"Are you still worried about not having the qualifications to cultivate martial arts? Are you still worried about not having the money to practice magic? Come to League of Legends - Sharpshooter, where you can do anything!! ”

I don't know when, this kind of demagogic banners were hung inside and outside the Summoner's Canyon, and people were curious onlookers, guessing, and their appetites were hung to the extreme. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

What is a sharpshooter? If he doesn't rely on talent or wealth, how can he cultivate? Is it possible for a casual person to become equal to a magician?

No way!

When pigs fly!

Strength can only be gained through cultivation, whether it is magic or weapons, it must be paid. There can be no unearned power in the world - unless the soul is sold to the devil.

Soon, it became clear that the Sharpshooter was an evil god, a demon, and a heretic who lured people to fall through power.

There are so many examples of this, there are so many heresies in the history of the Western world that even the Church of Light, which specializes in eradicating heresy, can't remember how many heretical false gods it has slaughtered.

"Even if the belief in sharpshooter fire is all the rage, it will soon decline, which is inevitable, and no demon can escape."

However, there are people who are not afraid of demons, evil gods, or heretics. Because there are too many humble and insignificant ordinary people in this world, but not every ordinary person is willing to be humble all his life, small all his life, and obscure all his life, disappearing like dust, withering and withering like wild grass.

They also have a heart to become stronger, and they also have a dream of standing in the clouds and looking down on the world. However, they can't, because they don't have the talent to practice martial arts, they don't have the money to practice magic, in short, they are the waste and garbage in the eyes of the world.

If they could, they would rather sell their souls to the devil, or at least the devil would give them strength, even if it was to quench their thirst.

It's a pity that even the devil can't look down on the only thing they have - the soul.

And now, the notices posted by League of Legends are like the dawn that pierces the darkness, allowing them to see the dawn of life, the meaning of life, and the hope of becoming strong!

No qualifications, no money, no souls, no cost - at least that's what the poster says.

But even if League of Legends wants their lives, because their lives are worthless, and no one cares about their lives - not even themselves.

"I want to sign up!"

"I'm going to be a sharpshooter!"

"Man, are you going? Perhaps this is the turning point in our destiny. ”

People flocked to the registration point like a market, including warriors, magicians, and ordinary people doing business in the summoner's canyon.

These people either have a certain amount of cultivation or a certain amount of wealth, they don't have much desire for sharpshooters, they are just here to join in the fun.

The ones who really signed up were the poor and destitute with nothing, such as the cowboys who drove cattle and sheep to summon the Summoner's Canyon to sell.

Crops can be grown in the Summoner's Canyon, food, fruits and vegetables can be self-sufficient, and meat is not lacking, but with the increasing number of members of the League of Legends and merchants living in the Summoner's Canyon, all kinds of food are also in short supply, especially fresh meat, the price has increased several times, which also makes many poor people graze around the Summoner's Canyon, or buy cattle and sheep from farther away, and then drive over to sell them to earn the difference.

People who work in this industry are called, cowboys.

Perhaps by the inertia of fate, the first person to sign up to become a sharpshooter was a cowboy. And then a couple of his buddies.

At the registration point, thousands of people stared intently at a few cowboys with messy hair, ragged clothes, and an unknown stench all over their bodies.

"A lowly profession."

"A profession suitable for untouchables coming out of the cow dung heap."

"A group of refugees who work with livestock, what can they do?"

Laughed at by the crowd, several cowboys were angry, but soon they lowered their heads and covered their faces with their hats.

Yes, those people are right, cowboys are a group of sloppy men who live in broken houses, deal with livestock all day long, and are covered in cow dung and horse urine.

However, they also don't want to live this kind of wandering, sloppy and dirty life. They also want to be handsome and dashing, but life forces them to take up this profession.

Ridicule and ridicule did not affect their choices, but rather made them more determined in their choices. Because beyond that, they will never have the opportunity to change their fate. They had to seize this opportunity, the only chance.

"I'm going to be a sharpshooter!" The cowboy at the head said in a firm voice, "I have nothing but this life, and now this life is yours." ”

It was none other than Qin Bing who had been educated by Cangyue Hitomi who recruited sharpshooters. After knowing the power of the sharpshooter profession and the far-reaching influence, Qin Bing was not at ease with anyone, so he could only do it himself.

Hearing the words of the cowboy opposite, Qin Bing raised his head curiously, "Woman? ”

That's right, it was a woman's voice, although she deliberately lowered her voice and deliberately spoke roughly, it still couldn't escape Qin Bing's keen perception.

"Shouldn't women?" The cowboy raised his head, revealing a pair of slightly rosy eyes under the brim of his hat, and a handful of silver-gray hair, "You can use me as an animal, I am not afraid of hardship or tiredness." ”

"Are you afraid of death?" Qin Bing asked casually.

"I'm afraid!" The woman replied crisply, and then she grabbed the collar with both hands and pulled it, and the ragged clothes were instantly torn in half.

Oh.........

There was a suppressed wolf howl around immediately, after all, it was a woman's keto body, which was different from the rough men that everyone thought before, after stripping her clothes, she was like a little white sheep, pink and tender, and smart.

It's a pity that the woman has her back to everyone, and Qin Bing is the only one who can enjoy the positive scenery.

"Of course, I'm afraid of death, so when I duel with someone, I won! Look at this, this, and this and this......"

Qin Bing finally made his gaze divert, but the woman pointed her finger at her body for Qin Bing to see. There were wounds left by sharp weapons on her heart, neck, waist and lower abdomen, although the wounds had healed, but with Qin Bing's gaze, he could naturally see that the position and strength of the four wounds were all fatal wounds, it was hard to imagine what this woman had experienced, and it was difficult to imagine how she survived from that kind of injury.

"Your life is big!" Qin Bing was sincerely admired.

"But I don't want to pin everything I have on 'fate'. I want to be strong, so please make me a sharpshooter. ”