About the Matter That I Joined the Evil Organization

"No way (chewing)."

The Clown King was a little confused.

Pyramids are stacked on top of each other, and the tower body is square with a large bottom and a small top.

The rocks used in the pyramids are huge, with a height of more than one meter and a length of three meters. Although it is not sure how deep it is, it is not a solid building no matter how you look at it.

It's not that they haven't tried the hardness of the walls, although they didn't intend to do the stupid thing of monkeys breaking down high-tech items.

He also knocked on the outer wall while recovering the rhizome, but there was no movement at all. The Clown King immediately looked at his right foot.

Bite the root together with the girl, and looked at the square rock in front of him. Because of his foot, the texture of bricks appeared on the flat surface, and the bricks moved slowly one by one. It's uneven.

He spat out the chewed scum, not to mention the clown king, now he also looked at his right foot.

Small uneven bricks overlap each other, and after a while, a circular arched entrance appears in front of you.

"What should I do, senior clown (chewing)?"

"Master Nuonuo is still required to formally explore the goblin ruins. At most, we are only exploring the way. What are valuable, important, and taboo in this ruins can only be mastered by Mr. Nuonuo."

The Clown King spit the chewed root residue into the trash can, and then stuffed the trash can into the ripples in the air.

He wondered if perverts and gays would be interested in the root dregs chewed by the clown king, like in TV dramas where big pancakes were made with bath water, but people scrambled for them... This chewed dregs soaked in water, let The General also made a few clown brand pies, and I don't know how many people want them.

Bath water and saliva, the saliva should feel cleaner.

Oh, it's not that he was looking for money, but that he accidentally kicked out the entrance to the ruins, and suddenly he was in a dilemma.

At this time, dozens of spears were suddenly thrown from three directions, and the group of natives seemed dissatisfied with their violation of their holy land.

The Clown King seemed reluctant to use his magic hat to catch these shit sticks. The general even slapped a nine-level typhoon to protect his stove sanitation. The girl frowned and wanted to summon the flame whip but suddenly ran to him behind.

The sound of booming and booming continued.

"What are you doing?" No. 2 asked the girl, looking at the thrown spear, wiped the cold sweat off her head, and subconsciously covered her nose.

Even if the eight [beep] spears turned back into a black cloak, which completely insulated from odors and smells, and could chew roots through the mask, he still couldn't help but react instinctively.

That is a tasteful spear, but I don’t know if the one used on it is self-sufficient or produced by those animals in this rainforest. Seeing how they like to play with this kind of spear smeared with feces, he feels that he will let the engineering skeletons explode. They are also for their own good.

The hole is bigger, so it will be convenient for self-production and self-sale in the future.

If social civilization is to progress, productivity must be increased, although social progress and its internal basis are basic social contradictions, that is, the contradictory movement between productivity and production relations, economic base and superstructure.

This is the fundamental driving force of social progress, advancing a social form to another higher social form.

Improving productivity is in line with the interests and aspirations of this group of indigenous people. Well, this is getting more and more outrageous.

"Let you protect (chew)." The girl raised the root in her hand.

Because he holds the rhizomes in both hands, he doesn't have any extra hands to summon the flame whip. It always feels like the girl wants to convey this meaning to him.

No. 2 rolled his eyes wildly, so Xuan was not mad at the girl, this time the other party moved quickly, seeing that she was hiding behind him, and the falling spear was already in front of him.

"It's disgusting."

With the help of glasses, he could see these javelins clearly, and he could even see what color of shit was smeared on them.

If his interests are wider and his taste is stronger, he can let "Mr. Jill" analyze the feces and judge the health of these aborigines through the feces.

As No. 2 said, it's disgusting, what kind of weapon is not good for this... I originally wanted to help the indigenous people increase their productivity, but now I don't feel like this.

There were countless ripples in front of the unprecedented, and all the spears were connected in. In short, let the spears that attacked him come from and go.

"Come from somewhere, then... let's go back, Nan Wusan, is it from Amitabha Buddha? Is it or is it from A(ē)?"

Incorporate the throwing spears into the space of the Necronomicon, and then return these spears to the natives who threw the javelins based on the ballistic trajectory calculated by "Girl Jun".

Another wave of natives were driven away. This was because the clown king didn't make a move, and the general was merciful. He just let them blow themselves up (chrysanthemum), and No. 1 pretended that they couldn't use force.

Obviously, the natives who came this time seemed to be elites, but compared with the miscellaneous soldiers in a famous game who were more difficult to deal with than the boss, the treatment of all miscellaneous soldiers was indeed different.

The most important thing is the image problem. The image of the indigenous people wearing grass skirts is really too weak.

"Maybe it's Ah Ba (chewing)."

The girl who answered him didn't care too much about these things. She really didn't know which one was right.

It's just...she can still chew the roots now, although it tastes like iced sugarcane, but she has seen shit stick guns falling from the sky, so how can she have any appetite for chewing.

Number 2 thinks girls are big-hearted too.

Even the general couldn't get up, even though he didn't let a single person come within ten meters of the simple stove...

Well, he felt he had to put it another way.

The general's stove and the direction west of the pyramid building is one of the directions thrown just now, and it was completely blown away by the hurricane from the general's slap.

A large piece of bare wasteland was directly exposed, and the strong wind uprooted these hundred-year-old trees and piled them up 500 meters away, forming a natural earth wall.

The length is at least 800 meters, and the width is unknown, but the height is almost 50 meters.

Building a 50-meter-high wall is just a slap in the face of the general. Although it is not as good as the [city wall] built by a group of giants hand in hand, No. 2 thinks it is already very spectacular.

Having nothing to do, he still looked at the entrance and exit he kicked out. The gloomy passage was not lit, and even with the multifunctional glasses, he could only see a cloud of fog inside.

If there is no authority in this area, No. 2 will not want to go in at all.