MTL - The War of Resistance - Chapter 33 mouth owes him the price

Qiao Zhiya is a hybrid. Before he was born, his elf father wanted him to have a strong physique unique to dwarfs; his dwarf mother wanted him to have a tall body unique to elves. And then he was born, his features delicate and beautiful, his body weak and thin… his strength at the peak of the dwarfs!

Then he crossed. With his beloved little hammer, we walk along females-who-is-as-tall-as-he-is and male-who-is-a-head-taller-than-him-on-average future… blue, thin mushroom wants to go home.

Chu Rong: picked up a small dwarf who always wants to run away. Its cute, wanna drag home.

Qiao Zhiya: ??? Mama, there’s a pervert!

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Take a step, experience 10,100 times, basic stance advanced to yellow stance!Swing a punch, experience 10,100 times, basic boxing method advanced to yellow boxing method!Take a powerful pellet, experience 100100 times, cultivation level from quenching body third level to quenching body sixth level!Take a look at the sword intent on the sword mark stone, experience 100100 times, successfully comprehend the first level sword intent!……Jiang Chen crossed the other world and accidentally got the 100 times cultivation system, he is getting stronger all the time!The basic martial arts skills can be upgraded to the heavenly level by walking around and waving a fist!The first thing you can do is to take a pill and your cultivation will grow faster than a rocket!It’s hard to understand the law of sword intent? Is it difficult to become an alchemist? I have a hundred times the cultivation system, it’s just a matter of minutes!Jiang Chen has a hundred times the cultivation system in his hand, from now on, he will beat all disobedience!

[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.

The Night Has Come, and kermesinus moon ascends in the sky.Hoarse whispers flow at the street corners, and brass steam machines spew out bloody mist.Your brain is singing a hymn, eyes are chanting a melody.Skin cracks, and flesh buds swell.Amidst the Mist, the wall of flesh that has devoured thousands of corpses wails endlessly—“Weep not, our players don't bite, they just want to play with you.”Annan, the lone strategist, the top player, the savior of the mist-covered continent, the leader of the Thirteen Saints, the friend of the Twelve True Gods, the king of pioneers, “the Just”, the Gatekeeper of the Fourth Calamity, the uncrowned deity, advised kindly.