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Su Changxing's face darkened, feeling that he should have thought that there are any monks in this world, they are all players!

For players, it is true to find ways to improve their own strength.

The large and small forces formed by this are just a way to stay together and absorb nutrients from other people.

Su Changxing turned his head, looked sideways at the young monk, and said grimly: "If you don't want to die, you'd better not stop me."

If the opponent really pisses him off, even the entire Queshan Temple, so what, the player can't die here, but he can kill the player.

He was born to be invincible.

The murderous intention condensed into substance made the young monk stunned: "Donor, you have killed too many people. You usually can't go far if you kill fetuses. If you join us, you may be able to save yourself."

"For extraordinary people, character, spirit, and soul are all very important. Every day, countless players here go crazy because they lose control, or simply die. Others can't kill you, but you can self-destruct."

He looked confident, feeling that Su Changxing had been taken care of. Killing intent was useless most of the time, and strength was the real thing.

Su Changxing stared at him and laughed out loud: "Don't you just want me to work for you? Why don't you just say it directly? It's just a mystery. Besides, I don't have the time."

"I'm just saying this one last time, don't stop me."

He knew that if he killed the young monk here, all the players in Queshan Temple would become his enemy and hunt him down.

This is a matter of course. He not only killed the young monk, but also slapped Queshan Temple in the face.

But when things got to this point, he had no room to retreat.

He continued to look back and walk backwards, and the pressure that followed did not decrease. It became heavier with his steps.

Stirring on the nose and on the face.

He didn't understand how much these old players looked down on the new players and didn't treat them as equals at all.

In this world, strength is real, everything else is imaginary, and since they can be resurrected after death, these players are even more unscrupulous in what they do.

When the young monk saw Su Changxing suddenly stop, with a warm smile on his face, he thought he had given in. "Buddha is indeed right, only sincerity can influence others."

Bang~

A dull gunshot.

The silver bullet penetrated his head and hit him dead.

"Really, you are a ghost."

At this moment, Su Changxing appeared behind him, holding a black and white sniper rifle and aiming it at the back of his head.

The little monk reacted and shouted loudly, his whole body glowing with golden light.

Su Changxing felt that his body had become very heavy. It was difficult to move even if he wanted to move. He was tightly restrained in place.

The young monk saw the immobilized Su Changxing and was about to say something when he heard another gunshot and was shot in the chest. He flew out under the huge impact and hit the red door of the temple.

When such a noise occurred, the pilgrims who came to the temple just looked at it, as if it was nothing to do with them.

When the monks from the temple ran out, Su Changxing had already run away, leaving only the dying young monk lying on the ground.

They saw a shocking scene. The young monk's skin was festering at an exaggerated speed.

When the young monk saw the brothers, he quickly shouted: "Don't come over, this is a plague, it's terrible..."

But midway through his words, he lost strength. He just felt that his whole body was numb, and his spirit also began to be paralyzed, and then he fell into the darkness of fatigue.

Death is such an easy and perfunctory thing.

The other monks were shocked when they saw it, "He is dead, Fangyuan is dead, please call the abbot to come and have a look."

The abbot in red robes slowly walked out. When he saw the young monk's body, he was furious and hit the staff on the ground: "Has anyone seen who he is? He dares to kill people in my Queshan Temple. You are really brave."

No one answered.

At that time, the young monk and Su Changxing were here, and the pilgrims just looked at it from a distance and probably knew some rough features.

When things got here, they didn't realize that the little monk was really dead. They just thought it was a killing between players, a normal death, and they could still buy a life.

Therefore, they did not pursue Su Changxing immediately. It would not be too late for them to seek revenge after the young monk was resurrected.

Su Changxing escaped from Queshan Temple all the way, and confirmed that no one saw him during the process. He just felt that the young monk was stubborn and insisted on offering incense.

This is quite a headache. As soon as I arrived here, I provoked a lot of people, including a group of monks with mental problems.

Then, he found a forest and rested for a while to see if he could find a way to suppress the plague on his body.

His body and the plague seemed to have reached a tug-of-war balance. He was constantly gaining resistance to the plague. Logically speaking, he should be able to suppress the plague quickly.

But the plague seemed to be inspired by something, and it continued to grow.

The plague that remained on his body was more terrifying than that on the source of the plague. It not only had the effect of weakness, but also had the effects of paralysis and confusion.

When he found out that this was the case, he immediately felt a headache. He realized that his body was now a time bomb, and if he didn't get it right, the plague might come back to bite him.

"We also need to find ways to improve our physical fitness, otherwise we may not be able to survive the plague."

He took a deep breath and felt that he was walking on a single-plank bridge. Then he took out a set of chemical protective clothing from his pocket galaxy and put it on himself to reduce the contagiousness of the plague.

Others wear protective clothing to protect themselves, but he wears protective clothing to protect others. This seems funny.

However, the plague on his body has reached this level, and chemical protective clothing is of no use. If he comes into close contact, the infectious disease will still be transmitted.

He was now walking on a single-plank bridge, and the group of monks might come to trouble him at any time.

still have a question.

He found that the time he could stay here was limited because he came through a temporary passage.

The time limit is ten days.

He doesn't ask for promotion within these ten days, as long as he can find the corresponding position.

Then, he put on this chemical protective suit and walked swaggering towards the city wall.

His appearance has completely changed from before, and I believe those monks will not recognize him at all when they see him again.

This is something that kills two birds with one stone.

As soon as he reached the main road, he saw two new players being blackmailed by an old player.

The reason why I recognized them as new players was because I had seen them before at Heaven's Gate.

However, the two new players were obviously rebellious and unwilling to pay the protection fee easily.

They didn't know that the new players were protected. Instead, they took the initiative to attack under the instigation of the old players. They were beaten until their noses were bruised and their faces were swollen, but they finally paid the protection fee.