Planet of Terror

Looking back, it turned out that it was Xiao Cheng who he was looking for. Xiao Ling'er's safety was more important. However, when he looked back, the crowd began to disperse, and those people were still there.

The reason why the onlookers retreated so quickly was not because there was nothing to watch, but it was only then that everyone realized who the person who had just been mocking was the young gang leader of the fourth largest force in the Red Mansion, and he had a very bad reputation. He just wanted to

For a moment, I was happy. After being suppressed by the natives for a long time, I finally found an outlet and instinctively vented my emotions. Curses, insults, complaints, ridicules, etc. came out of my mouth. But after thinking about it, according to the young master's past style,

The well-known style of reporting flaws made these people feel chills and hurriedly left here as if fleeing for their lives.

Seeing Zhang Wei looking eagerly, Xiao Cheng followed him suspiciously. After finding nothing unusual, he asked: "We have collected a lot of information, how about we discuss it in detail now?"

Hearing this, Zhang Wei was also surprised. The efficiency was so amazing. Zhang Wei felt that he was really mysterious. He couldn't help but be wary and said in his heart: "This small project is really not simple."

Ask Xiao Cheng to wait a moment. Zhang Wei was really eager to know the situation, but he couldn't ignore Xiao Ling'er's comfort, so he had to ask Lang Ya for help, who was waving his pass wildly.

"Langya, please do me a favor." He is the only one who can help now. If it is left to Xue Yin, Zhang Wei will be even more worried. Xue Yin's carefree character can only arouse interest in duels.

I didn't trust him, but looking at Langya's nonchalant expression, Zhang still felt uneasy.

"Hey, that's the only way it can be." Seeing Lang Ya wandering away, Zhang Wei comforted himself helplessly, and then talked with Xiao Cheng in detail, and of course made a new request, which was to let Xiao Cheng think about

Make arrangements so that you can go to the place where slaves were traded and imprisoned...

With a large group of people, no one satisfied him. Little Polly didn't like anyone now. If he hadn't still been thinking about that beautiful face, he would have started to deal with these people long ago.

"Come here, you just asked me to let them go, and tell me what good plan you have." Only then did little Polly become more interested.

"Don't worry, young master, you see... we don't need to do anything at all... that wolf-slaying tribe is..., and that woman..." The person who conspired was smiling obscenely.

"Okay, that's right. If your reward is indispensable for success, you will be entirely responsible for it. I will wait for you to send that little beauty to my bed, and then watch those guys being tortured and killed, especially the one named Langya. By the way,

I heard that a group of slaves from the wolf-slaying tribe have come to the market. Go and buy me some little girls. I will go and get rid of the fire first." Little Polly was very satisfied. When he thought about the fate of these people in the near future, he couldn't help but laugh again.

At this moment, the exhausted Mirror was leaning against the cold wall. Along the way, not to mention food, even drinking water was rarely provided. The Mirror looked at the villagers, dying in confusion. Only those who thought they were valuable

, they will only rescue those with low levels or women and children, but they are all left to fend for themselves. It is lucky to be able to get here.

"Brother Zhang Wei, where are you? Have you forgotten the mirror? Wuwuwu..." Jingling Lu choked, but her eyes could no longer shed tears.

At this moment, the sound of breathing was all around him, and the stench passed into his nose. Jing Jing was already used to it. He must have been detained here for several days. According to the standard of one meal a day, Jing Lu gradually lost confidence. He originally imagined that Zhang Wei could

Save yourself, after all, he promised.

The sound of footsteps came from the end of the long corridor. From the sound of a large number of people, Jing Lu knew that someone was here to select slaves again.

This kind of private sale is a non-public and secret transaction. What is sold is not valuable and cannot be sold at a good price at the auction. In addition to saving food, it is also afraid of lowering the overall price of slaves. After all, everyone attending the auction is

It's written with dignity, but if you put some garbage in it, it will seriously affect your reputation.

Of course Jing Jing Lu didn't know this, but she instinctively shrank to the corner, because every time someone came, the greedy and evil eyes frightened her. Biting her chapped lips, Jing Jing Lu secretly prayed in her heart: "This is

This is the last cell, you must finish your selection in other rooms, but don’t come in, don’t do it.”

Jing Jing Lu's prayers had no effect. Suddenly there was the sound of unlocking outside the fence, and the cell he was in was selected. As the torches around him were lit, Jing Jing Lu was shaken so hard that he closed his eyes tightly and his body couldn't help but tremble.

"Well, this time we all have little girls, just her, her, and her." As the words fell, the fate of the three girls was decided. Is it life or death, or is life worse than death?

In the corner of the city where the survivors are located, there are three huge buildings, one is the red building with various forces, and the other is the hexagonal high-rise building occupied by the mysterious Xingyue Civilization. Of course, the largest and most powerful one belongs to the war class.

As a professional civilization, they can't help but take on most of the city's defense tasks, and they also have to issue tasks, teach skills, monitor order, etc.

The reason why war-class civilizations are so powerful is not only because they have more survivors, their civilization characteristics, folk customs, etc. are more sturdy, and they have the ability to protect themselves in the end of the world. In fact, the main reason is that they have a good leader and a person with their own strength.

While powerful, his mind is also extremely clear.

The organization he built seems to be loose and independent, but subconsciously it is extremely close. It is not only the people of this civilization, but also other natives and players. As long as he works full-time and becomes a combat professional, he is tied to this ship and everyone will be prosperous.

, everything will be destroyed. If the war-class civilization is threatened, everyone will not be able to obtain follow-up skills, and their strength will stay at the current professional level.

Moreover, under a fair and just reward and punishment system, everyone works hard, and in the end, all they receive is free things.

The characteristic of the war-class civilization is that it can inherit professions. There are currently three major professions open to the outside world. Among them, due to the leader's signature, the weapon master profession is the most popular. It is said that this leader is infinitely close to the high-level, except for the legendary

The strongest person other than the one among them, so you don’t have to worry about being unable to learn subsequent skills. It can be said that as long as you have enough wealth, anyone can become the next "Weapon Master".

Of course, the other two professions are also very popular, especially during this period. Due to the existence of mutant spiders, profession changes are very popular. More and more people choose the two professions of archer and hunter. After all, they are faced with a huge number of extremely fast spiders.

, it is safer to attack remotely and set up traps to detect dangers.

Seeing the invisible increase in power, the leader didn't care. In the tallest and largest building where survivors gathered, the top floor would always belong to only one person. This was a symbol of power and the city's response to the only "weapon master".

"Respect.

Different from other floors, there are no lights on the top floor. The sunlight shining in is also blocked by countless broken curtains. There are no gorgeous furnishings. Instead, it looks like a martial arts arena. Both the ground and the pillars are covered with scratches.

Ren led two children.

At the highest point of power, there was only one person sitting upright, with many broken and broken weapons scattered around him.

When a person's strength reaches a certain level, he is often more picky about the weapons he uses, especially weapon masters. All lethality depends on the weapons at hand.

Unable to break through that threshold, the "Weapon Master" is very dull. The energy points to advance to the high level have been prepared for a long time, but they cannot be strengthened. Between the intermediate and high levels, there are not only exaggerated energy points, but also exaggerated energy points.

There is an insurmountable chasm.

He crushed a chain hammer in anger. Originally, the spiked black metal ball could easily penetrate the wall and tear the body of the mutated beast apart. But at this moment, it was like tofu. In the hands of the leader, it could not even produce any resistance.

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At this time, a figure walked slowly on the bluestone ground where no one else would have appeared. He was so cautious and respectful, for fear of offending the leader. His bowed body was parallel to the ground, his hands dragging

An iron box.

"Is this the thing?" The leader's voice was so majestic that people couldn't help but worship him.

"Sir, yes, it, it's called Emperor Sun" the visitor replied timidly, with the corners of his mouth raised on his face facing the ground, and his eyes flashing continuously.dd