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Chapter 169 Flowers Need Irrigation(1/2)

For the rest of his life, Zhao Zicheng watched a group of middle-aged people sneakily poking the pitiful manhole cover.

And test it repeatedly.

After confirming the silkyness, it became hidden.

Converge the breath of the whole body.

"It seems...can make money."

Yu Sheng seemed to have suddenly thought of something, his eyes were slightly bright, with a little enlightenment.

Standing behind Zhao Zicheng and whispered a few words. Zhao Zicheng was stunned at first, then showed a hideous smile.

It seems like looking forward to something.

Time passed by minute by minute, and a young man with a cold face rushed from afar in military school uniform, and actually surpassed Lingwu University.

It has to be said that their sacrificial style is more suitable for the current chaotic situation.

"Take him!"

A loud bang sounded, and two reserve officers suddenly rushed out, blocking the escape routes on both sides, and behind them were people from the Guard Division chasing them.

Only the only hole is left to speed up to rush through.

Gripping his teeth, the genius in the military academy said nothing, and suddenly accelerated, stepping down in everyone's eyes.

As the manhole cover flipped, it fell into it with a gurgle.

The reserve man who was ambushing below early and smiled and touched him.

Stand still, smelly all over.

The deputy director in the distance in the air was dark.

A good newcomer competition could have burst out countless fun, but it ended up falling into such a situation.

Playing dirty?

He had never seen a series of high-end tactics in the game such as escape, disguise, pitting each other, leveraging force, and other high-end tactics in the game.

I only saw such a group of foolish critics.

Including those reserves and guards.

The unbearable five minutes finally passed. Wu Qianqiu, who was suffering from pain, got up almost immediately, jumped up, and rushed out of the manhole cover with a desire for fresh air.

“It’s now.”

Yu Sheng whispered, Zhao Zicheng kicked the accelerator and rushed over and hit Wu Qianqiu.

Wu Qianqiu, who had just landed but had not yet stood firm, fell back in a daze.

Why...didn't it say...every trap can only be cheated once?

In order to avoid being unlimitedly punished...

Until he saw Zhao Zicheng's muddy smiling face, he seemed to understand something.

Yu Sheng walked slowly, squatted beside the manhole cover, and gently knocked on the manhole cover, as if knocking on the door, very polite.

"Hello, we...well..."

“Robbery.”

After thinking for a long time, I didn't come up with more gentle words, but at least in terms of tone, it was still very gentle.

"Boss Yu, I'm in a wrong mood!"

Zhao Zicheng said, clearing his throat: "Sun Zhei, aren't you the King of Hell?"

"Robbery!"

"I don't know if I die in the third update."

"But if you don't hand over five demon crystals today, you will definitely not be able to come out!"

"Believe it or not, I'll weld the manhole cover to death!"

I have to say that Zhao Zicheng's tone is relatively professional.

No matter what I say for the rest of my life, I am very serious.

Not angry or hot.

It seems to be discussing something.

Even if it is said to be robbed, there is no strength.

Unless he kills one person first, let's talk about it.

"Zhao Zicheng, you dream!"

Wu Qianqiu's angry voice came from the sewer, symbolizing his unyielding consciousness.

"Oh, then you can change the manhole cover."

"The closest to the finish line is the street in front, and there is an exit. When you rush over, it is estimated that whether you can enter the top 500 will be unknown."

"The first freshman in Lingmian Academy, the biggest dark horse, will be in a bad mood in the knockout round."

"News headlines."

"I've thought of the title."

"Hell King Tie: The Mo Academy lets you go to the knockout stage, and you can't even advance to the next round."

"It's just five demon crystals. It's not embarrassing to bend down properly."

Zhao Zicheng said leisurely.

In fact, in a truly strict sense, he and Yu Sheng are more complementary.

In many cases, it is difficult to communicate normally for the rest of your life.

Just like now.

In Sin City, if you have the opportunity to rob, you will definitely go to the first place for the rest of your life, and then kill people and get things straightforward.

But now, the first thought in his mind was to beat the dog in the water, which is the same as Sin City.

But he could not kill anyone outside the city of Sui. If he really dealt with it, he was a little confused.

Therefore, Zhao Zicheng's role was highlighted.

Yu Sheng stood honestly in the corner without saying a word.

"I... give it!"

Finally, Wu Qianqiu gritted his teeth and shouted, stepping on the squatting genius in the military academy, stretched out one hand and handed up five demon crystals.

Zhao Zicheng took it with a smile.

Looking at the few reserves around who looked bad-looking, the investigator sneered: "Come on, I'll share you two!"

As he said that, he picked out two small ones and threw them over.

One of them took the show without expression.

"Do you think we care about a mere second-level demon crystal?"

"We won't give you another chance next."

Several people said lightly.

It has a kind of demeanor from a master.

Zhao Zicheng looked at the reserves with pity in his eyes. At this moment, he seemed to have found the pleasure of IQ suppression.

"Don't forget, there are 497 people behind..."

"You can divide two for one person."

"Since you don't want it, then Boss Yu and I will work harder on our own and let it go with a smile."

Sighing quietly, the heights are cold.

Dancing and making clear shadows...

Pretending to be invisible.

It seemed that the sound of swallowing was heard vaguely, and the eyes of several reserve officers were red.

The two elder brothers in the Guard Division are similar.

"It's time to fertilize the future flowers of the human race."

"Yes, they need irrigation!"

"Let's just hold it all!"

The few people looked solemn, and they just finished it like this with your words or my words.

The face is not blushing or breathing.
To be continued...
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