[When we are with friends, we can take off our clothes, but we must wear armor when going into battle]

[——Lu Xun]

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[part1——outthefog·Out of the fog]

The hot wind from the lava river blew against the warriors' cheeks.

The dust of the story has settled, and the blood in my chest is hard to cool down.

A customary show from the Mimir Hot Spring Fair will be performed at the Bacchus Festival.

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Separated by a railway.

Wen Bucai and Victor looked at each other from a distance.

Two men, two guns.

A bet.

A duel.

Victor covered his chin, lowered his head and thought: "Wait for the next bus."

Wen Bucai hugged each other and smiled brightly: "Are you serious?"

Victor: "The last time I was beaten to the ground by you was one hundred and sixty-four years ago. To be precise, it was a gentle and sunny day in the golden autumn of October, in the home of the Perfume Bottle Gang, the shopping mall.

Inn, you mistook me for a sorcerer and knocked sixteen teeth out of my mouth - just because little Jack was fascinated by my book. When he was reading "The Romance of Dragons", he broke into

Go into my study and peek at my manuscripts like a maniac."

Wen Bucai: "Hahahahahahahahahaha!"

Victor: "I hold a grudge very much, and I always remember it! It has been so long, and now I have the slightest doubt that you are stronger than me!"

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Romantic people are waiting for the train.

Although it kind of ruins the atmosphere——

——But Ms. Bloodhound went crazy and put a thick Kevlar body vest on her employer and a three-stage headband on Victor.

Victor: "You think I will lose?"

Bloodhound: "No, no, no! I don't mean that!"

Victor: "You think I will lose? I use words as bullets! You must answer me with precise and deadly language!"

Bloodhound: "We are with friends, we can take off our clothes, but we have to wear armor when going into battle!"

Victor compromised, "Okay."

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Wen Bucai threw m00 to Victor.

He only has a thick fire suit, which is fireproof, but not bulletproof.

Victor caught the heavy hand cannon.

Wen Bucai said: "You are left-handed, don't you think I'm bullying you?"

Victor replied: "I use the bow left and right when working. I can write with both hands. They are equally flexible."

The two men rotated the cylinder and checked the status of the bullet and firearm.

His hands dropped naturally, waiting for the roar of the train.

At this moment, the knights' tournament is about to begin.

Victor explained the details: "The moment the train left, one or two people fell."

Wen Bucai asked about the bet: "How about some lottery?"

Victor: "I want your diary! Empty all the stories in your head and turn them into my works!"

Wen Bucai: "I advise you to stop gambling."

Victor: "As a bargaining chip of equal value, if I lose, I will buy you three new motorcycles."

Wen Bucai: "What model?"

Victor: "Honda Golden Wing touring motorcycle, Suzuki Hayabusa racing motorcycle. If you are not satisfied and want to be a veteran, there are also three Harley models that have been used for a century, for you to choose from."

Wen Bucai: "Are you ready to take the gun?"

Victor: "Didn't you just advise me to stop gambling?"

Wen Bucai: "People always have to defeat their immature selves, just like the path of evolution."

Victor: "The way you find excuses to go to the gambling table turns you into a literary person."

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More than fifty meters apart, the good brothers from Guangling Zhixi were still gathering at the inn to celebrate the perfect ending of the hunt.

Many Redstone people had long been aware of this VIP gunfight, and excitedly hid in the wall station, shining all their searchlights on the two knights.

Meteor suddenly stood up and casually tore up the scavenger's tattered clothes: "Ladies! Gentlemen!——"

The waiter secretly handed a microphone to Ah Xing, pulled the audio cable to the quick response train that had stopped in Guangling, and enthusiastic announcements began to be heard from the broadcasting station.

"I am your new friend! My name is Stepe, which is Stepe from Strider. But this matter is not important. Have you seen the French opera "Rock et rouge"? There is also Gerald Nimo who comes up to warm up the scene.

I want to give you a brief introduction."

"Look at Black! Black is the dragon-slaying hero from the Mimir Hot Spring Market. He is wearing a fire suit. I believe that if he can keep wearing his clothes in such a hot weather, he must be holding back the fire!

You may have heard of his name a long time ago. He lost his stones and sticks, and even his memory." Ah Xing gripped the microphone tightly and roared unwillingly, "Just like the scavengers who lost their stones and sticks,

Like you, he can fight the treasure-keeping dragon in his heart."

"loe!——"

Hongshi is buzzing with people and people are coming and going.

"joe!——"

Scavengers keep coming and going.

The meteor climbed up the observation station and then pointed in the red direction.

"The red party is also from Mimir Hot Spring Market. You must know this person very well! He is a modern modern crusader, a sultry magazine darling, his dancing skills and calligraphy are equally sexy, whether he is a passenger or traveling to and from various stations

, travelers who measure railroads with their feet must have seen this name, David Victor, in the Sun-Times."

Meteor was ruthless and used spicy words when evaluating his teachers.

"The street stall literature he writes will not reject any readers, tease you, and ask you to open your heart, and you will surely gain wonderful adventures!"

Whistles, screams.

There are also fierce drum beats that encourage people to fight with a meat hammer on a cutting board, and a long Mongolian tune that sounds like ocean waves with a primitive growl.

Like a pot of boiling water, people gathered around the duel site.

The train emerged from the gap in the tundra rift valley far away——

--at the same time.

Jiang Xueming and Jason are still competing.

They drove the truck into the wilderness.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The three-colored jackals are very cunning creatures. If they are not killed, they will definitely come back to seek revenge.

Two dump truck riders are competing in driving skills, inspiration and perception, and driving route planning in the dark.

Amidst the roar of the gasoline engine, the blood and flesh of the front nose steel shovel are the medals of knighthood.

The score comes [11:33]

It can be seen from Jason's embarrassed expression and the cold sweat on his face - Xueming is really hardworking and attentive in practicing the dump truck.

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The train passed through Hang Hau Station smoothly.
To be continued...