"Can anyone tell me what's going on?" He Luo looked at the larger and larger figures in front of him and asked a little timidly. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"You just told us that if you could beat you to the point of begging for mercy and surrendering, you would give us two gold coins, didn't you?" A short man said to He Luo very sincerely, "We want to earn these two gold coins." ”

"How is that possible? Who's going to pay for someone to beat themselves up? He Luo shook his head repeatedly, "You must be mistaken." I'm just here, friend, you've mistaken someone. ”

"Haha, friend? Boy, you're yelling at us outside the tavern and making some 'funny' gestures, don't you know what those gestures mean in Edlan? The other asked with a smile.

"Friend, I'm sure it's just a friendly greeting, right?" He Luo's face was filled with endless smiles, as if he had a bad exam score and went home to see his mother who was in a bad mood.

"Yes, that's a friendly gesture...... "The leader laughed, but suddenly his figure flashed, and he rushed over like a brute, and roared loudly, "Beat him!" ”

"Eh, don't slap your face!"

He Luo's words were instantly overwhelmed by his fists, and he was surrounded by the dozen or so teenagers, and a puff of dust and smoke rolled up in the flat ground.

In the world before he crossed over, He Luo was no stranger to being beaten. It is very strange that He Luo's popularity is not very good, since he entered kindergarten, he has been the object of isolation and hostility among his classmates. More often than not, he was even directly bullied by other people. Although He Luo later directly escaped and became a complete otaku, he has never forgotten the method of dealing with being beaten over the years.

Hold your head.

Squat on the ground.

Then think of something else in your mind and wait for the storm to end.

Heavy fists and stiff feet fell on his thin back again and again, and the sudden pain instantly rushed to He Luo's head, and he began to cough and vomit incessantly, and cold beads of sweat the size of beans fell from his head and fell into the same cold soil.

Soon, the teenagers were not limited to just physical beatings. When they got tired of fighting, they left two who were still beating from time to time, and the rest began to verbally abuse He Luo.

"You're skinny like a monkey, and you're begging us to beat you?"

"Are you happy to be stepped on by us? What about like this? A teenager stepped directly on He Luo's head with his foot and kicked his head into the dirt on the ground.

He Luo ate a mouth full of ashes, but he still did not beg for mercy, nor did he moan in pain, because he knew before that his pain was the stimulant of those who beat people, and as long as he showed a little pain, they would have ten thousand times more motivation to continue.

"What about your parents? They would be happy to see their son beaten up like this, right? ”

"Haha, he looks like an orphan! Maybe it's the illegitimate child of some old man's family who was kicked out of the house! ”

"Wait, you have to admit it, and when you cry and beg for mercy, you owe us two gold coins, but remember to give them!"

He Luo has a super high tolerance for pain, just like he has for loneliness. And his current limit is being challenged little by little, probably because of this new world, He Luo feels that he is more sensitive to the sensations of his body, and every blow to his body is like a hammer directly hitting his soul, making him tremble in the depths of his soul.

"The first piece of meat outfit...... He Luo was thinking in his head that he was fighting LOL, and he himself chose Monkey King, and he was hesitating what equipment to come up with. Normally, the method of brain games was useful as a distraction, but now he found that his consciousness was almost blurred. Because these teenagers were so ruthless, he could even faintly hear the sound of his own bones breaking.

"Hey, aren't you going to surrender?" A teenager asked.

"Surrender quickly, we still have something to do, and what about the gold coins?" The familiar words reached He Luo's ears again.

He Luo, who was originally just determined to be beaten, suddenly thought of something. In countless games that could have been won, there were always those people who spoke on the channel, "Surrender." "Let's go straight to the next one in a hurry." "If you don't surrender now, what are you waiting for?"

Why do you always have to surrender? Why don't you boost your fighting spirit and fight every regiment well, brush up every field, and finally struggle to win victory?

He Luo's most annoying thing is to be represented in making decisions. And those who like to surrender, who helped everyone to make decisions from the very beginning, their feelings of non-resistance, which ultimately led directly to defeat.

And He Luo is actually a person who hates failure very much.

A little flame in the chest ignited from nothingness, and in front of the flame was a large grassland that burned at the touch of a button.

"Are you going to surrender again?" He Luo suddenly spoke.

"What did you say?" The teenagers heard He Luo's weak voice.

"I say! I won't surrender even if I die! ”

He Luo, who was as weak as a dog and ravaged on the ground, turned into a lion at this moment. He roared and rushed towards one of the teenagers, and it was as if Monkey King had opened a big move, and his whole body was glued to it, and he was in a scuffle with the teenager in an instant.

Head, chest, abdomen. He Luo punched the boy one punch after another, and he was so angry that he even began to bite. He Luo has no other thoughts in his head at the moment, and many years of life experience and game experience tell him that when fighting in a group, it is good to grab a target output.

The teenagers were stunned. Because the object of the bullying just now suddenly began to resist. And they saw the young man's eyes, and the fierce ruthlessness made them all a little frightened.

But after a while, they were relieved again. Because they saw that the boy's punches were weak, and although they hit their partners very quickly, they did not do any fundamental damage. That posture was like a performance, and they couldn't help but laugh out loud again.

"Let him fight! He's acting like a! ”

"Hey, hey, look, he's beaten so hard, I don't know if he hasn't eaten for a few days?"

In the tavern not far away, a red-cloaked man with his head down and drinking turned his head, and he cast his eyes to the fight of the teenagers not far from the window.

In fact, He Luo also knew that although the anger in his heart was burning, he was becoming more and more powerless. The dissatisfaction of the water and soil he crossed became more obvious at this moment, he felt that his consciousness was gradually dissipating, and the voices of the teenagers laughing at him began to become distant, and his vision dimmed little by little, as if the whole world was about to be extinguished.

"It's boring, is he really not going to surrender?" The teenagers who continued to beat He Luo exchanged glances with each other, and they saw that this kid had begun to foam at the mouth and was on the verge of coma.

"Forget it, let's go, don't kill anyone." A teenager was apprehensive that although Adlan was only a subordinate town of Demacia, he also obeyed human discipline and law. Maybe all this can be considered a child's play now, but if it kills, the teenagers may face the most just and severe punishment.

"Wait, didn't he say there were two more gold coins?" A teenager squatted down and tinkered with this He Luo's body for a while.

"Bad luck! Two gold coins! Not even a single copper! The boy dispersed in a shouting and shouting. They couldn't find a sense of superiority in a boy who had collapsed to the ground like a rotten dog, especially if he didn't have a penny at all.

"What a self-inflicted boy."

Just when He Luo was about to lose consciousness, an angelic face appeared in front of him.