Mu Yan chuckled: "Xiaobao is really smart, but it's not enough to just defeat him." Xiaobao also wants them to listen to you willingly and be loyal to you. Only in this way can Xiaobao become strong enough. ”

"It's as strong as that disciple!" Xiao Bao clenched his little fists, and his big eyes became shining, "Then, you can protect your mother." ”

Lecher?

Mu Yan was stunned for a long time before he reacted, Xiaobao was talking about Di Mingjue.

She glanced at the courtyard next door with a complicated expression.

Not...... It's been a long time since I've seen that man.

Probably, that night, he was really angry, right?

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In the next few days, the newly established Xinmo Camp was collectively plunged into deep suffering.

Their daily living arrangements are as follows-

Training, taking occult medicine, listening to little songs.

Doesn't that sound particularly fulfilling and happy?

But in reality?

This group of butchers who crawled out of the mountain of corpses and fire, with bloody hands, were worse than dead one by one.

The so-called training is not the cultivation of martial arts or Xuan Qi.

Instead, let them line up, go out to exercise, and run back and forth every day, and these boring strong men simply want to hit the wall.

After the training, Mu Yan prepared a bottle of quenching medicine for everyone.

That's a super-grade elixir!

Outside Junji Pharmacy, no matter how many people grabbed their heads, they couldn't buy it.

But the people in the ink camp drank one by one and cried their fathers and mothers.

Because the mystical medicine is so painful to drink!

The muscles of the whole body are cut like those of a fire knife.

It doesn't go away for more than an hour.

So every time I take the medicine, I can hear the sound of more than a dozen strong men crying and howling.

Is the evening scheduled to listen to a little song?

It's always beautiful, isn't it?

The people in Moying said that Lao Tzu didn't want to listen to music anymore in his life.

No, the next life, the next life, I don't want to hear it anymore!

Because the sound of the piano has a terrible power, and when they play it, it is as if they are trapped in an endless nightmare.

It took a desperate struggle in a nightmare to wake up in a cold sweat.

Think about it, listening to a song every day is like living a hard life, day after day, who can stand it!

......

Late at night, in the ink camp.

"Fuck it, I can't bear it, I'm going to get out of here!"

"Escape? How to escape? Not to mention Yan Haotian who is guarding the camp, just this courtyard, do you think you can escape?"

"If you can't escape, you have to escape! Do you want to be tortured to death here?"

More than a dozen people from the ink camp gathered around, angrily discussing how to escape from the clutches of the female demon and the little Hades.

Suddenly, a gruff voice abruptly interrupted their indignant words.

"Idiots, haven't you noticed that something has changed in us these days?"

Everyone was stunned when they heard this, and they all looked at the scar man.

"Chang Yu, what do you mean by that?"

"It's like, what are you, dare to call us stupid!"

The scar man called Chang Yu glanced at a few people coldly, with contempt in his eyes, "I went deep into Baoshan and got great benefits, but I didn't know anything, and I still wanted to run away." What are you not stupid?"

"Chang Yu, you make it clear, what great benefits have we gotten?"

Chang Yu took a deep breath, suppressed the surging excitement and joy in his eyes, and said in a deep voice for a long time: "Within three months at the latest, I will be ready to advance to the advanced ground level." ”

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