The Trial Game of Life

"boom!"

"boom!"

"Snapped!"

"Oh!"

"Don't fight, don't fight!"

"I surrender!"

"Help!"

The lights in the corridor were shaking, and the lights were illuminating the figures on the wall, spreading their teeth. The shouting was crushed and shattered, and it penetrated the night sky and came out far away, but no one came to control it.

The new players are uneasy, not because they are too timid, but because everything in front of them is beyond their imagination-someone boldly rushed forward and wanted to save Tangcuo, but what they saw was that they were so angry. Bone chopper.

When the fight was over, Tang Cuo hummed and asked, "Are you still here?"

The five of them twisted crazy on the ground and backed away, "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no! Uncle, you are my uncle, we don’t know Taishan with your eyes, you are good, you are good..."

Huang Mao's face was so swollen that he couldn't speak, and his mouth leaked out of his teeth, which was extremely painful.

Tang Cuo asked, "Are there any people above you?"

In this world, the old ones are beaten up, and the older ones are beaten up. At this moment, after a fierce fight, Tang Cuo's health value dropped from 13 to 5, and he returned to before liberation.

Opening the character panel and glancing at it, Tang Cuo couldn't help but black his face.

Upon seeing this, the five shivered for no reason and continued to shake their heads frantically, and it was gone. This is really gone. If they were not too poorly mixed, they would not come here to bully the weakest newcomers.

Tang Cuo just picked up the plastic bag, stuffed the bone-chopping knife inside, and left.

When his figure finally disappeared at the corner of the stairs, the five men quickly got up and helped each other to flee. Players in the building and on the street looked at their backs and looked at each other.

Tang Cuojing returned to the house, only to find that the doors and windows were open. Looking inside, the clothes he used to tie Zhang Xing had been torn into pieces, and Zhang Xing, who was still in his house, was said to be missing.

It is obvious where he went.

Tang Cuo put down the plastic bag and walked over to the window to look out and saw Zhang Xing slide down the sewer pipe. Don't look bloated, the movement is quite flexible.

Just run.

Tang Cuo had no interest in what to do inside the fraud gang. If Zhang Xing did not run, he would have to worry about how to throw people out. But when he was about to turn back and close the window, a magnetic but full of joking sound suddenly came from the next door--

"I didn't expect you to be kind."

Tang Cuo turned his head and saw a clown face, his eyebrows jumped.

The clown squatted on the window sill, wearing motorcycle boots and a fringed tassel leather jacket. His hair was long, so he lifted a little and pricked a small tug in the back to reveal his forehead. The oil paint on his face also seemed to be applied casually, with a scarlet raised mouth. Seeing Tang Cuo turn around, he raised a hand and tilted his head slightly "Good evening."

Tang Cuo narrowed his eyes. This man is at least one meter nine, with wide shoulders and narrow waist, and it is difficult for him to squat on the window sill with a diameter of ten centimeters.

The clown saw that he didn't respond, and he didn't care much. He pointed to Zhang Xing and said with a smile: "In zone f, there are at least a dozen of gangs like this, each occupying an area. The newcomer was deceived. No, there are not a few who are unwilling to be fooled in the end. They call this the first lesson."

Tang Cuo "So?"

The clown supported his chin and said, "I'm boasting you, can't you hear it?"

"Oh." Tang Cuo closed the window directly.

He was not very interested in chatting with each other. Having this idle time, he might as well go back to sleep. He thought so, and did so, turning back to cover the newly purchased sheets, ready to make up the night.

"Boom." Something hit the window.

Tang Cuo didn't want to be bothered, but the sounds of "Dong, Dong" continued one after another, and he could only walk to the window again. When the window opened, something hit the door directly. He raised his hand to catch it, spread his palms and looked at it—it was a colorful marble.

The clown was still crouching on the balcony next door, tossing marbles with great interest, saying, "You really believe them, don't think anyone will come to trouble again?"

Tangcuo "What about faith, what about unbelief."

The clown spread his hands. "It's really not very good. But few new people are as calm as you. I'm a little curious. How did you die?"

Tang Cuo refused to answer.

"You don't want to say, how about making a friend?" the clown said. "It happens to live next door. If you speak, I can help."

"No, thank you." Tang Cuo still closed the window.

The clown still reminded him that the f-zone is very large, and it is really impossible to have such a small gang. In such a place, weak meat and strong food, if Huang Mao can not hold the site, someone will naturally come to divide.

According to the usual routine, Tang Cuo should knock them all down and become the boss himself, but he is not interested in being the boss at all.

"Boom." Here again.

Tang Cuo's brain hurts.

"Boom." It's not over yet.

Tang Cuo took a deep breath, opened the window again, and smiled, "Is something wrong?"

Clown "Are you angry?"

Tang Cuo was "obvious."

The clown "Has anyone told you before, you look pretty angry."

roll.

"You are not a new player. There are people dying every day, new people are joining every day, such things are happening every day. You should have seen a lot, why should you help me?" Tang Cuo has a sharp eye, as if he can **** at a glance. Into the other party's heart, "Watch the show as before, isn't it?"

The clown raised her eyebrows. "How do you know I haven't shot before?"

The downstairs became more and more noisy, and more and more new players stepped out of the room with courage. They were gathering together in twos and threes at this moment, wantonly selling panic.

Of course there are old players, but they are familiar with this kind of scene, and usually only glance at it and are interested.

The black city is still brightly lit.

Tangcuo and the clown looked at each other more like confrontation.

A weird feeling suddenly rushed into my heart. Tang Cuo looked closely at the man opposite, but he couldn't figure out where the strange source was in his heart.

"Okay, I won't disturb you anymore." The clown smiled abruptly. "If you look at me like this, it is easy for me to have some vulgar associations, and I can't sleep well at night."

He responded with a relentless "bang".

Tang Cuo felt that he was ill, so he was talking to him here.

At the same time, area a.

In the secluded garden villa, firefly-like floating lights circle the whole villa along the cobblestone road. When the wind gently blows, they will fall on the treetops and flowers and leaves, secretly, blinking like stars Wink. A black mechanical bird stands alone at the end of the road. It holds its head high, and a crystal heart glitters in the hollow body.

Suddenly, a cry of excitement came out of the house, and all the suspended lights shuddered, even the mechanical bird changed the arc of his head.

"Boss, he was fined back to area f again?! He made a mistake in the copy again??" The pink man's eyes widened, and he even stood on the sofa to fully express his exclamation.

The woman who was applying nails on the opposite side shook her hands, and the nail polish was applied to the outside. She looked up quietly. "Your nicknames are used a bit too much."

Fan Mao spreads his hand, "Otherwise I'll use it?"

The woman shrugged and continued to paint her nails slowly, it didn't matter. Fan Mao was anxious and quickly said, "Why are you so calm? This is the first few times, and he has to rise from f to f. It is not a small trumpet in the online game, but it can also be double."

"What do you want?"

"I just can't do anything so I'm in a hurry!"

The woman was not in a hurry, she was not in a hurry, and raised her hand to admire the black nails she had just painted—well, it matched her hair specially.

Pink hair was dazed when she saw her smile, black nails, black skirt and long straight hair, she looked like a dark witch every day, but she likes pink plush toys, and forced him to dye his hair pink, and the tears drifted into tears. .

"If you are worried, then go to the f district to find him."

"Hiss." Pink Mao hugged his arm and suddenly shivered. "He must be still angry, I don't want to touch him."

"Then stay well."

"I can't bear it. The boss said that he took me to the task this week, but he was fined back!"

Pinkhair sat down, but he was really worried and angry. He wanted to talk about the update of the blacklist, but now he is not happy to say that, because compared to the 99th suddenly killed, the number one who continues to die is obviously more powerful.

It was so powerful that it exploded.

Zuo Siyou thought, Fan Mao still decided to secretly go to the F area to explore the situation.

Yongye City is a place with great rules and no rules. It abandons all the laws and morals of the world, but it also exercises very strict jurisdiction over each district. In addition to the central area that can be accessed by all districts, those in the high-level district can walk in the low-level district. Those in the low-ranking district who want to go to the high-ranking district can only earn enough points to upgrade or obtain a temporary pass.

There is only one g zone between zone a and zone f, which is very close, but zone g is the prison of Yongye City, where a very perverted warden lives, so the powder must first rush to the central zone, and then from The central zone enters zone f.

When he arrived, it was already more than four in the morning.

At four o'clock in the morning, the f zone is still very lively, and the new players and the old players who are accustomed to it are like the two constant protagonists in the play, performing the same play code every day.

Fan Mao hasn't come to this new player gathering place for a long time, and it's inevitable that there will be some sigh. At the same time, he also couldn't figure it out. The boss has been quiet for quite a long time. Why was he fined again today? What's more, he promised to take himself to do the task, and would not make an appointment without reason.

Forget it, don't understand or not.

Fanmao lightly walked the road to avoid the crowd and walked to East Cross Street. Even if it is the same district, there are differences between different streets. East Cross Street is the worst and weakest place in the entire f zone. Some people even called it a garbage collection site.

Jin Cheng, the pink boss, as the number one on the blacklist, will be thrown away as garbage on East Cross Street once he is fined, and he will be in the same room every time.

There is only one Yongquan Street customer in East Cross Street.

Fenmao walked forward while sullen, but instead of going up the stairs to East Cross Street, he climbed the window directly. The height of the third floor is almost at his fingertips for a class A elite, even if he still carries a large package, it is a matter of seconds.

"Bang, bang!"

"Boss! Boss, I'm here!"

"boom!"

"Boss!"

The pink hair knocked on the window for a long time, and no one should answer. He couldn't help but increase his strength. As a result, he only exerted a little force. With a "click", the glass broke. He looked at the broken glass in horror, and looked at the people in the room in horror, and found in horror—

"Who are you?"

"Who do you say I am?"

Tang Cuo raised his bone-chopping knife at the head of the bed with a black face, and chopped a knife on the window frame, "clicking", and the remaining half of the glass was shattered. The glass ballast fell like a cold ice rain straight onto the pink fur, and poked his heart into cold and cold.

"This big brother, you must calm down, don't ever calm down. I'm in the wrong place, really! I'm leaving now!" The instinct to survive overwhelmed curiosity, and Fanmao turned to jump downstairs, but just turned his head , I saw my boss came out of the head from the next window.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"What are you doing??" Fan Mao asked back.

"Apply a mask."

"Ouch **** me!"

The pink hair fell off with excitement and fell on all fours.

After a quarter of an hour, Tang Cuo's room.

Pink-haired hands rested properly on his knees, revealing the most obedient smile ever. In fact, he didn't know why this happened, anyway, the situation is quite strange.

He, Wen Xiaoming, an elite in district a, installed grandchildren in a garbage building in district f. There were two people sitting in the room. One was his boss, wearing a mask as white as ghosts. The other was an unknown new player, and his face was so dark and black as ghosts.

There was a round table among the three, and a black bone chopping knife was inserted diagonally on the table, and the cold light was glowing in the dim light.

Perhaps there is a new interpretation of this story called "Two Butchers and a Pig to be Slaughtered".

The author has something to say that this pair can actually be called black and white impermanence hhhhh

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