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Jugs and humans live together.

There is a special profession among human beings called Weihu Master.As the name suggests, he is a master who specializes in maintaining pots.

In this line of work, the requirements for the palm are very high, and you have to be careful.Those hands must be soft and smooth to maintain the pot.

It cannot be a rough palm.

Therefore, the Wei pot masters in the village are very popular with all kinds of pots.

Yes, all kinds of pots.There are large and small pots, most of them are warrior pots, and a small part are functional pots.For example, the explosive pot of the special attack vanguard group.

Hu's life is quite easy, after all, they have no living expenses and can still grow up.From a small pot to a big pot, the belly of the pot is getting bigger and bigger, and it can hold more contents, that is, the corpses of soldiers.

From this it becomes stronger and stronger.

The little pots look forward to being strong, and hope that one day they can also put the corpse of a qualified soldier and become a strong man.Embark on a journey and move towards a stronger realm.

The pots are kind in nature and pure in thought, and they only want to become stronger.In Gelid's arena, there is a surprisingly large cauldron, probably bigger than a giant.

It guards the arena, and it will not let other people wait in until a certain day.

The small pot is still too weak, and the body of the pot is not strong enough. If you rush out of the village, you will encounter danger.This world is not very friendly to them, and there are poachers lurking in the dark, always staring at their jug ​​fragments.

How to get pot fragments is of course breaking them.When the pot is broken, life is lost, the soul dissipates, and it can no longer stand up.

Kettle is born from death, and naturally knows what death is.

Seeking the way of survival in death, this is Hu's life.

The little pots heard that there are some big pots, joined some forces, and became real fighters. It is pretty good to think about fighting for those forces.

Jugs have limited fighting methods, they only have slender limbs that look out of proportion to their bodies, and a chubby jug body.Therefore, the way of fighting is mostly related to oneself, which seems very monotonous.

But the power should not be underestimated.

Few people can withstand a punch from the big pot.As inorganic creatures, they live happily on this land, seemingly without any troubles.

The pot master also likes the tranquility here.His daily job is to inspect these pots and then maintain them.

Wipe the body of the pot clean to see if there are any repairs that need to be made, and keep the surface of the pot smooth.

When the soft palm touches the body of the pot, it makes them feel very comfortable.It's weird, these guys still have "feelings", it's really unreasonable.

There are no lights in Hucun, because the Hus don't need them.Naturally, there is no fire or other living utensils. Since it is a village, of course there are houses.Because you know that sheltering from wind and rain can keep your body in good shape.

Therefore, Hucun is completely dark after nightfall, which also provides opportunities for poachers.

These hateful bastards showed their weapons in the dark.Since they were facing pots, they chose weapons such as war hammers and drafts.

As long as you smash the pot, grab the pieces and run away, you are successful.

However, their wishful thinking was wrong.The pots are not defenseless at all, they have arranged secret whistles.

When he saw the poachers, the little pot hidden in the dark immediately ran and shouted: "Uncle Alexander! Uncle Alexander!"

Xiaohu's chubby body was supported by two short legs. He ran like a gallop, but in fact he was not very fast, and he swayed from side to side, making it difficult to maintain his balance, as if he was about to fall.

The poacher who was chasing after three steps in parallel, waved his war hammer against the small pot, and was about to press it down.

If the weak little pot is eaten hard, it will definitely shatter.

Suddenly, a huge shadow covered the sight of the poachers.Instinctively, they stopped and looked at the shadows, and found a jug much larger than an adult falling from the sky.

Press down on them with the posture of Mount Tai pressing down on them.

"Wow wow wow!"

The poachers fled in panic, unable to utter a single sentence.

The big pot fell to the ground with a bang, and the poachers who could not escape in the future were turned into meat paste.Blood and water gurgled and spread under it.

Getting up from the ground, it shouted at the fleeing poachers: "Tell your master, as long as I, 'Iron Fist' Alexander, is here, don't even try to steal the pot!"

Alexander guarded the gate of Hucun aggressively, looking into the distance, making the poachers terrified.

It is currently the most powerful warrior pot left in the village, and the other pots that are still weak are naturally protected by it.

As for the bodies of those poachers, they will not be the contents of any pot.This kind of youngster is not worthy of being put in a pot, thrown on the side of the road and exposed to the wilderness. It has become a part of the natural ecology, and it is a dream to return to the tree.

Seeing that everyone ran away, Alexander felt the sticky blood and flesh on his body, and muttered, "I have to trouble Master Weihu again."

Xiaohu cheered happily from the side: "Uncle, you are too powerful, can I become a warrior like you in the future, Hu?"

Alexander laughed: "Of course, you will thrive and become a strong fighter like me."

The noise of the night disturbed the other jugs, and they came out of the house and praised Alexander one after another.With Alexander protecting them, Hu can rest assured.

Pot Master Wei rubbed his eyes and fetched water with a bucket: "I have to clean up again, right?"

Alexander sat on the ground, smiled and said, "Ahaha, I'm going to trouble you again."

"It's not troublesome, that's what I do." The pot master fetched water, came to Alexander with tools, and began to clean the dirt on Alexander's body.

He has something called soap here that cleans quickly and is comfortable for the jug.

While it was being cleaned, the little pot yelled again: "Uncle, Uncle, someone is here again!"

Alexander got up immediately when he heard it, and said angrily: "They dare to come back" and rushed out as he spoke, intending to tear the poachers to pieces.

The group of people who came here, with many males and females, seemed to be on a starry night. The man in blue at the head, after seeing the big pot, immediately said: "Misunderstanding, we are only here for tourism!"

"Don't try to lie to me!" Alexander turned a deaf ear and punched.As an inorganic life form, its limbs are naturally not flesh and blood, they look more like ore.There was a whistling wind from this punch, with the momentum of smashing people's heads.

When everyone was dodging, two men in the crowd drew out their weapons and held their fists.The power of the cauldron travels through the weapon throughout the body, and then reaches the ground, stirring up dust.

Zhao Si's hands felt numb, and the scimitar in his hand twisted unnaturally, making a silent protest to him.

This group of people is naturally Zhao Si and others, they did not ride horses, but asked the horses to follow behind.At night, I should camp on the spot until dawn, but thinking that Hucun is in front of me, I decided to arrive at Hucun first and then rest.

Unexpectedly, after traveling a little longer, he bumped into a ferocious big pot.

With the smell of blood in his nose, it was easy to tell that there had been a battle in Hu Village just before this.

Zhao Si struggled to hold Alexander's fist and said, "We are not poachers, we are really just here for sightseeing."

"What can you say to the guy who makes the first move?" The old man also held Alexander's fist, very dissatisfied.

When Alexander heard this, he immediately became furious: "You still say you're not a poacher." It withdrew its fist, jumped up again and used its housekeeping skills to "press the top of Mount Tai", trying to crush the old man and Zhao Si into a pulp.

While Zhao Si pushed the old man away, he rolled to the side.I heard a booming sound in my ears, and the dust raised by the big pot was particularly choking.

"Uncle, please don't talk nonsense." Zhao Si was quite helpless.The old man is good in everything, but he is too belligerent.

Zhao Si was quick-witted and said: "The poachers are all depraved perfumers, and we are not perfumers. It's useless to steal from you."

"It's the perfumers who are hunting us." Alexander got up, obviously not sure who needed the jug shards.

Finally able to communicate properly, Zhao Si nodded: "Yes, those depraved perfumers want to use your fragments to make special fragrance powder."

"Is that so?" Alexander scratched its body.

"You don't know?" Zhao Si asked back.

Alexander twisted his body: "I don't know."

Zhao Si raised his eyebrows: The gang of emotions only know that someone is hunting them, they don't know what it is for, and they haven't investigated it.