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Chapter 151: The No. 8 footprint

It's still dark, but it's a hideous night where you can't even see your fingers.

Mad Dog Dragon stood on a flying magic wand. Because he was flying so fast, the cold wind blowing against his face made it almost impossible to open his eyes, but he still tried hard to open them. The sound of wind in his ears kept rustling, like

The sound of the blade cutting across the enemy's neck.

In a few more nights like this, it will be the Spring Festival, a traditional grand festival of the Chinese people. Choosing to act at this time is equally unexpected.

Leng Feng, who was standing steadily in front, turned his head and Mad Dog Dragon asked: "Are we here?"

Leng Feng nodded: "We're here!"

The speed of the flying magic wand slowed down, and Mad Dog Dragon took a long breath. The winter night air was cold, and he tried his best to keep his mind clear.

Leng Feng looked down and said silently: "I also did something big when I was at level 11?"

At such a critical moment, he actually said such a sentence. Mad Dog Dragon asked curiously: "What kind of big event?"

Leng Feng said calmly: "I got three relatively good skill books, but they were deceived, and they were deceived by a relatively famous person."

Mad Dog Long said: "So you also went to take revenge?"

Leng Feng said: "In the end, I died miserably that time, and my whole body exploded. The lesson I learned that time was profound, and I can still remember it to this day."

Mad Dog Dragon was silent for a long time and said: "But I am different."

Leng Feng's eyes flashed: "Why?"

Mad Dog Long said: "I have also been laughed at and insulted. I always endured it silently before, thinking that I would still survive after all. But after entering "The Ninth Continent", I no longer think so."

"Then what do you think?"

A bright light appeared in the eyes of the mad dog dragon, and he said word by word: "Nowadays, people are living more and more like dogs, but dogs are living more and more like humans. More and more people are vying to live like dogs.

But there are also people who have been trying to live like a human being."

Another strong wind blew by, and Mad Dog Dragon's clothes were fluttering, but his eyes were extremely firm.

Leng Feng stared at him for a moment and then waved his hand: "Well said, let's go!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Mad Dog Dragon jumped up and jumped off the flying magic wand. It fell rapidly like a rocket in the high air.

There were bright spots on the ground. The bright spots gradually enlarged, and it was only now that Mad Dog could clearly see the true identity of the footprints of Caesar's Palace No. 8.

This is a very large factory area. In addition to factory buildings, squares, parking lots, clock towers, gardens and other facilities, its periphery is also built with high walls. There are actually roads built on top for patrols and attacks outside.

of wilderness.

He finally understood why he described this place like that before the 1v3. This place was like a fortress. If he hadn't used this method, it would have been very difficult to enter from the ground.

There was a "click" sound. Mad Dog Dragon pressed the box on his waist, and Peter Pan spit out seven or eight thin threads, and then pulled out a canvas with a "crack" sound. Looking from a distance, it was exactly a canvas.

The parachute was opened, and Mad Dog Dragon hung this black parachute and blended into the night.

No one noticed that he had sneaked into the No. 8 footprint by airdrop without anyone noticing.

Seeing that it was about to fall to the ground, Mad Dog Dragon pressed Peter Pan again, and the fine holes on the box spit out a piece of metal wire again. The front probe hit the ceiling of the seven-story clock tower, and at the same time, the parachute retracted the box.

Then, with another hard pull, Mad Dog Dragon rose up to the seven-story building like a cloud and mist.

Fortunately, there were no players nearby at this time. If anyone saw it, they would probably think it was an illusion.

With this new prop, Mad Dog Dragon truly transformed into a generation of Peter Pan. Next, he checked his equipment again on the bell tower. This time he really wanted to play a big game, and he couldn't be too cautious.

At this moment, in the 10-story spectacular building with the largest footprint on No. 8, more than 1,000 players who work here all year round are gathered together.

What are they doing? Of course they are celebrating the annual meeting before the Spring Festival.

Since Trail No. 8 is very far away from the headquarters in Teisberg, and it is the operation center that maintains the logistics supplies of the entire Caesar Palace, they cannot go back to attend the grand and luxurious annual meeting of the headquarters.

But the Caesar Palace is not stingy with its members, and the headquarters has allocated a sum of funds to hold the branch's annual meeting.

The restaurant on the second floor was decorated tonight with Chinese festive features, with Spring couplets, red curtains, and the word "Fu" everywhere.

This restaurant is a bit like a theater. The stage at the front is tall and large. There are hundreds of round tables below. There are performances on the stage, and people drink and eat meat below. It is a lively and festive scene, which is somewhat similar to the wedding scene of Tianxianzi.

place.

Now the annual meeting has obviously reached its climax. The players in the audience were drunk and drowsy. The female host in dignified and graceful clothes on the stage took the microphone and said excitedly: "Today, we are our brothers and sisters on the 8th footprint."

The happiest day is also the 4th anniversary of the completion of Caesar Palace No. 8. All of us have been working for the guild for 4 years. On this gratifying day, the headquarters specially sent Miss Pi Xiaozhi and

Let’s celebrate the Spring Festival together.”

Bie Xiaozhi is a life player. Her position in the Caesar Palace is not high, but she works in the external propaganda department of the headquarters. Due to her delicate appearance and charming beauty, the guild's external posters are all based on her impression.

, her beautiful figure is all on the posters and promotional videos that are plastered all over the city of Teisberg. She is quite well-known and is the goddess that many men in the Caesar Palace dream of.

The fact that the goddess came to this remote base in person is a sign that the headquarters attaches great importance to this place.

The host became excited again: "After Miss Bie Xiaozhi finishes singing, we will draw the lucky guests tonight. The chosen guests will have dinner with Miss Bie later, and our beautiful Miss Bie will be invited to the stage."

"Wow!" The whole audience suddenly burst into loud cheers. Even the players who were still drinking put down their cups, and the eyes of the bachelors were all glowing green.

I saw a female player wearing an all-red tight-fitting hip-hugging dress walking onto the stage. This dress has two obvious special features. One is that the chest is cut very low. The ravine is very thought-provoking. The other is that the skirt is extremely short.

Her white and tender thighs are very eye-catching, paired with a pair of black high-heeled boots. For the thousand-year-old bachelors who have been working here for many years, if such a person is not a goddess, then who is?

What's more, this Bie Xiaozhi is indeed not bad looking. Compared with Qiushui Yiren's stunning beauty, although it is slightly lacking, it is not much different.

As soon as she came on stage, the crowd began to howl wildly. But Bi Xiaozhi smiled and waved, and the crowd became quiet again: "Dear brothers and sisters, this song "Don't Forget Tonight" is dedicated to everyone. On my behalf

President Qu thanks everyone for your hard work for the guild this year."

After saying that, the lights became colorful. Bi Xiaozhi stepped forward holding the microphone. Not to mention her singing voice was extremely sweet:

"Don't forget tonight, don't forget tonight, I gave you my whole heart. I gave my whole person to you. Without you, this life is too boring. Without you, this world is too boring, except for you.

I don’t want anything but you..."

Just when the song reached its climax, there was a sudden "click" and all the lights in the restaurant went out.

"Ah, what's going on?"

"What's wrong?"

"Is there a short circuit in the control room?"



Thousands of people were shouting in the dark, but the emergency lights were quickly turned on and the stage regained a certain level of light.

At this time, the audience fell silent again, and in the center of the stage, an assassin in black clothes and black trousers stood quietly, with a strange and ferocious Daxia warrior mask on his face.

"Wow, is this the lucky guest today?"

"How did he get picked?"

"Could it be that he has four eyes? He looks like that. If he doesn't wear a mask, would he be embarrassed to share the stage with the goddess?"

"I think 80% of the time it is!"



It was unclear whether these players were drunk, but the host and Bie Xiaozhi found it strange. However, before they could speak, the black-clothed assassin spoke first, and they didn’t know where he got a microphone from.

The field is clearly audible:

"Everyone, please allow me to introduce myself. My name is a hard cucumber!"

When he introduced it like this, the whole audience was stunned, and then a burst of huge laughter erupted, and some people even whistled: "Brother, your name is definitely a magic tool for hooking up with girls, no wonder you were chosen."

Mad Dog Dragon chuckled: "I came here today to play an interesting game with everyone."

Bi Xiaozhi is at least a member of the External Propaganda Department of the Caesar Palace. He always felt that this name was familiar, but for a while he couldn't remember where he had heard it.

Mad Dog Dragon laughed and said: "This game is like an eagle catching a chicken. You act as the chicken and I act as the eagle. Everyone, run away. I'm here to catch you."

The people below burst out laughing, and many felt that this annual meeting was really unique and creative.

Mad Dog Dragon continued to laugh and said: "I know everyone doesn't believe it, but everyone will believe it soon."

After saying that, he yanked out the AK47 and fired five shots at the chic chest next to him "bang bang bang bang bang".

This change was so fast and shocking that no one could react.

The gunfire was stunning, and blood surged up. The goddess in the hearts of countless people was beaten up on the spot, and pieces of clothes were flying in the air. Bi Xiaozhi didn't even have time to scream, and she fell into a pool of blood. Zhang Da

The death state with wide mouth and wide eyes is really horrible to watch.

Mad Dog Dragon glanced at it, eh? Return to the goddess? The breast pads used by Nima are thicker than my palms. A woman is a hammer, a god is a hammer, fuck!

At this moment, the whole place was in chaos. No one thought that No. 8, which had had no safety incidents in four years, would have an outsider sneak in, and the one who got in was a killer. The most terrible thing was that he would kill whenever he wanted, leaving no room for error.

Of course Mad Dog Dragon came prepared. After defeating the goddess, he immediately threw two chrysanthemum thunders.

"Boom, boom, boom" made two loud noises, and two spectacular flames were set off under the stage. The air wave of the explosion lifted up the two round tables, and the plates, bowls and chopsticks "clacked, clattered, clinked, clinked, and clattered".

"Brothers, if there is an enemy, let's make trouble for them." Someone finally reacted.

But at this time, even the emergency lights went out with a "chi", and the whole place was completely plunged into darkness. (To be continued, please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!


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