and I actually exposed one of my trump cards!
No, it's not accurate to say that, the standard statement is: in a hurry to save people, I actually used the trump card that I have long forgotten!
Actually, here's the thing......
When I first reached level 4, I tried to single-handedly take on the Minotaur BSS, and that battle was not tragic, in short, by the time I was lucky enough to kill the Minotaur BSS, I had already lost most of my life.
Although I have to admit that the Minotaur BSS was hit by my talent in a near-death state and happened to hit the vital point and hung up, in the more than an hour before this, BSS's physical strength had been consumed by me, and even reached the point of running out of oil and lamp for a time!
It was this more than an hour of whirling that forced me out a unique set of trump card skills.
If you have to say that it is a skill, it is also a bit far-fetched, after all, when looking at data, it is not reflected on paper, but it can be applied in real combat.
However, it was precisely because it could not appear on the ability stats, and at the same time I paid too much attention to combat skills, that over time, the set of skills that were forced out was slowly diluted by me......
It didn't take long for me to forget about it completely.
If it weren't for the suddenness of this incident, I wouldn't even be able to remember my own set of high moves.
I call it so because the only characteristic it embodies is that it is fast, unusually fast!
In fact, the principle of its origin is very simple, that is, relying on my fighting instincts, in countless dangerous situations, to tap the potential consciousness of my legs and feet, this practice is a bit similar to the act of forcibly secreting adrenaline in order to get out of danger.
However, this practice is much safer than adrenaline.
After all, too much adrenaline can kill people, and high mobility, I've used it about four or five times, and I've never had any side effects, at most it consumes more stamina than before.
I'm also glad that I forgot the existence of this skill, otherwise I wouldn't have used the terrifying power of my left arm to destroy the entire tenth layer, and naturally it would be impossible to fall into that dangerous space, and I would not have seen the extremely terrifying nine-headed dragon, let alone get this gauntlet and the straight knife by chance.
Belch...... And my fiancΓ©e, Cagalli, with her friends, and that guy Godot.
Just thinking about it, not far away, Rodney's voice sounded again: "An Xiaoyi, isn't that degree you just a little too much... Coming soon? β
"Huh? Have it? I returned to my normal expression and looked at him in surprise.
"It's not going to ...... It's your new skill, right? Rodney guessed as he stood up and walked briskly over to Eva, helping her up and patting the sand off her clothes.
The stone shell monster standing behind Eva was frozen there, like a sculpture, a breeze blew, and I heard a few soft sounds of Titicaca, and stone cuts continued to fall from it, and after more than ten seconds, it collapsed into a piece of broken sand, and I could no longer find my previous appearance.
With two clanging sounds, two coins, one silver and one bronze, fell to the ground, reflecting a blinding light.
I picked it up and handed it to Rodney: "Your coins." β
Rodney pushed, politely refusing, "No, it's your coin." β
"Okay, that's mine."
Rodney nodded, continuing the previous question: "Is that degree of yours your new combat skill?" β
"No, that's my talent." I lied with a smile on my face.
Rodney nodded in disbelief and gave a thumbs up: "Awesome! β
I smile: this thing definitely didn't take my stats seriously yesterday.
"By the way, I happen to have something to ask you," I said to Rodney.
"What's the matter?"
"How can I get a skill?" I asked.
"Buy, go to the adventurer's base, go to the skill shop, you have it all!" "Some of them do it privately, but it's said to be expensive. β
"Uh... Sorry, but I had a problem with that," I said, "I mean, I already have a combat skills book, but I don't know how to learn it." β
"Oh, I see," Rodney said, "it's very simple, you just need to drop a drop of blood in the battle book." β
"Huh? Dripping blood to recognize relatives? "I raised my eyebrows, this setting, how does it feel a little similar to fantasy.
"The word blood recognition is well used!" Rodney pondered and couldn't help but praise: "It's so vivid. β
"It's as simple as that?" I asked.
Rodney said, "It's as simple as that. β
"Okay then." took out the shit yellow ghost painting talisman battle technique book from his arms, and swiped his right index finger lightly on the tip of the knife, and in an instant, a small opening was made.
Blood quickly poured out, dripping onto the surface of the battle book.
I stared at the book expectantly, but after waiting for a while, there was no response.
"Am I wrong?" I was a little nervous, and said to myself, "This is not a combat skill book?" β
Seeing that I stopped moving, Rodney couldn't help but be a little curious, and said, "What are you doing?" β
"Wait for the combat skills," I said, "Didn't you say that as long as you drip blood, there will be a reaction?" β
"I mean, every page!" Rodney replied, "Every page has to be dripped with your blood for it to be effective." β
"Huh? What do you mean? I was shocked and repeated word for word: "Every page has to be dripping with blood?" β
"Yes, every page!"
"I'm going to wipe it, it's like this!" I couldn't help but rejoice.
Fortunately, the number of pages in this combat skills book is small, and it doesn't take much blood, if the number of touches is similar to Cihai, you can't vomit three liters of blood to complete the recognition!