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Chapter five hundred and first tragic

Renjiazhuang, inside the inn.

The entire security team was hiding on the first floor. A group of people were holding weapons and noisily discussing today's ambush operation.

The four of them, Gao Ning, were sitting in the corner on the second floor, eating dinner and listening to the noise below.

"These guys are simply synonymous with a mob. They were gathered together before it was dark. It's almost two o'clock in the morning, and they haven't come up with a reason yet!" Lan Weiwei couldn't help but speak after hearing the noise all night.

Make complaints.

Liu Dabao was also a little strange: "That shouldn't be the case. Uncle Jiu has a very high prestige in this village. He can be said to be a man of his word. In the plot, he also led everyone to kill the bandits. Now that the situation is like this, why don't you say a word?"

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"Probably waiting for us to take action!"

Gao Ning took a chopstick of chopped chicken and threw it into his mouth. Feeling the tender and soft texture, he spoke calmly.

Needless to say, everything in the film and television world is very crude. The buildings in the village, the paving of the ground, and even the clothes people wear, all look like shoddy things, but the food is extremely delicious.

White chopped chicken, lion's head, roasted bacon duck, roasted snails, plus some seasonal vegetables, a big Eight Immortals table is fully decorated, plus a pot of old wine, drink and eat, it is really a taste of the gods.

Even Lan Weiwei was attracted by these dishes with rough appearance but extraordinary taste when they were first served, not to mention Liu Dabao, a foodie.

"He has good plans! He wants to throw us out and use us as targets!" Liu Dabao curled his lips.

Gao Ning didn't answer, picked up the wine glass, took a sip, and looked out the open window.

There are still some thin clouds in the sky, but they are quickly dissipating. The previously hazy moonlight has disappeared without a trace. The moonlight spills onto the ground, illuminating the ground as bright as day.

Gao Ning has never taken those bandits seriously, and his target has always been the reincarnators.

After all, no matter how they disguise the mission, their real purpose this time is to kill each other.

When he experienced the previous two worlds, Gao Ning was still wondering why the tasks issued by this reincarnation space were so simple.

It seems that there is no cruel style like raising poison in the reincarnation space in the novel.

Gao Ning thought that he was too open-minded and did not feel the danger of the reincarnation space.

Now it seems that the time has not yet come.

Each of the three tasks in this trial has its own purpose. In the last one, I can finally see my true face.

Gao Ning's eyes flashed slightly, and his visual nerves were connected to the battlefield in an instant.

Over the valley, an owl has been hovering, its two sapphire-like cat eyes watching the battlefield below.

The wolves were like white waves, mercilessly beating against the rocks in the center.

Even though the bandits are brave and fearless of death, they can only retreat in the face of the overwhelming wolves.

Often just a wave hits and a large number of bandits disappear.

Seeing that the witch was anxious and angry, she kept making weird roaring sounds, and occasionally her throat surged and she spit out a mouthful of white worms.

These white bugs look disgusting and harmless, but when exposed to blood, they can instantly expand and turn red. When the white wolf passes by, it clings to them like cockleburs and disappears in the hair in a blink of an eye.

The parasitized white wolf showed no reaction at first, but within three to five minutes, it would wail and fall to the ground in convulsions, unable to get up again.

Then he convulsed, slowly lost the ability to move, and finally died.

Such a miserable death method would definitely scare away a large group of people, but this is a pack of wolves, and they will not be driven away by fear.

The fat man attacked with an iron ball and knocked away more than a dozen white wolves. He took the opportunity to take two steps back, squatted down slightly, and suddenly exerted force on his legs. His huge body suddenly jumped five or six meters high, with his feet crossed and swinging, and suddenly hit the wolf.

Ten meters later.

Due to his excessive weight, two big holes were almost made in the ground when he landed. The fat man took two steps and stepped on the solid ground before a spinning black shadow fell in the air and landed lightly on the fat man's shoulders.

The monkey shook the blood on the black knife and said solemnly: "Something is wrong. These wolves are too difficult to deal with."

The fat man hummed: "I've seen it a long time ago! What kind of land can raise so many fat and strong giant wolves? This is a world of zombies and Maoshan magic. It's not a special spiritual revival!"

"The opponent is a ruthless person! He is here to kill the bandits directly. He is so ruthless! But I don't understand how he got so many giant wolves. Even a summoner wouldn't bring such a foul one, right? This

...How can we do this task?" When Monkey said the first half of the words, there was still a hint of admiration in his tone, but now in the last two sentences, he can't control his emotions.

He wanted to look up to the sky and shout, Lord God! Someone is cheating!

The two of them were fighting outside just now, with great momentum and openness, sharing a lot of pressure for the bandits. Suddenly they jumped to the rear of the battlefield. The bandits' casualties suddenly more than doubled, and the defensive circle was like an onion.

It is peeled off layer by layer at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Every missing floor means that at least twenty or thirty people are missing.

In the time it took for the two of them to talk, at least a hundred bandits were killed, and the defense line was suddenly crumbling.

The bandit leaders who were holding the line at the rear couldn't help but rush forward.

The witch walked over menacingly, staring with two red and blood-stained eyes, and said stiffly: "Why are you retreating? Why don't you resist quickly?"

The fat and thin people looked at her, sneered and ignored her.

Miko was very powerful, but that was during the time of magic and ghosting after death. When she was alive, she was not outstanding at all. She was defeated from the front, captured her subordinates, and fell into the trap easily. She was simply fooled around.

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If the main god had not arranged the identity at the beginning of the mission, the two sides could not leave the valley before fighting. They would have left long ago.

When they saw the virtues of these bandits, the two of them had no hope that they would succeed.

At this time, it was only a matter of time before the bandits were defeated, and they were not taken seriously.

Seeing their attitude, the witch became furious and raised her hand to take action.

A howl suddenly came from the top of the mountain, and the wolf pack, which was attacking like a wave, gave up the good situation and began to retreat layer by layer.

The witch was startled, and ran quickly towards the battlefield, no longer caring about the fat and thin people.

The two of them stared closely at the direction of the top of the mountain. Their eyesight was far beyond that of ordinary people, and they saw a figure very clearly.

Is that the enemy?

But how did he get out? Could it be...

The two looked at each other with caution in their eyes.

At this time, a cold voice drifted into my ears: "It seems that you have also discovered it, so come over here, it's time to talk!"


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