As if everyone was stunned, the three people who were screaming and jumping ran out from the east side without causing anyone to move. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info most viewers are no longer surprised - survival games are in the past, and playing lively is the key now.

But it backfired.

Kyle rushed out of the East Gate with two small ones, jumped directly into the nearest audience seat and squeezed into the back of the crowd, while clamoring: "Get out of the way!"

As a result, the passing auditorium was caused by a riot.

"......" Lolohia ran to the audience, because there were only two entrances and exits in the big tournament when the blue cover was still there, and now her best choice was to run with her back to Kyle, desperate to run with her back to her, no!

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The roar was abrupt, as if the creatures of the underworld were trying to breathe in order to adapt to the demands of natural space, in order to integrate into the unnatural in front of them as soon as possible.

If you can fully comprehend this undotted text, of course, you can appreciate the eerie silence of the scene - the lion holds his breath before rushing into the flock.

The starting pistol was the first to react to the big stallion's very inappropriate order: "the witch!

Was there thunder in the sky?

Was there an earthquake on the ground?

South Tsunami?

I still don't know where the hundred-level tornado blew from the rockery in the venue and destroyed the rockery in an instant, thousands of pounds of boulders flew up to the audience, the stone stairs were wiped into slides, the wooden seats were smashed to pieces, and the meat people were crushed into meat patties. The fury of the beast is too lazy to despise the ridiculous gravity of the big stallion.

The panic is like an inferior firecracker with 10,000 firecrackers, which return to the tide at the explosion point, but after they are finally ignited, they are wantonly guided and exploded into a mess.

"Save the ......" The old men who came from afar usually didn't have time to shout the second word, and they were choked back into their lifeless flesh without allowing fermentation, and they had time to appreciate the hollowed out stomach of the heartless monkey before the cranial nerve died.

Her long flowing hair and glamorous woman's scalp hang from the flippers of the monster, like slippers in hell.

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At the gates of the city stood two of the most unpopular young men.

Commonly known as: offended the upper eyelids.

The brass hammer was very bad for them, and almost the entire team skipped shifts, leaving only these two boys to be scarecrows at the door.

"Licorice, why don't you change your name like Ah San and Ah Si?" The one who spoke had a beer belly, trousers were deerskin skirts, and was carrying a saber crookedly, but his upper body was so bare that he didn't wear anything - because the chain mail was taken by him to change for wine.

"It's like you can't quit drinking," the young man called Licorice is a rare well-proportioned body among Aragonese men, he doesn't have a very tall stature, he doesn't have a frightening biceps, and he doesn't have the most popular name in the Aragonese army, "My name is Licorice, no one can change it, they like to let the chief name it, what is the name of Ah San, Ah Si, it's their business"

Arnold pulled the oily gourd around his waist along the lanyard to the side of his neck, this lanyard is exquisite, it was invented by Arnold himself, so that he can still find wine when he is drunk - as long as he keeps pulling along the inner rope, he can pull the gourd to his mouth, "You can't do this all the time, the copper hammer is his new official and has three fires, and he will soon take you to the knife." Leave you to watch the gate now, and you won't even be able to see the gate in the future. You wait, our brothers won't be able to spend a few days to stop living. Arnold poured the wine down his throat, swallowed it with a "grunt", and then shook his tongue with a grin: "Good wine!

Licorice didn't look at him, and his eyes were fixed on the two horse-drawn firewood carts in the distance, the unusually strong coachman, and the rut that was too heavy.

Arnold poked him in the ribs and persuaded, "I told you, the copper hammer is worried that it can't find your handle, don't make trouble lately." ”

Licorice's eyes flashed, "I see a foot!" he hurried a few steps to catch up, "just under that stack of firewood!" his observation was sharp, but out of place.

Arnold was not slow to react, grabbed his arm and scolded: "Tell you not to cause trouble! As he spoke, he waved his hand at the coachman in the distance.

When the coachman saw that the situation was not good, he turned his horse's head and drove the cart down the road, and soon went into the woods, probably to go around to the west gate.

"Why are you stopping me!" Licorice stood back in place indignantly, when the captain was not there, his scope of authority was only one acre and three points of land at the gate of the East City Gate, "and I don't know whose girl was taken by them!"

“…… Calm down my little brother...... "Arnold patted him on the back while this kind of thing is not a day or two, there must be someone above to take care of it, our two jobs are almost gone, how can we care about this stall?" Arnold wanted to drink again, while pulling the rope to find the wine gourd, while continuing to enlighten: "Isn't it good to be like this now? Some people buy and some sell, otherwise, forty years ago, our brothers were still in the mountains to grab fruits to eat with the orangutan king! Do you remember your father and my second uncle and the broken thatched hut in the mountains?" Besides, the car is not necessarily a woman, they also sell children, and sell poor children in the countryside who don't remember to small traders in the city with a little spare money, so that it is good for children, and they don't have to be poor ghosts for the rest of their lives. ”

Licorice turned her head to glare at him.

"What are you glaring at me?" Arnold was not stunned at all: "I didn't let the kidnapping child." He drank to himself, "I think it's quite creative." It's called ...... It's called ...... This is called alleviating the contradictions of the capitalist class, reducing the gap between the rich and the poor, yes, selling the children of the proletariat to the bourgeois leaders as child brides......

Licorice turned his head angrily and ignored this money-worshipping drunkard, and looked up to see the flocks of birds flying in the sky, did they even have to escape from this materialistic and selfish society?

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Murong Ming looked at the head of the child in his hand in shock, and there were only two dry flesh holes left in the child's eyes. The old man could tell that there was not a single child in the field who had been murdered by him.

But, but this human head, this human head is really placed in front of his eyes,

Where did it come from?

Unless!

The old man's face turned pale in an instant, and he couldn't suppress the surging true qi, and the soul fixing needle exerted two hundred percent of its effect at this moment, and the pole hand spurted blood into the sky and fell into the artificial pond in the field.