Yes, he is responsible for taking care of the monsters, but he only suppresses them by force, and things like "breeding" are all done by the cronies of the big stallions, and the old man never dreamed that the Panshan monsters that eat human flesh and drink human blood are locked in the cages of the underground corridors, and they can eat the "delicacies of the mountains and seas" that they dream of. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"What have I done!"

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"Give me back my ......" squeezed true anger is waiting to be vented,

"Give me back my ......" roar was suppressed in his chest,

"Give me back my ......" The fierce beast in my heart has been awakened,

"Sister!" There is no more brutal animal than a grizzly bear awakened from hibernation.

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In fact, no one was able to control the chaotic scene, and the horror spread from one point to the entire arena at an unimaginably fast speed.

Too many people who didn't have time to react were thrown into the sky by chimpanzees who had not yet grown horns, and they were smashed to pieces.

More are easily enchanted by the Eight Great Lakes and then entangled into an airless cocoon of death.

The original colorful leopard has to be hunted in the only two entrances and exits.

Large swaths of human heads were taken to the sky by pure heartless monkeys with sharp claws.

Open your eyes!

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At a certain level, monsters can distinguish between friend and foe, and they once fell into the trap of smart people alone. Once they escaped, in the face of an infinitely humanized society, they knew that they would gather together, and even cooperate with each other, intentionally or unintentionally, to return all the grievances they had suffered for a long time and the humiliation of being prisoners to these self-righteous human beings.

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"In fact, with your skills, if you are willing to bow to the copper hammer, you will definitely be able to become his right-hand man. "Arnold has been doing licorice ideological work these days.

"Why don't you go and be a dog for him?" Licorice was impatient.

Arnold pouted: "I would like to, but people think I'm sloppy and poor in kung fu, the point is that there is a cousin like you." He patted the beer belly, "If you mix it well, brother, I won't have to be dragged down." ”

"The name can't be changed, Ah San, Ah Si or something sounds like a dog. "Licorice is really being considered.

"Hey, we just have to be like dogs! We're dogs! Rich people's watchdogs!" Arnold was in high spirits, not knowing if he was joking.

...... "licorice was silent for a long time" people before were not like this. ”

"Yes, yes, people used to have their own names, boulders, turkeys, and if you're a legend, you don't have to change it. Arnold looked straight at the ****** girl who passed by the door.

"I'm not just talking about that. Licorice remembered the history books he read when he was a child: "At that time, our army was still heroic. ”

"It's the same now!" Arnold puffed up, and if he hadn't whistled at ****** Recruit Girl at the same time, I would have thought he still had the glory of a soldier.

"Not anymore!" Licorice was furious, he felt that Arnold hadn't listened at all, "The heroic team of the past has been removed! Aragon's invincible 'Iron Head' team, 5,000 to 50,000 'Watermelon' team...... They were all broken up and divided into the "4578 Marine Brigade", "2345 Meter National Soldier Company", "19th Black Eagle Company", "......"

"Isn't it for the convenience of command?" Arnold was a little too lazy to pay attention to this stubborn brother, "Think about it, how can the commander remember so many inexplicable names on the battlefield?What watermelon team? How many people are there?What level of the Assassin Guild can correspond to?Another iron head team? How many people are there?Why is the same 'team', but the iron head team only has seventy-one big soldiers?" Arnold scoffed, "Do you know why we used to fight in the past, why we always suffered?" He knocked on his head. Our warriors' brains are not enough, and they can't remember all the names of people. ”

"Although there are many people, they are just as heroic!" Licorice argued, stretching his neck: "A soldier should never forget the glory of the team and plunge headlong into the inhumane gold hole!"

"Then they have to have money first......" Arnold shrugged helplessly, and ****** the girl looked back at him up and down, and then avoided him with disdain.

"For people like us, there's only one name left. Arnold instigated, "I've thought about it, your name is Ah Wu, my name is Ah Ba, how easy to remember all kinds of 'Ah' in our team!"

"I won't change it, and you won't be allowed to change it!" Licorice felt blood burning in his chest: "In the future, I will have a team named after me, and I will be famous all over the world!"

"Yes......" Arnold looked at his cousin's seriousness, and couldn't bear to hit him, after all, the job in his hand was just a job, and young people had no dreams...... Thinking of myself ten years ago, what was my Arnold's dream that year?

"But I think even that ****** looks down on us. Arnold sensed the sorrow of alcoholism, and when he looked down, he could see his big belly, and his deerskin skirt, which was yellow and yellow with alcohol, and he felt like a girl.

"You just ...... Say...... What ******?" Licorice looked into the city at a thirty-six degree angle.

"Ah, what****** what?" Arnold was stunned by his cold question.

"Look at that ......" Licorice slowly raised his hand, and following his fingers, Arnold instantly caught the so-called ****** "The ass is so big!" "The two brothers had never seen a spider with such a big ass in their lives.

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The Deadwood Spider was the overlord of the beasts, and it climbed up to a platform tens of meters in the center of the field, so that its eight eyes could overlook its hunting companions without missing a beat, and at the same time, it was convenient for the people of the whole of Aragorn to look up to its unique ******.

The Spotted Leopards and Heartless Monkeys, who harvest human heads, are so methodical that they may even join forces to crush the menial resistance of some of the warriors.

The severed limbs and severed arms of the snow-haired monsters threw human blood in the air, and the artificial lake drenched in blood in the middle of the great tournament soon turned a faint red.

A dozen or twenty human-faced spiders were like a well-trained army, and they spread out to build a "wall" around the arena with water-invulnerable cobwebs and deadly venom, and poisoned all humans who dared to approach the cobwebs, whether they held sharp spears or not, into corpse water in an orderly manner, and the silk threads hanging down from the "wall" were still sticking to the rations of the eight butterflies.

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Someone's flustered ass squeezed into Greencloak's face, and he fanned it away as a fly, "It's a little early...... "Green Cloak muttered.

"......" Red Cloak didn't answer, his expression couldn't be seen through the hood, but the hood was facing the direction of Misato, who also didn't run away, "Did you smell something?"