Since he was a child, he was a street thug with little dignity to speak of, but in the sunset forest, the bald gaze of the scar-faced man trampled on the last bit of dignity under his feet and crushed him fiercely. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info [full text reading] And Shui Manchuan himself didn't have any ability to kill the guy who looked at Yu Linglong with a pair of squinting eyes, and in the end, it was Yun Ling who took action to end the life of that garbage.

The water overflowed and he couldn't stand it, he could accept whatever suffering happened to him, but he couldn't stand watching his beloved suffer such humiliation.

Insomnia has been tormenting him, and he can only find a little bit of relaxation in the desperate penance.

No one knows how much hardship he had to put in, no one knew how many times he had lost consciousness in the icy waterholes in order to practice this move.

However, every time he woke up from a coma, he would mutter, "Not enough"

Then he threw himself into the ice pool again, feeling the pain of ten thousand needles that made people crazy.

After such a crazy cultivation, he finally reached the middle of the sixth order, and he also learned the Saint-level primary psionic skill against the sea mad shark recorded on his tattoo, and in terms of strength alone, he was already an absolute powerhouse among the mercenaries, but the big stone in his heart showed no signs of loosening.

Shui Manyi also clearly remembered the identity of the scarface, the elder brother of Long Jiu, the leader of the Lengguang Mercenary Group, the second largest mercenary group in the Sigu Continent hung high like the sword of Damocles hanging above Shui Manyi's head, so that he had no way to relax himself, and insomnia had been bothering him.

"I don't know where Linglong is now," Shui Manyi muttered as he watched the stars twinkle in the night sky of the forest at sunset.

The campfires were extinguished, the stars in the night sky dimmed, dawn was approaching, and a new day was about to begin.

Looking at the bonfire that was gradually extinguishing, the water overflowed and the eyes finally became hazy, "I don't know how Yunling and them are doing now."

When the morning star rose, the water overflowed and finally fell asleep.

"Ahh

"Linglong, are you cold?" asked Tie Li with concern.

Yu Linglong didn't speak, sniffed and drank the hot tea in her hand, stood up, and walked straight out of the door.

"Commander, don't blame me for being nosy, don't you care about this?" shouted a man sitting at the head of the iron plough with a voice like a broken gong. This person is Qiu Changmen, the deputy head of the West Thirteenth Regiment of the Ironclad Mercenary Regiment, who is upright and has always looked down on women, so at this time, when he saw Yu Linglong just caressing the kindness of the regiment commander and walking out of the gate, he shouted indignantly.

"Linglong, she has just experienced a big war, and her mood has not calmed down, which is understandable." Tie Li said with a smile on his face, not in the slightest annoyed by Yu Linglong's rudeness.

"Hmph, girls are girls, aren't they just a few brothers who died, is it possible that shedding tears can bring them back to life" Qiu Changmen said disdainfully.

Tie Li smiled faintly, ignored Qiu Changmen, stood up, looked around, and said loudly, "Is everyone here?"

"It's all right," someone shouted.

"Except for Yu Linglong, who just went out." Someone added again.

Tie Li disagreed, smiled and said, "Let's start, Linglong doesn't participate." ”

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