The Witcher: Weird Evolution

"Damn it! In the mighty Baron City of Donbass, there isn't even a single old brat in Wuqi Pavilion who can curse? Have they all been poisoned to mute? Is this all a primary school student's culture? Can you even find words to curse?"

The three-headed hellhound has an arrogant look on its face. It is the best at calling people nasty.

"Is there anyone to fight? There will be a lot of rewards."

Carlson wiped a cold sweat, then glanced at the people behind him and asked, but wherever his eyes passed, everyone kept dodging.

"this."

The group of old men all smiled bitterly.

"A bunch of idiots, cowards, and rubbish. If they can't speak, why don't they go back to their mother's womb and study again?"

The three-headed hellhound looked sideways at Carlson and the others, then became angry and cursed.

"Well done! Scold these sanctimonious people to death for being so pretentious."

"That's it! Take off their hypocritical masks and scold them to death."

"What a good dog, scold them to death, scold them to tears."

For a time, countless people were applauded and continued to encourage the three hellhounds, becoming everyone's mouthpiece.

"Damn it! He's just a local dog, how dare he stand on top of my Witchcraft Pavilion and shit?"

Finally, one of the elders couldn't bear it any longer. He jumped out, his face red with blood, pointing, and spittle flew out.

"Oh! You old thing, you look like a winter melon, but you are fatter than a pig. Even if you are fat, you are still so black. I would like to ask you, what brand of feed do you eat to make you look so ugly? There is no connection between the different facial features? Are you sure your freak was born as a child of your own mother?"

"You damn dog, I'll give you a little shit and you're going to start pretending? Come on, come on, good dog, come and be my mount and enjoy the humiliation of your crotch!"

"Oh! You fat old sow, you are really good at it. You are not mute, but you can also curse? It seems that your grandpa dog has underestimated you. Come on, please introduce yourself. How shameless you are. A despicable, nasty, and dirty person, right?”

"you"

The fat elder had a sense of integrity for a moment. As the elder of Wuqi Pavilion, he was so noble, but the issue of appearance was indeed a bit specific, but he was an elder anyway, so some people usually had no time to fawn over him.How dare you rub his sore feet?Although he also has a hidden poisonous tongue, his years of being pampered have made him a bit glassy.

"What are you? You can't even express yourself when you're fat? Look at you, a bald old monster with a unibrow, squinted eyes, a flat nose, a mouth like a toad, and a body like a winter melon. Look at your pitiful and irritating little appearance. , it’s really off-putting.”

"You damn dog, keep your mouth clean and please don't attack me personally."

The fat elder was so angry that his whole body was shaking. He clenched his fists and stared at the three hellhounds fiercely, as if boiling water was about to erupt at any time.

"Look at your fat face and your red face. I don't know how old you are, but you look very worried. If I were your parents, if I saw you like this when you were born, I would strangle you to death."

The three-headed hellhound rushed over, looking like a dog relying on human strength, talking incessantly, looking at the opponent sideways, and patting its paws, which was full of mockery.

"This"

For a moment, everyone was ashamed. What kind of breed were these three-headed hellhounds that could curse people so much?

"High! It's really high!"

Baron Kelin gave a thumbs up. It was obvious that the three-headed hellhound was completely different from its usual obedient appearance, and he was dumbfounded for a moment.

"Fat toad, look at the pimples on your face. They are still black pimples. I am really afraid that your pimples will burst out with disgusting serous fluid and damage my noble dog body. Please respect yourself and stay away from me. Really? I’m afraid of being infected by your ugly disease.”

"You damn dog, you are impatient with life, aren't you?"

"Yeah! I'm so handsome that I'm impatient. If you have the ability, give me a try. Don't think that because you are ugly and exude a disgusting stench, you are great? Are you arrogant? Are you blessed? Tell me. For people like you, when I scold you, I am purifying your soul."

"You damn dog"

At this moment, the fat elder's mentality was completely broken. He probably couldn't withstand the incessant attack of the three-headed hellhounds. He was already at a loss for words. Before he could curse, the three-headed hellhounds took over his words. "What? What a pathetic fat bald man. You can't even curse people. Don't think that just because you become the elder of Lich Pavilion, you can do whatever you want. I tell you that you can't. Has someone died in your family? Greetings to you, Grandpa Dog, for being so diligent. Three It's okay to come and block the door at two o'clock in the day. Are you waiting for a poop? Do you want Grandpa Dog to reward you with a poop?"

"you you you"

"Please call me the noble, invincible, handsome, handsome, respectful, lovely, three-headed hell dog messenger grandpa who exudes the aura of king and domineering, you're welcome!"

"me me me"

The fat elder was so angry that his face turned purple, and his body kept shaking. At the same time, he kept retreating, and his bloated body staggered and fell to the ground.

"What are you doing? This messenger hasn't officially started yet!"

"You damn dog, I give up. I admit that I'm not as cheap as you."

The fat elder was helped up. The two elders hurriedly patted his chest and back. They whispered comfort and encouragement, indicating that the fat elder should continue to fight the three-headed hellhound. Unexpectedly, the fat elder could no longer bear it. His mentality had already changed. It collapsed, so I just gave up.

"I'm so sorry! That Lich Pavilion made you laugh so hard."

Seeing the fat elder admitting defeat, the three-headed hellhound clasped his fists.

"Second round Stefan Fang wins."

Then the mysterious man in black hurriedly announced Stefan Fang's victory, but unlike the first round, even if it was a draw in the first round, the Iron Shell Crab was subjected to endless performances.

At this moment, the three-headed hellhound is standing in the eyes of everyone. He is wearing sunglasses, a big gold chain, and the hair on the top of his head is shiny. He stands on his legs and walks straight. He also puts on a handsome pose, ready to welcome everyone. performance.

"cut!"

"what!"

"What the hell!"

Unexpectedly, what was waiting for was not a performance by everyone, the whole audience was booing.

"Damn it, this messenger has hard work despite no merit. I am so scolded that you treat me like this. I am really going to be depressed. You can't bear to treat such a simple, cute, innocent, kind, and innocent little dog. ?"

"."

As soon as these words came out, the scene was deathly quiet, so quiet that you could hear a needle drop.

"Okay! Forget it if you don't perform. After all, the road to genius can withstand as much slander as it can withstand the performance. A group of ignorant humans should be jealous as much as they can!"

"You're done with this, dead dog, aren't you? Back off!"

At this moment, Stefan couldn't help it anymore and started yelling.

"Okay! Woof woof woof"

Then the three hellhounds barked in embarrassment and ran away.

"We really can't beat this game, so we're willing to admit defeat."

"Then it's your turn to ask questions in the third round."

Stefan made an inviting gesture.

"The third game! If I win, won't it be a draw? I don't know how to deal with it then?"

Carlsen suddenly had an idea. Because the first game was a draw, if he won the third game, wouldn't he be in a draw again?
"Do you want to win the third game? I'm afraid you're overthinking it."

Stefan smiled coldly, but he couldn't hide the confidence and calmness on his face. (End of chapter)