We are already a little far away from the Alliance, the Weimengpaluochi Alliance, and we can see the endless desert. No one knows, and no one cares. In this sky full of yellow sand, there is another corpse.
, Death is a common occurrence in the dark world, but most people die and are not buried in the sand. After all, for ordinary residents of the dark world, not becoming food after death is a luxury enough.$
As an ordinary blood fighter, it is extremely difficult for Jiang Hai to be buried. The ending of a blood fighter is always the same. No matter how talented you are, you will inevitably encounter setbacks before you grow up, unless you have extraordinary talents.
Along with the talent, there is also terrible luck!
In less than ten days, Black Moon Shenglong, who had become famous throughout the second-level competition field of the Weimengpaluochi Alliance, was casually buried in the gray sand, just as he was defeated by him in the first place.
Like the one-eyed thunder whip, except that he was slightly luckier and did not become food.
Today's sky is particularly gloomy, gray, and lifeless, as if you are feeling sorry for the lost lives. In fact, everyone in the dark world knows that this sky has always been like this...
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"If you touch me, I will die immediately!"
Muyan Ningjing inserted the silver-white dagger between her white neck. There was even a trace of bright red leaching out from the sharp point.
"Little beauty, don't be like this. If you follow me, I will guarantee you benefits and give you five pieces of salvation mine every day."
If there was no need for force, Agron really had nothing to do with this sharp-tongued little beauty, but I don't know why he suddenly got used to it and didn't even use force on Muyan Ningjing, even though the alliance protection period had expired.
Mu Yanjing stared at Agron with her big beautiful eyes, without saying a word. Anyway, she looked like she would turn herself into a corpse if she dared to come over.
"Haha, let's see how long you can last!"
Agron is not angry either. The days in the dark world are really not ordinary. As a law enforcement inspector, apart from watching blood fights and other things, he basically does nothing. Now he can come back every day to tease the little ones at home.
Beauty, it can be regarded as adding some fun to the painful days, and I am not anxious anymore. For this reason, I even raised a good stone house with a door in the alliance, and received more than a dozen pieces of redemption ore every day.
Agron carefully closed the door. The door was made of boulders half a meter thick and weighed tens of thousands of kilograms. He could only move it, but Muyan Ningjing, who had lost all her fighting spirit, could definitely open it.
"Damn Jiang Hai! Stinky Jiang Hai, I hate you for not coming to save me!"
Mu Yanjing sat on the stone bed angrily, her face was indescribably pale, her skin was dull and no longer the same as before, her messy hair looked embarrassed and haggard, and her beautiful big eyes couldn't stop her.
His eyes were shimmering with mist. He had suffered a lot since childhood, but he had never been so aggrieved and sad.
"Don't let me touch you, or else hehe!"
After snorting coldly, Mu Yan quietly lay on the bed, as if saying these few words had consumed all her energy.
"very hungry……"
Mu Yanjing looked at the stone roof with dull eyes. She didn't know why, but it felt like she was seeing pieces of golden pancakes. She had eaten them when she was a child. Only her mother would make them for herself.
In this way, the famous and beautiful Mu Ye, who was once full of energy and couldn't take any time off, swallowed saliva in his mouth and fell into a deep sleep, with whispers of Meng Zha coming from his mouth from time to time...
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"Ah Zhong, how is Xiao Hai?"
A middle-aged woman stood at the door and said to the handsome man who was sitting at the desk processing documents, her face full of sadness.
Although the middle-aged woman is nearly forty, she has always taken good care of herself. She looks like a newlywed young woman, but she is more charming than the young woman. With an oval-shaped face and a little makeup, she naturally exudes a sense of grace and luxury.
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Hearing the sound at the door, the handsome man did not raise his head. The pen in his hand suddenly paused, and then returned to normal.
"It's still the same. I heard that I live in Bounty City, Ah Yue, it's fine."
Jiang Zhong said softly.
Jiang Zhong's answer obviously did not satisfy ****, but **** said no more and left in despair.
"Child, you must be well..."
**** is Jiang Hai's mother, and Jiang Zhong is Jiang Hai's father. Although Jiang Hai chose to leave the family, the news of his defeat of the purple-haired barbarian boy has already spread. How could the Jiang family not know?
However, due to the pressure from the empire, Jiang Hai was not recalled to the family. Originally, after Jiang Hai got the bounty hunter, the family could blatantly recall Jiang Hai. However, he was involved in the Black Palace incident and was rumored to be with the Black Palace.
After entering the void, these Jiang Zhong naturally did not dare to tell his mother who loved Jiang Hai very much.
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"one"
"two"
"You, raise your hands a little bit"
"How do you look so soft? Lift your waist a little higher, that's right!"
"Have you not eaten? How can you stab someone to death with this little strength?"
A handsome man wearing silver battle armor, with a silver thin sword stuck in his waist, is training the soldiers. The soldiers are all wearing fine steel armor and black gold helmets. The two-meter-long halberd in his hand exudes
The compelling light, a hundred people, no more, no less.
Letting the soldiers practice freely, the man in silver armor sat back on his large solid wood chair, took off the thin sword from his waist, inserted it on the opposite side, and then took out a small silver wine flask from his arms.
"Jiang Hai, you don't want to die, I want to capture you personally. Come and cheers."
Silver Fox saluted the rapier, picked up the jug and drank it all in one gulp, then put the jug back into his arms and continued to train the soldiers.
I don't know when, a breeze blew over the silver thin sword, and the soft sword body swayed back and forth, like a nod, and made a crisp low whistle.
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What do people live for? Is it to pursue fame, wealth and power, money and sex, or just to live.
And the evidence of living is those people who still miss you after you leave...