C309 I Kill Myself
C309 I Kill Myself
"Could it be, that scum shell is the real Guardian Spirit?!"
"Could it be, could it be that I f * cking recognized the wrong opponent!"
"What's the point of me living?"
Cardhu chuckled dryly and began to interrogate himself directly into the depths of his soul.
This kind of quality had completely destroyed Cardhu's strong psychological defenses.
As the saying goes, break a dam by a thousand miles.
Cardhu was in a similar situation.
Life was not going to end like that. Like a fool, he mistaken his opponent, and even did something as stupid as injuring his opponent 1000 or 800 times. He used all of the methods he had to deal with the Guardian Spirit on this unknown enemy.
Cardhu looked at the black triangular fragment in his hand and the wound that was still bleeding. His vision turned black and there was a sullen feeling in his chest.
Without even waiting for the giant Dung Beetle to make a move, his body shivered. It was unknown if it was out of anger or despair, but he rolled his eyes and stomped on the ground.
Plop!
The sound of something heavy landing on the ground rang out. The hundred or so kilograms of corpses fell to the ground, stirring up clouds of dust.
For some reason, his beggar attire and a layer of thick dust coating his body made him look extremely peaceful in this environment. Harmonic.
He, Cardhu, the genius that the Black God School had bestowed upon him, had actually angered him to death!
The green and ghastly green of the scum looked at this scene with its two compound eyes, and was stunned.
It happened so fast that its not-so-smart brain nearly crashed.
How did this little bug die just like that? Isn't it constantly calling me?
Was I too handsome, and after seeing my handsome face, I was so excited that I died on the spot? Or is my aura too strong?
Could it be that my firm act of pooping was right?
The years of pooping helped me to accumulate powerful biological weapons. I am a genius.
The green dung man's compound eyes rumbled as he silently praised himself in his heart. He also decided to carry out this shitty operation for ten thousand years without wavering!
Long live!
Crash.
Suddenly, there was an abnormal movement from the hole in front of him. This scared the green Dung Beetle so much that it flapped its wings and hummed as it flew three feet into the air.
This couldn't be blamed on it being cowardly, how could the matters of the Guardian Spirit be called cowardly?
This was called being steady!
This was being cautious!
If it were not for the fact that it was deeply rooted in this path, how would it be able to happily inherit the identity of a ancestor Guardian Spirit and happily carry out its own hobby — — Asshole project — in this tiny little world.
One had to know that in this world, there was a group of troublesome citizens who were jealous of its identity and wanted to kill it at all times!
Those bunch of dead bugs, hmph, when I master my Godly Turtle Technique, I will definitely poison all of you to death!
The Dung Shelled Man became even more determined, flapping his wings even more frequently. He waited until he estimated the distance before he used his compound eyes to look down.
If the ones coming out from below were those strange insects, it would have immediately escaped to pay its respects without saying a word.
Without mastering the divine arts, he would never come out of seclusion!
If it was anything else, he would think about it first.
Huala ~
A large hand with a fine wooden texture poked out from the rubble. The green dung hulk in the sky stared at the wooden hand, its compound eyes filled with an unprecedented desire.
At this moment, it felt that the poop it loved the most was not attractive in front of this wooden hand.
It smells so good, I want to eat it.