"Why are we so unlucky to meet such a ruthless person like Feng Qi? Everyone who was forced to mix things up will not be at peace, and I am convinced."
"Whether there is Feng Qi or not, it has nothing to do with me. I am a man assigned to the keyword of virtuous and virtuous, and everyone else in the simulation field will be equally unlucky. Now I just think that the Qiao family can kill Feng Qi and let me in the simulation field
Enjoy a few more days…”
"We share the same problem, and my key word is lingering."
"It's not like you two can't play together as a couple..."
"Go away, what's the point of being so proud of you?"
…
Outside the Qiao family's Demon Camp.
Duge listened to the strange dialogue inside, with a black line in his head.
At this moment.
He finally had a full understanding of the unreliability of keywords.
Compared with lingering and virtuous, Wang San's yandere can indeed be regarded as a quite high-quality keyword.
This is really a game of luck.
His head was spinning for a long time, and he didn't know how a man could maximize his affection and virtuousness!
No wonder Feng Zhong said that some of these waste keywords should be eliminated.
Before, he had thought that no matter how useless keywords were, they could still have some effect.
Now it seems that he really thought too much, and some keywords are so rubbish that no matter how hard he tries, they won't be useful.
A group of people are eliminated during the competition, and a group of people are eliminated due to various reasons after the competition. These people with junk keywords are not qualified to compete for rankings...
After all the calculations, it is estimated that there will be no more than 100 people in the simulation field of 3,000 people who are actually qualified to participate in the final competition.
Can we really select talents by designing such an unfair simulation field?
…
"Brother Qi, what are you doing inside?"
Feng Zhong lowered his voice and asked.
After successively conquering Huashan, Taishan and other sects, the territory of the Peacekeeping Gang expanded, and Duge's attributes improved a lot.
However, the five senses and the like have not been significantly improved.
It should be due to the limitations of the human body's organs. Those who limit the five senses can improve so much.
The three of them have done experiments.
Doug's hearing can cover a one-kilometer radius, and he can even identify the location of everything by listening to sounds.
But Wang San, who was second in the simulation field, had a hearing coverage of only 200 meters.
Feng Zhong is similar to Wang San, which should be the reason why the two have similar attributes.
The gap between them is as much as five times, and they are still unable to accurately identify the location of sounds like Doug. I don’t know why?
Doug didn't ask in detail. Some secrets were better kept in his heart.
so.
At this time, Doug was like a human bug. The sounds he could hear were inaudible to the two of them.
They can't hear it, let alone those on the other side who are lower in the rankings.
"It's nothing. There are indeed some rubbish keywords in Tianmo Camp. This place should be reserved for bait, and the useful people should be in another place." Duge whispered.
"How rubbish it is, tell us and let us laugh along with it." Feng Zhong said with a smile, "In every simulation field, there are always many such unlucky people. No matter how good your grades are in school, it is useless to be assigned a rubbish keyword.
, fate plays tricks on people!”
"Just some keywords such as virtuous, lingering, hardship, and vulnerability," Duger said.
"That is indeed rubbish." Feng Zhong was stunned for a moment and said, "Garbage exists every year, and it is different every year. It doesn't matter if you are assigned a rubbish keyword in the simulation field, but in the alien battlefield, you will randomly find such a rubbish
Keyword, that’s really life-threatening, I pray that luck will always be with me!”
"..." Wang San said, who had been silent, "Brother Seven, let them go! Anyway, they can't make much trouble, so let them enjoy the simulation field for a while longer!"
"Everyone inside wants us to die," Duger said.
"..." Wang San hesitated, the corner of his mouth twitched, and he lowered his eyelids, "Then let's kill him!"
The three of them were about to take action when Doug suddenly stopped.
"What's wrong?" Feng Zhong asked.
"There's no need for us to do anything," Duger said.
Both of them had question marks on their heads.
"Look at the rankings," Duger said.
Feng Zhong and Wang San quickly clicked on their personal panels.
Then.
The two of them were stunned at the same time. The number of people in the simulation field was decreasing rapidly. In this moment, it had dropped from 127 to 115, 108, 103...
It changes almost every second.
"What are they doing?" Feng Zhong was stunned.
"Place the blame and increase the attributes." Duge could clearly hear the movement inside and gave the answer immediately, "There are two people in total. When one of them made a move, one didn't move. It should be to control the field, and the other
They are imitating me and attacking from behind. Tomorrow the Qiao family will probably hear the news about Feng Qiye’s attack on the Demon Camp."
"Fuck." Feng Zhong cursed.
Duge shook his head: "Doing this can arouse the hatred of other players and force the wandering players to join forces with them. It can also put everyone in the Beggar Gang's gangs and lakes at risk and increase patrols. It can achieve multiple goals with one stone. But
Just some useless useless players who died."
"Brother Seven, the keyword of that guy in there must be related to ferocity and killing." Feng Zhong said.
The words were not spoken yet.
Duge had already rushed out and disappeared into the night, and the two of them quickly followed.
The mantis stalks the cicada, followed by the oriole.
At this time, the person who can be sent to increase attributes by killing people must be an important person in the opponent's team, and he cannot be allowed to run away.
…
When Duge was 80 meters away from the Tianmo Camp, the man guarding the camp gate reacted, with a panicked look on his face, and immediately warned: "Feng~~Qi~~Come~~~~Come~~Save~~
I~~"
He spoke very slowly, and while speaking, he turned around and ran towards the camp.
The turning movement is similar to that of a sloth.
The moment he spoke, Doug's figure sank, and his lightning-like speed suddenly slowed down ten times. His running body could even be seen clearly with the naked eye.
Feng Zhong and Wang San who were following him were in a miserable situation. After their originally fast movement was reduced by ten times, their running was almost like jogging by normal people.
"Slow~dull~" Feng Zhong's face suddenly changed, "Qi~Brother~, I'm going to kill~him~, his~key~word~ is slow, a purely combat auxiliary keyword..."
"I love you, baby, don't run away!" Wang San said at the same time, using Jiao's Fear.
But both of them only said half of what they said before returning to normal.
Because the guy finished turning around and exposed his back to Doug, he jumped over in a flash, pierced his heart with a sword, and reaped his life.
Before the man died, he turned his head with difficulty, his eyes full of disbelief: "How can you be so fast?"
"Because you don't know how high my attributes are!" Duge gave him an explanation, pulled out his long sword with his backhand, and looked at the guy in the camp who was killing people with a sword.
The man stood among the corpses on the ground, his eyes were red, and he looked at Duge with a look of shock on his face: "You were not suppressed slowly..."
The words are not finished yet.
Duge had already dodged in front of him, thrust his sword and stabbed him.
The slowness at the door taught Doug a lesson.
The keywords are weird and weird. They can kill one person but not the other. The other party has summoned more people. Maybe some outrageous derivative skills have been born among these people!
A violent aura emanated from the other party.
There was an inexplicable fear in Du Ge's heart, as if he was standing opposite a demon who had killed countless people.
this moment.
He seemed to experience the feeling of those who are possessed by the fear of coquettishness.
The fear brought by the other party should be different from Wang San's, at least he didn't want to escape.
The other party exudes a unique aura that looks down upon everything, and if you dare to attack, I will tear you into pieces.
With the blessing of this aura, he dodged and avoided Du Ge's sword that stabbed his heart. He slashed Du Ge's head with the sword. The narrow blade was forced to be used as a machete.
Thick.
Sharp!
Cruel!
It was as if a violent storm had struck Doug.
"Good brother, how can you kill people here?" Wang San's pitiful voice sounded at the right time. The man panicked inexplicably, and his violent aura was suddenly interrupted. Duge opened his sword and struck at his long head.
sword.
The next second.
The golden light flashed and his throat was cut.
"Is it okay to face it?" The man looked at Duge, uttered a few words with difficulty, fell to the ground unwillingly, and was eliminated.
"Brother Seven, we are at the right place. We even have a fighting group. If we give them time to grow, we might be able to make a comeback for them." Feng Zhong stood next to Duge and glanced at the corpse on the ground with a serious look on his face.
There is only one female player left in the Demon Camp.
She looked at the corpses on the ground, then looked at Feng Qi, sighed sadly, raised her hands, and made a smile: "Feng Qi, my key word is embarrassment, can I live? I can sleep with you,
I can also provide you with information!”
Putting sleeping together before providing information is your way of using keywords?
It's really embarrassing!
Duge glanced at her and asked, "How many people are there in the Qiao family?"