Chapter 388 East Border

Apart from the natives born in this game league, people living in rivers and lakes, whether they are the masters of death or the stinky masters. All of these people share a common feature: they have experienced a very tragic period of slavery. Perhaps some have not experienced cruel torture, but no one knows the pain and darkness of this period.

Rivers and lakes play fate, and they fight for them are weapons in their hands. You can kill me, you can insult me ​​at will, but you can't ignore me without hiding it. You killed me once, I remember you for hundreds of years until I forgot you or hang up you. But if you look down on me, I will remember you in my heart for the rest of my life, and once I see you, I will despair with you once.

This is a reflection on rivers and lakes, and it is also the most accurate description of rivers and lakes. So when Murong Rourou looked down upon, the thick skin made of two special materials felt hot all over. Even the copper ball not only had a big red face, but also looked pale due to the power of holding a weapon.

Murong Rourou has been quietly observing the reflections of these two people. Seeing that although they were shy and angry, they finally suppressed the anger in their hearts. Murong Rourou's satisfaction with these two people increased a few points. You should know that he has a great plan, and he needs a few truly excellent partners to realize his deepest wishes and get rid of slavery.

Jin Sheng and Tong Qiu both have obvious flaws. But Murong Rourou was still very satisfied when he saw that they obviously despise them or calmed down for his own reasons. He didn't want to know why these two people hid their murderous hearts. He just wanted to see the result.

"The Gaming Alliance is very realistic, in fact, the performance is very simple. The arrival of our three-person group is actually a manifestation of the reality of the Gaming Alliance. We all know that we cannot defeat Murong War God alone, so we united with the other two people, and we can happily see them. Now this temporary camp, as well as other camps outside, mostly come here in groups, and Murong War God is undefeated. So this Gaming Alliance is very realistic, that is, if we cannot defeat our opponents alone, there will be three people. If the three people are not opposite, there will be three people. Obviously, Murong War God's invincible power has exceeded 300, so we all plan to gather tens of thousands of people and go to the eastern region to carry out an invincible freedom movement.

After explaining to the two stupid children, these Murong Rourou returned to their tent to make up for their sleep. According to his own point of view, people need more rest time when they get old. The ice is sluggish and the copper balls do not believe Murong Rourou at all. Unfortunately, they are not as powerful as Murong Rourou. Voyeur is always giving up halfway.

"This reality is really good, very powerful!" After hearing Murong Rourou's explanation, Tongqiu almost reached the limit of physical endurance. "It's obvious that we can't lose to Murong War God's war?"

Although Ice is soaked with water, he was surprised by the deep understanding of reality, he still couldn't help but turn his head and say, "You really don't think about it. What if the tens of thousands of people of Murong War God were surrounded and suppressed by him?" He only stayed in this game league for less than two years, and no one knew what he had. Although Murong War God's undefeated person always showed extraordinary courage, who knew whether people had all their strength? After drinking the water that was soaked, he no longer looked at the expression of the copper ball, and understood the broth cleanly, and then casually threw the bowl on the copper ball that was still in a daze.

"I'm going back to bed and sleep for a while. After eating the broth, you have to clean up the bowls and plates."

The ice is drenched with water and the unusually ugly bronze ball on the "colored" face. He still walked towards the tent lightly. Unfortunately, just as the ice is drenched with water, a sad cry spread throughout the camp, and a mixed "chaotic" cry came.

Although I can't hear what you said, what are those messy shouts? But the four words "Murong War God Unbeaten" are still like the sharp bare tree trunk, deeply piercing their eardrums.

"Game League, a war with uncertain future has just begun!" Tongqiu's face was a little distracted, and it was obvious that he understood the meaning and essence of reality. Without the best preparation, we have to face this cruel reality in person, making him feel that he is not confident enough.

However, the increasing crying and screaming were obviously impossible to prepare the bronze ball more fully. Whether it was the Invincible Game League for Murong War God, or the Invincible Anti-Game League for Murong War God, the Invincible Anti-Game League for Murong War God, the Invincible Anti-Game League for Murong War God, the Invincible Anti-Game League for Murong War God, the Invincible Anti-Game League for Murong War Alliance.

"I had some fantasies about simplicity and simplicity before I met you. But since I met you, especially after I saw your true face, I have been completely desperate about this river and lake. Honesty and simplicity will not appear in this game league at all. Even newcomers who came to this game league just minutes after the arrival of my mother, there would not be the essence of this legend.

The last time he complained about the last time that the ice was squid, the simple and honest old Murong Rourou did not refute. However, there was a hint of confusion in his simple expression, as if he had fallen into an inexplicable memory because the ice was squid.

Although he did not achieve his goal of speaking, he saw that the old Murong Rourou had let go of himself. So he turned his eyes to other companions, and at the same time he was holding a steady plier in his hand so that he could jump faster and more flexible.

"Mr. Copper Ball, go and play a game. This pot is a waste of the bonfire I raised. Murong's undefeated thing, you have to learn from me and stop thinking about it. That's really a lunatic. His name is not a liar. It's the famous person who can't see his essence.

"The atmosphere today is not very good. Stay honest in the camp. At this time, they are either dragged out to participate in the Game League or are in the damn forest by the Game League. The bronze ball has not answered yet, and the awakened Pure Old Murong Rourou denies the suggestion that the ice is the water.

Bingshiwai's squinting his lips again, but he didn't say a word about the waste of his campfire. Bingshiwai's squinting glanced at the trance-like bronze ball, and suddenly realized that he was not the most depressed person, although he insisted that among these three, he was the one who suffered the most.

"The Gaming Alliance is so beautiful. Thousands of people surrounded and suppressed a person, but because they were unable to cooperate, they were surrounded and suppressed several times by a madman in a remote forest. The Gaming Alliance was originally cruel and orderly, but now it is completely his "grandma" crazy!!

The simple Murong Rourou was very dissatisfied with the current situation, so his expression was also extremely aggrieved. As for his true thoughts, we can learn from the expression of the ice-like water almost reaching its ears, and the copper ball slashed by the thunder.

Three people made of special materials, by crackling bonfires, discussed a war with their own unique thinking. The war between the indigenous people of the entire river and the entire lake and a new slave. The abnormality could have been avoided, but at this time, we must distinguish the battle between victory and defeat.

"Hurry up, stop him! Otherwise we all have to die together!" Only one voice emphasized this sentence in the endless "chaos".

In fact, many people understand this truth, but they do not want to work with their predecessors to stop Murong War God from fighting. Most people choose to stand in place, wave their weapons, then let go of their throats and shout a few words.

Luo Ran rushed out a straight line in the crowd, which was no longer called the number of straight lines he walked through. The blood of hundreds of people had been defiled by the sword. This was not the first camp he attacked, but the last camp he was going to clear today.

Luo Ran looked at a completely stuck prey in front of him and hesitated to extend his sword. Without any obstacles, the sword pierced the human prey's throat again. A blood arrow shot out and his body turned into white light. Luo Ran killed him and had killed three unresponsive opponents in a short time.

With this sudden attack and the scattered "chaotic" enemy covering each other, Luo Ran destroyed the spirit of most people in the concentration camp with this powerful force. They looked at a straight white light line, as brilliant as fireworks, but completely made these ambitious masters lose consciousness.

Luo Ran's figure is extremely fast and his killing speed is also abnormal. After a person dies, he moves to the next target, so it has formed a strong section, with dazzling white light rising behind it, guiding the magnificent direction. However, the people on the scene did not feel any joy and inspiration from the magnificent scene.

Every white light is a kind of life, and every white firework band is a way of life and death written by life. No one is willing to waste their life in vain when they have choices. Soon, when people see the white light, they choose not far away to retreat.

In this way, a very short gap was formed, not only giving Duan space to emphasize the angle of the sword, but also giving Duan enough space to maintain his high-speed movement. Fortunately, those who moved in time were in time

With someone taking the lead, the rest of us naturally don’t like the current atmosphere. Therefore, with a series of curses and complaints, the piles of people immediately became clean. Only Wudang’s disciples, because the empty poles and wide poles have not moved, could only continue to stand quietly in this restaurant.

Luo Ran was a complete madman and poor man at this time. He had only one life. It turned out that according to his original plan, this time he should have entered the game alliance and found a more hidden place to set up a rebirth point there.

"What a pity! For the sake of our future life, we must take risks. Duan Qiang looked at the black sword in his hand and sighed. After all, the number of people killed by Luo Ran is about to become a reality. Next time I want to find such a intensive scene with a good time and place, and I don't know when it will be.

On the forest outside Wangqiu City, the sun shines lazily, making the barren forest flourish again. But at this time, in the camp outside the forest, the vitality of the forest did not bring any good mood to the people inside. Most people who were adapted to rest in the camp quietly looked at the forest not far away.

The day before, the dense "spin" filled the trunks of people. At this time, the exposed map was incompatible with the ordinary people's sight. But everyone could feel it as if they just need to look up and you could see the dense geographical landscape. The bare and pointed trunks also stabbed the nerves they thought were difficult to deal with.

"I'm crazy. I promised you to come to this damn place and promise you wholeheartedly that I will catch the perverted Murong War God unbeaten. I'm really crazy. It seems that I need to find a hidden place to work hard for a while."

In a somewhat worn camp, three people sat around an iron pot and cooked food. A young man with dark skin, white teeth and a wide mouth was talking to himself with a sad face. He held tongs in his hand and occasionally touched the burning branches, causing the flame to burn even more violently.

"Ice is water that is hot, concentrate on cooking, don't talk nonsense. You know, we signed a contract. If you regret it, pay me a penalty and leave here by yourself. He heard the young people around him talking to himself, an old man with a darker skin than Ice is hot, shouting at his companion in his words, looking unusually simple and honest.

But even with such sharp accusations, his face seemed more simple and honest, not at all like his harsh words and harsh words. Unfortunately, the honest old man was clearly seen through by the water that I was slapped, so there was no peace when we first met. Water that I was slapped in the water that I was slapped in. Water that I was slapped in the water that I was slapped in. When we heard my husband’s rebuke, he pouted, but said nothing, and even stopped talking to himself for a while.

"Old Murong Rourou, are we going to continue to catch Murong War God?" I used to think his name was arrogant, but now I understand that his name is just Qu Cai. Among the three white people and middle-aged people, only one was asking about the simple old man, Old Murong Rourou. His expression was a little nervous and he was unconscious. He didn't seem to care about the old Murong Rourou's answer.

Hearing the inquiry from his companion, Old Murong Rourou's eyebrows trembled slightly, making his whole face look very awkward. His appearance was simple and honest, and it was more obvious that it deserved sympathy and sympathy. However, when Bing Shin-shui saw the old man's companion, his face changed, and his black face suddenly turned white.

"Please, Master Murong Rourou! I won't use this expression anymore. I really can't help but vomit it out. Ice is holding the pliers in my hand, and the other hand is trembling, holding Lao Tie's finger.
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