"F * ck!" As soon as Wang Yu took out the item in his hand, the Quanzhen people all collapsed. "What did we say …"
"…"
The Netherworld people were also speechless.
F * cking Boss, even if you can't loot equipment, you should at least get a skill book. What the hell did you get?
"Niu … Niu Ge …" Grim Reaper's Left Hand was dumbfounded. "What is this?"
"Book of Life …"
Wang Yu glanced at the attributes of the red item in his hand and displayed it.
Book of Life: Rare item. Sign a contract with a designated target. The designated target's HP permanently increases by 10%, and the user's HP permanently decreases by 5%.
Usage Count: Unlimited
Class Requirement: Universal
"This … this is f * cking …"
Seeing the attributes of the Book of Life, everyone was depressed. The Netherworld people were so regretful that they hit their heads against the wall. Grim Reaper's Left Hand even slapped himself.
F * cking hell, you're getting retribution for talking too much! What kind of trash did you get?
Permanently increasing HP was indeed a good item for tanks, but sacrificing oneself to increase someone else's HP was very depressing …
Everyone who played the game would try to get all the good stuff, afraid that it would fall into someone else's hands. Sacrificing oneself to help someone else was not suitable for gamers at all.
As expected of me, Niu Ge. Not only is my character good, but the items I loot also have a Virgin Mary halo.
"Who wants it?" asked Wang Yu after playing with it for a while. "Who wants it?" asked Wang Yu after playing with it.
"Only a grandson wants it!"
Everyone retreated, afraid to take it.
Meow, this thing had no use limit. With the shameless faces of the Quanzhen people, whoever got it would be begging someone to farm it.
If every one of the 20 people here used it, it would be terrible.
Seeing that no one wanted to be a grandson, Spring Xiang finally stood up and said, "Since no one wants it, I'll take it."
Saying so, Spring Xiang took the Book of Life.
"Tsk tsk!" Mingdu clicked his tongue and exclaimed, "As expected of Brother Chun. You're more virtuous than these bastards. Come, Brother Chun, give me a few hits."
As he spoke, Mingdu narrowed his eyes, waiting for Chun Xiang to heal him.
The others from Quan Zhen were also eager to give it a try, especially Yin Lao Er, whose eyes were filled with anticipation.
Did you see that? This was Quanzhen. This group of grandsons really dared to take advantage of everything.
"F * ck off!" Chun Xiang pushed Mingdu away and said, "Are these for you guys?"
"Then who are you farming for?" Mingdu asked, puzzled.
"Hehe!" Chun Xiang smiled and summoned an Evil Spirit. He then used the Book of Life to attack the Evil Spirit.
A red light flashed, and the HP bar above the evil spirit's head increased by 10%.
"F * ck!"
Upon seeing this, everyone from Quan Zhen immediately understood Chun Xiang's intentions.
Chun Xiang was different from other Warlocks. This kid had put all his points into Mass, and his HP was comparable to a tank. Losing 5% of his HP did not affect him much.
One had to know that Chun Xiang's Evil Spirits were all his own, especially Chun Xiang. They were all meat shields, and their self-destruction skills were their main damage output. An additional 10% of their HP was equivalent to an additional 10% of their self-destruction damage.
Moreover, Chun Xiang had a skill called Life Sharing, which allowed him to link his HP with the HP of the summoned Evil Spirit. As long as one did not die, the other would not die either.
Chun Xiang seemed to have sacrificed 5% of his HP to farm the Book of Life for his Evil Spirit, but he was actually farming for himself.
…
Lu Xun once said, "There's always someone more despicable than you, and there's always someone more despicable than you. A trash item in Chun Xiang's hands turned into a divine weapon. What would the game designers think if they saw this?"
"F * ck, f * ck!"
Seeing Chun Xiang turn trash into treasure, everyone was envious. They shouted behind Wang Yu, "Old Cow, give me something that a Warrior can use."
"Give me something that a Mage can use!"
"Something that an Archer can use, give me a shot …"
Wang Yu's hand was so obedient. Under everyone's nagging, he fished out a skill book.
"Hey!" Seeing the skill book's attributes, Wang Yu laughed. "Now it's as you wish!"
As he spoke, Wang Yu displayed the skill book's attributes.
[Fallen Skyfall]: Rare Skill Book. Learn the rare skill [Fallen Skyfall] after using it.
Class Requirement: Universal
"F * ck! You can even loot something like this? "Everyone was convinced by Wang Yu's luck.
His luck was definitely not bad, but it was not amazing either. Anyway, he could loot all kinds of strange things, and they were guaranteed to be rare. It was just that whether or not he could use it depended on his luck.
Obviously, this time, Wang Yu's face was not too black. He actually looted a skill book that everyone could use.
Everyone had seen Falling Angel's Skill before. Although the Hell Lava hadn't hit anyone, the skill's special effect was extremely arrogant. Jumping up and smashing a player was truly a pain in the ass.
Most importantly, this was not only an attack skill, but also a movement skill. It did not matter if the hit rate was low, the key was that if he could not beat the opponent, he could still use it to escape. This was very superficial.
"Who wants this?"
Wang Yu waved the skill book and asked.
As a Grandmaster of Combat, Wang Yu walked the path of agility, so he did not lack movement skills. Even if he could not beat the opponent, he could still fly. No matter what, it was more convenient than using Fallen Angel to move. Moreover, Fallen Angel was a strength-type skill. The skill prerequisites and the stun time were too long, so Wang Yu did not want it at all.
"I want it! I want it! I want it! "
Seeing that Wang Yu did not want it, everyone raised their hands.
It was a movement skill that could attack. One more movement meant one more life. This was something that all hardcore players understood, so they naturally would not let go of this skill.
"Oh … here you go!"
Wang Yu looked around and casually threw the skill book to Death's Left Hand.
"Uh …"
Although everyone was disappointed that the skill book fell into Death's Left Hand's hands, no one objected.
After all, when fighting the boss, other than Wang Yu, Death's Left Hand and Rakshasa were the main damage dealers.
It was reasonable that Wang Yu did not throw this skill book to Death's Left Hand. In any case, Rakshasa would not fight with Death's Left Hand.
Moreover, everyone had seen how pathetic the Death God's Left Hand was when he tried to escape. If it weren't for Wang Yu, he would have been the only player killed by the Hell Lava.
As a professional player, it was fine if he was poor, but if he did not even have a movement skill, it would be a pity. No one could bear to object to giving this skill to him.
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