My World: The Poor Life of a Fortune Teller

just now.

Training Course.

Since the last time...

Galan clearly felt that his "duck power" was instantly amplified several times, and he began to miss his previous life of playing badly.

"The first step in training is to lay a solid foundation, but I think your basic skills should be good enough." The undead rubbed his chin, thinking about the previous sparring, and concluded that this guy was okay.

But this kid has been posing for so long, I don’t know if it’s still okay.

"I think... I can start from the basics?" Galan curled the hair beside his ears a little embarrassedly. If he had to say it... he himself had never practiced these.

“Are you sure? If it is not necessary, you can actually learn more from fighting…” The Blue Demon raised his eyebrows and was silent for a moment. According to the conclusion he reached with the Undead yesterday, he originally focused on practical experience, but for some reason, he had to change it.

“…If you insist on practicing it, it’s not impossible.” The Undead’s eyes gradually became a little surprised as he looked at him. Although he didn’t know why he wanted to practice the basic skills, it was not impossible to treat it as a review.

Galan nodded obediently and began to practice his basic skills. There was no problem with his basic skills. After all, the "body" he used was still very strong.

Mainly, he wanted to train his reaction ability and overcome his body's subconscious behavior. The rest he had to rely on himself.

After restraining his body's subconscious behavior, Galan could no longer remember how many times he had been knocked to the ground.

The two guys standing nearby who were collecting Galan's training data also discovered that something seemed to be wrong.

"Something is not right..." The undead stared at the man's figure and concluded from his analysis that this guy's reaction ability did not seem to be very strong and he did not have the same feeling as before.

"I know this guy is quite weak, but..." The Blue Devil narrowed his eyes and even began to question how this guy got here.

When they finished saying these words, this was the umpteenth time that Galan had been shot by the sponge arrow. For fear of hurting this guy, they specially changed Xiaobai's arrow feathers into sponge heads.

Fortunately, it was changed in time, otherwise... I'm really afraid that this guy would be shot into a sieve, but it shouldn't be like this, he could still fight the undead for a few rounds at the beginning.

The undead couldn't stand it any longer, so he waved his hand to signal for the next training, but the results were not satisfactory...

This dragon training directly burned up the CPUs of the Undead and the Blue Demon. Looking back at the training scene just now, and looking at Galan who was lying on the ground with a peaceful face, he gradually fell into deep thought.

There is a problem, absolutely there is a problem.

"Is he the type that suddenly explodes?" The Undead thought for a while and expressed his opinion to the person next to him.

"I don't think so...but it's not impossible." The Blue Devil agreed, but based on his observations just now, this guy had "completely" no fighting ability.

He had heard about his sparring with the Undead before, and Wang had witnessed it himself. But he really couldn't believe it. After all, how could a person who couldn't even dodge a piston trap spar with someone like the Undead? And he won, even though he knew he had let him off.

Galan lay on the ground and began to think about his life. To be honest, he also felt that his behavior just now was indeed very shameful.

Just yesterday he learned how he got back to the End City. The dead spirit told him that Naues found him in a corner of the nether fortress, seriously injured and unconscious, and then he was sent back by that guy.

However, Galan's memory only stayed at the moment when he was pierced by the skill, and he forgot everything else.

.........

If nothing unexpected happens, Famira should have woken up.

But why didn't he just erase himself? He could have done that, couldn't he?

Is my existence... recognized by "him"?

During the time when Galan was distracted, the undead and the blue demon next to him seemed to have reached some kind of consensus, and they both looked at Galan who was lying there.

With a "swoosh" sound, several feather arrows shot towards Galan. Perhaps he sensed a dangerous aura, he turned sideways and stood up quickly. When he turned his head, he saw several feather arrows stuck upside down on the place where he had just been lying.

"!? Wow, what are you doing? Do you want to murder me?!" Galan looked at the guys opposite him with horror, feeling that he was almost going to die.

"It is so..." The Undead pondered for a moment after seeing this. As expected, he still had to use the Blue Devil's method to train this child.

"It's because they don't sense the danger and the environment is too comfortable." After observing for a while, the Blue Devil felt that they were too gentle towards Galan. After all, this guy has always had considerable "privileges" in their place.

The group of melon-eating monsters standing nearby, seeing this scene, one of them couldn't help but complain, "Instructors, have you finally realized that they are too "partial" to the fortune teller?"

"I won't comment... but... our training volume is still greater, right?"

When they mentioned this, they recalled how the "ordinary" Undead and Blue Demons trained their fighting abilities. It was a scene like hell.

Especially the Blue Devil, although he is a bit cruel, he is indeed a very good "life guide".

The training method for Death Knights will be a bit more "gentle", simple and rough, and will teach them many skills and techniques, which is suitable for early and mid-term training guidance.

The Blue Devil is more inclined towards practical training. What he teaches is more used in actual combat. All the "things" that can be used, whether it is the scene, items, skills, or even human nature, will become their "opportunities" to turn defeat into victory in adversity.

They are all "monsters", but there are people in this world who are scarier than monsters.

They are not favored by the "God", and sometimes they are even used as production tools by players. Not only are they imprisoned in cages, but even the place where they are born is in cages specially built for monsters.

All of this is to "squeeze out" their last bit of value.

The undead sighed helplessly, and as he waved his hand and gave orders, more skeletons raised their bows towards him. This made a certain guy who was playing badly suddenly start to feel alarmed. It was over, it was over, this was for real.

Galan immediately summoned his crystal ball, and a barrier suddenly appeared in front of him, helping him block all the arrows.

“…That won’t do.” The Blue Demon paused slightly, his eyes became increasingly gloomy, and his somewhat low and cold voice sounded faintly.

Then he slowly approached Galan with the trident in hand. The monsters beside him were extremely excited. Was this the instructor's intention to train him personally? !

The Death Knight did not try to stop him when he saw this. After all, only through injuries can one grow, and it was time for him to learn his lesson.

Galan felt a low-pressure air flow approaching him, and when he noticed the blue devil slowly approaching him with a trident that made a "sizzling" sound, he realized that today was another beautiful day.

* Today is a beautiful day *

* I won't get roasted, will I? *