"I'm a! Your uncle's ~~~~~! ”

Mu Yi's hand was on the slate, and with a little force, as expected, the slate was pressed down, and what Mu Yi didn't even have time to react was that a long straight round metal cone stabbed out like lightning from the hole that he didn't know what it was used for, and pierced directly through Mu Yi's palm, and blood splashed for a while. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

Although the pain of such a cone is indeed beyond the patience of ordinary people, it is not unbearable for Mu Yi, the reason why Mu Yi scolded the street is that at the moment when this sharp cone pierced into Mu Yi's palm, Mu Yi's body was filled with a feeling of numbness from the outside in, and the starting point of the numbness was his right hand, and Mu Yi found that he couldn't do anything except scolding the street, so Mu Yi opened his mouth to scold the street because he was pit by the flashing designer again, It wasn't the pain that came from my hand, which had been weakened countless times but was still painful.

The palm of the hand was pierced, and the blood effect that was usually weakened to almost imperceptibly because of the limitation of the degree of blood was actually as if Mu Yi's body-related blood clotting ability had disappeared, and it looked like Mu Yi was squirting into the hole below at this time, and it was not even flowing but spraying, and Mu Yi could even judge from that flow which artery should be cut to have that effect.

Mu Yi's blood that didn't need money quickly filled the hole, overflowed, and flowed down the platform, the dizziness caused by blood loss had already made Mu Yi's body automatically feel weak, but the palm of his hand was pierced by a sharp cone, and his body lost control, Mu Yi didn't even feel this feeling of weakness, his body fell directly towards the platform with instinct, Mu Yi looked at his blood bar like the chest of a woman over thirty-five years old, but he couldn't do anything.

It seemed that he had absorbed Mu Yi's blood, and the sharp metal cone pierced from the stone platform was retracted, and Mu Yi could even hear the piercing sound when the cone that was not recovered quickly rubbed against his hand bones, the kind of sound that would make his heart tremble, and at this time, Mu Yi's blood volume was still more than four hundred points, less than two percent.

"I'll go! Your uncle's! Mu Yi let out a sigh, immediately moved away from the platform, quickly poured the recovery potion into his mouth, and held his right hand with palpitations, at this time the wound on his right hand had recovered, and the pain from the physiological level naturally did not exist, but Mu Yi still held his right hand, and his thumb and index finger pressed his pierced palm from both sides. It's like being hit by oil dots when stir-frying, the pain is only momentary, but most people will still press it for a long time, and the psychological pain will not dissipate immediately like the physical pain.

Mu Yi's blood is not enough to cover the entire stone platform through the flow, but at this time, I don't know what force is pulling the entire small stone platform, and the soft halo has emanated again, but this time there is Mu Yi's blood coating on the platform, and what is emitted is a bright and transparent red, of course, it is not because this is Mu Yi's blood is not a demonic red, but because the blood coating is too thin, Therefore, the soft halo emitting through the coating is really not strange.

A deep voice of digital simulation sounded, startling Mu Yiyi.

"Detect! Non-dwarven blood! Please provide Dwarven bloodline related items! ”

"Detect! Non-dwarven blood! Please provide Dwarven bloodline related items! ”

"Detect! Non ~~~"

This tone basically means that if Mu Yi, a fallen elf, doesn't come up with something related to the dwarf race, I'm afraid that things like sanctions and destruction will come soon, of course, this voice didn't say anything, but Mu Yi knew very well that if he really couldn't provide anything, the result would be only bad compared to what he expected!

Hurriedly waved his hand and threw the gold coin of the twin goddesses on top of the thin film of blood.

"Dwarven bloodline elemental detected! Checking the Bloodline Elemental Permission Level! ”

"Dwarf level test complete! Discover the Dwarven King's bloodline! Bloodline Authority Level 4! ”

"Hello! Inheritor of the King! Welcome to Mosuoli! The land of the dwarves' ancestors! ”

"Hello!" Mu Yi hurriedly reached out and retrieved his twin goddess gold coins.

"Identify the dwarven bloodline as level four! The inheritor's bloodline is minus two levels! The Inheritor is currently Level 2 Authority! ”

Mu Yi was stunned by what this deep voice said, and asked, "What?" You're too hasty with addition and subtraction, aren't you? What the hell is the negative level of permission? A second-level enemy? ”

"The data calculations used in Mosuo are advanced! There will be no sloppy calculations! And the inheritor's explanation of the negative two levels is completely correct! Negative clearances belong to enemy privileges! ”

"Alright! Then I'm going to accept the inheritance now! Mu Yi was really lazy to talk nonsense with an artificial intelligence, but the word artificial intelligence flashed in Mu Yi's heart, and his eyes suddenly widened. The dwarves have not succeeded in their research on artificial intelligence, right!? All they did was use the brains of living beings to create technology that temporarily enabled machines to gain intelligence, so that means that the voice that was talking to them should be a brain?

"Legacy Project Search!"

"Gun Master! Detect the inheritance class for the insertion of a single class later! The danger is uncontrollable! Does the Inheritor choose to continue the Legacy Quest? ”

"What if I choose no? Can I choose other Legacy Quests? ”

"Can't! If the inheritor chooses no, they will be teleported to the nearest main city waypoint! ”

"Yes!" Mu Yi rolled his eyes and said in his heart: "Then what are you talking to me?" There's no other job transfer to do, and you're talking nonsense with me here? It's all become "artificial intelligence", and so much nonsense! ”

"Legacy quests are being generated! Inheritors later, please! ”

"Okay!" Thinking that he was actually communicating with a brain, Mu Yi's tone eased up, and he didn't complain as casually as before.

"The Legacy Dungeon has been generated! Inheritors are asked to choose whether or not to join the dungeon now! ”

"Join?" Mu Yi was keenly aware of the use of this word.

Joining, entering, these are two completely different concepts, entering is a normal copy, the player directly enters the copy space, and joining means that there is already a copy of other players, and the player himself is halfway in! And there will be a great possibility that players need to have some very bad communication or even conflict with other players, or this is something that will happen, and fighting against players is not so simple, if it was before the update, no one on the one side of Mu was afraid, but now after the update, the musketeer has been reduced to a rookie sewer profession!

"That's right! Players will enter a battlefield! There's a chance you'll meet a player who has accepted another class change! ”

"What a chance?"

"The current data does not allow the probability to be calculated!"

"Good!" Mu Yi didn't plan to give up, but after asking, he naturally agreed with this voice.