Apocalypse Meltdown Chapter 1839: Galan language

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Galan language.

Chu Han stared at these three words on Meltdown System, with question marks all over his face.

"Do you learn Galan language?" Meltdown System reminded.

Chu Han clicked to confirm, and shortly afterward jumped out another one: "Consumption 50,000 Meltdown Points."

Chu Han's corner of mouth is better than not learning!

50,000 Meltdown Points is not worth mentioning for the current Chu Han. Wolf Fang battlegroup is providing him with a huge amount of points every day. After overturning Land of Buried Bones, Chu Han made a big profit, and there are zombie cleanup work for city. , points will double again several times.

Including every upgrade of Chu Han's, the required points is nothing compared to the total amount.

But Chu Han still finds it wasteful to learn a language, even 50,000 points is needed!

After learning the Galan language, Chu Han completely forgot what the old man asked just now, so he tried to make his expression look harmless to humans and animals, and he also burst out a rare smile, a word pronunciation.

Said: "You say it again?"

huā lā lā!

The people in the whole village stepped back three steps. The old man in the village who stood up to speak was shaking his legs, and even a child was crying.

Chu Han has a black face. Is n’t he just failing to get people to say it again? It takes so much response?

The Wangcai on the side was stunned for three seconds, and shortly afterward was completely speechless to Chu Han.

This product probably lived in Last of Days for too long, not even the most basic normal communication!

"You say it again" is put in Chu Han's thinking is simply to let people say it again, but it can be put in the normal world without Last of Days invasion, which is tantamount to uncomfortable and threatening ah!

The scene was so stalemate. Chu Han had a headache when he saw the crowd of people chickens fly, dogs leap in front of him, so his face became darker and darker, and he stood out in a cold air.

Everyone in the village ran far, and a few boldly came close, but they dared not show up.

"You, are you martial artist?" Finally the old man spoke again, stammering and trembling.

Chu Han understood this time and immediately responded. I am afraid that the world also has Same Step, but I do n’t know if it is the same as Earth.

So he nodded: "Yes, what is this place?"

When the old man saw that Chu Han did n’t suddenly change his face, he sighed with relief and replied: "We are Lucky Village. Walking ten kilometers along this road is the town. Since you are martial artist, then ... "

It means chasing people, they ca n’t fit a martial artist in this village, they are afraid of ah!

Chu Han looked far into the distance, ten kilometers, not as good as his way across the mountains.

So Chu Han smiled slightly at the old man: "Thank you for your way."

He really is not suitable to stay longer in this small village. Just look at the few crying world-shaking kids next to him and know that martial artist is still scary.

After leaving Lucky Village, Chu Han walked on the dirt road violently. He found that the world was very backward, just like hundreds of years before the industrial popularization began, the roads were bumpy.

As Chu Han was thinking, suddenly a team of people in front of him ran closer and closer, and met him on the road.

The Chu Han keeps on walking, walking forward without expression.

The ten people across the street stopped in suspense. They watched Chu Han walking by and swayed and wanted to take a walk. They could n’t say why.

Who is this person?

Seeing that Chu Han was clearly unhappy, he walked away a few steps away.

One of the ten pupils shrank: "High Step martial artist! It ’s not our enemy!"

The other nine people looked at each other, secretly recording the appearance of Chu Han's.

"Go on." The man said, and he led the person forward.

At this time, Chu Han walked forward again, and suddenly frowned and stopped.

One of Wangcai's unchecked slammed into the heel of Chu Han and suddenly jumped up and scolded: "What are you doing! Do you want to kill me if you stop suddenly?"

Chu Han said seriously: "You go back to Lucky Village to see."

Wangcai's angry face swelled up: "Why?"

Chu Han kicked forward and kicked Wangcai out of the distance: "Let you see it! Go back and report Speed!"

"I am not a subordinate!" Wangcai was furious.

Chu Han stares at it: "Yes, you are my slave."

Wangcai said that it was not Chu Han, but it still ran back obediently. It also found that there was something wrong with the ten people just now. There is only one way here. Those ten people are in the opposite direction. Eight out of ten · and nine are going to Lucky Village!

Even if Chu Han is not mentioned in this matter of gossip, Wangcai would like to go back and see what is going on.

At this time, Lucky Village disappeared when Chu Han went away, the village talents were completely relaxed, and some people were sweating nervously.

At this time, the old man trembled into a house and carefully opened the attic, facing the dark inside: "Then martial artist is gone."

There was a voice from the dark place, some old and tired: "Thank you, my father and fellow villagers, for keeping me for so long."

The old man waved his hand: "You helped us solve the ominous beast in the mountains, this is what we should do."

The man in the dark said again: "ominous beast is nothing to our martial artist, but the kid should n’t be looking for killing me just now. If you still have a chance to see him next time, do n’t be so nervous."

The old man breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good, but who have you offended?"

The people in the dark sighed: "It is impossible to say, it will bring you **** disaster, and this place should not stay for a long time, I will leave tonight."

"Your injury is not good!" The old man was anxious.

At this moment, suddenly there was a noise outside.

"What are you doing! Why turn my home?"

"Let go of my child! Who are you!"

"Ah — — help!"

shortly afterward, several blood splatters sounded around, and there was also a cold voice.

"Slaughter this small village, and turn it over again! Dig three feet!"

"Yes!"

There was a massacre outside, crying and crying everywhere.

The old man in the attic was startled. He looked through the window and saw that the whole village was bleeding. Many villagers were lying on the ground, and their lives were ruthlessly harvested.

Yes martial artist!

There are a lot of martial artist!

Old and weak women and children in the village, kill them all without letting go!

"cough cough!" The man in the dark coughed, a big spit of blood spit out, and his voice trembled with anger: "They came to me."

"You?" The old man was shocked.

But before he could say the next sentence, the attic was completely opened, and a person rushed out like this, standing in front of the group of martial artist who wantonly killed the villagers.

He looks 50 years old and above, with a calm aura on his body, even if he is injured, standing there still has an extraordinary aura.

Ten martial artist looked at the person in front of them, first surprised and then overjoyed, especially when they saw each other's pale face and bleeding wounds.