"Lao Ba, I want to duel with you."

"Wait a minute, friend, I'm going to fasten my belt." The old man tightened the buckle slowly!

"Are you alright?"

"Alright."

"Ready?" White Cowboy Old Bus Ask!

"That's it!"

Lao Ba asked again: "Do you want to count down?" ”

"Don't."

"Are you sure?" Lao Ba confirmed again!

"Sure!"

Bang!

As soon as the words fell, Lao Ba's bullet had already accurately broken the opponent's right index finger!

"Ahh~" The screams suddenly rang out.

"It's hard to pull the trigger with other fingers."

Bang bang bang ~ bang!

"But be careful to sail the ship of ten thousand years."

The right hand is completely wiped out at this moment!

Gu Cheng and the others were in the crowd and witnessed the whole process of this white-clothed old man showing off his skills.

Although the routines are a bit dirty and a little tricky, his gun is really fast.

It's even stronger than Gu Cheng's gun, and it's just a fingernail cover...

All right! Gu Cheng must admit that his marksmanship is not as strong as the other party...

"Look! I'll just say it! His life is hardened. In the wasteland, the money in your pocket and the revolver in your hand are the truth.

Anyone who occupies one of them will have a comfortable life. The white horse named Dan was proud for a while, and the horse's tail was constantly swaying wantonly, as if the winner of the duel on the field was him!

"Hehe~! No one can win all the time. What's more, one of the 32 god hunters of the wasteland, Black Sir himself, arrived. ”

"Who is he? Is it famous? "Gu Cheng appropriately stole the limelight from Xia Dan!

"Nonsense." The old man buried angrily. "From now on, if you want to get out of this wasteland alive, you will have to deal with them sooner or later. Let's learn better. ”

Following the old man's deep gaze, Gu Cheng narrowed his eyelids and adjusted the focus of his eyes.

A cowboy riding a red and brown horse, dressed in black leather clothes, playing a melodious harmonica, is slowly moving towards this side on the Huangyan Ancient Road!

"By the way, a word of caution. Once you have a bounty in the wasteland, the bounty hunter proposes a duel.

This copy will never allow you to have a chance to refuse. He showed his black and yellow teeth maliciously, and raised his eyebrows at Gu Cheng!

In fact, it is indeed being played out according to the script that the old man said.

Two cowboys who also love music, the moment their fate meets, a new round of duels will start in a few words.

The unlucky guy who just died was being dragged away by the old man.

A pool of black blood remained, and the red on the yellow sand was particularly dazzling.

"Lao Ba?!"

"Your piano sounds beautiful, friend." Lao Ba praised.

"Chrysostom's praise from the Holy Sea Miaoyin Bird is really unacceptable."

"Me, Black Sir." The denim in a black leather coat, sitting on horseback, has no arrogance and arrogance, more peace and persistence.

"I've been looking for you, and I've heard you're a sharpshooter. Singing and marksmanship are unmatched. ”

。。。。。。

The conversation between the two men was extraordinarily simple, a duel between life and death, and that's it...

"Another young man wants to prove himself. I'd better think about opening a funeral parlor and stop doing show-off stuff so that another person can get a piece of the action. ”

While loading the gun with bullets, his footsteps did not stop, but he had already come to the position where the decisive battle had just begun. At the feet, the scarlet hasn't dried up completely...

"But am I going to wear black then?" Turned around, another burst of self-deprecation!

"Do you want to count down?" Black Cowboy Asks!

"Nope! Mr. ”

Bang!

The crisp gunshots rang out again.

Lao Ba's smile was completely frozen on his face...

"So fast." Gu Cheng's pupils shrank sharply, and Lao Ba had already followed in the footsteps of the previous brother.

"Is this the strength of the top hunters of the wasteland? It really is ... ”

Same routine, but a faster gun!

Lao Ba is dead! This abruptly ended his brilliant life.

Died like that?

Gu Cheng squirmed his lower lips, and his heart was empty for a while. It seems that at that moment, I felt that I was so close to death.

Life is like a firework that blooms, gorgeous and short.

The loud singing voice sounded again.

"I'm telling you, man.

There are faster guns in the world!

From far away!

Wait until tomorrow comes.

That day will come soon.

You find yourself in one last cowboy song.

Oops, heheha, the end of the collision.

Oops, hehe, when the bonfire goes out.

Oops, he's shouting and singing.

When the cowboy swaps the boot thorns for wings.

They wrapped me in a shroud.

Take my six-shot gun and take off my boots.

Take off my colt's harness.

He can't wait to run away.

I will ascend to heaven.

With my own horsepower. ”

The two seem to have completed the relay of fate and crossed each other!

There is no ostentation in the song, there is only piety.

The loud singing voice gradually faded away, but the two consecutive duels had already quietly ended.

"Boy! Do you still think wasteland dungeons really suck? ”

"Huh? What the! Gu Cheng still couldn't completely recover from this funny result.

"I 。。。。。" Gu Cheng was suddenly a little speechless.

Oh, yes! Since I met the femme fatale, I have been a little disappointed in the rigor of this copy.

No matter how good a game is, if there are major bugs, few players are willing to pay for it!

What's more, they, the dungeon builders, are only working for the Fourth Natural Calamity, after all.

If there is a major mistake in the work, it is really fatal.

"The resources used to construct replicas are sometimes very limited. Proper abandonment and focus on one item is what a good copy builder should do.

For example, the gods are here, and the suppression is not as complete as imagined.

But can you say that the whole copy is a shoddy product? The old man said earnestly and persuasively!

Looking at the hunchbacked old man holding the horse rope suspiciously, Gu Cheng's face was strange.

When did this guy get so kind? He took the initiative to popularize his knowledge.

"The existence of the gods, although it is a huge loophole, will sooner or later be discovered by you outsiders and then remedied.

However, this copy, the most important thing is that it has a special culture, feelings...

The Wasteland Cowboys' tenderness and witty humor are here, and this dungeon will be a good place for the Fourth Scourgee to fight each other in the future.

Except for firearms, no other skills or abilities can be unleashed.

Tsk, that's the output of a corpse! ”

Gu Cheng was silent, but he had some enlightenment in his heart!

It turned out that the dungeon builders of this area had this idea.

Provide a legitimate, level playing field for players and NPCs.

Compared to this chaotic land, the fallen city here may be a little cheaper.

"By the way, remember to buy me two more packs of Huazi and send them to me when I go back.

These days are really easy to go from thrift to luxury, and it is difficult to go from luxury to thrift. ”

Scolding, the old man had already tied the white horse to the corpse and rushed towards his funeral home.

According to the unspoken rules of the wasteland, once the murderer gives up the remaining items on the deceased, everything goes to the corpse collector.

Although the corpse collector does not have a high status in the wasteland, no one is willing to cause trouble for no reason!

After all, no one wants to be exiled into the wilderness after death.

This unspoken rule has naturally continued to this day!

Of course, the things on Lao Ba's special corpse, the old man should not move!

Not only is there not much oil and water, but the cemetery is also extremely strict about the burial procedures of heroes.

It's not worth embezzling for the sake of that little profit.

For example, the clown doll should have been a great object when it was born, and it was not embezzled at all.

The old man's conversation with Bai Madan, Gu Cheng did not get involved.

There is enough time to delay in Beishan Town, but the rest of the troubles, your own journey must also be put on the agenda.

Whether you like it or not, your bounty must go up.

"Barton! In a few weeks, there should be 20 warriors! In two days, I'll be out of here! ”

"Hmm!" Barton nodded subconsciously, but the whole person was not in a state.

It seems that he has not yet recovered from the stunning shot of Black Sizz.

"Don't be discouraged. Anyway, you can't reach his level if you practice for a lifetime. ”

Gu Cheng patted the other party's shoulder, and comforted him with kind words.

Barton: "。。。。。 ”

Listen, listen! Is this human talk?

If it weren't for half a month of getting along, the two would have established a preliminary friendship, and Barton had already given each other a heart-piercing shot with the shotgun in his hand!

"What's the matter?" Barton frowned, every time this guy took the initiative to find himself, it must not be a good thing.

Last time, I wanted to escort a woman out of the wasteland, what do you want to do this time?

"I warn you, Luke, don't go overboard."

A puff of turbid air erupted from his nostrils, and Barton's face became a little unpleasant.

"It's a good thing this time, it's cheap for you." Gu Chengke didn't care what Barton thought, and continued! "I want to make a name for myself in the wasteland quickly, so I need you to keep pouring dirty water on me after I'm gone. This shouldn't be difficult for you, right? ”

"Are you sure?" Barton's brow was furrowed, not believing it at all.

"What's that look on your face? When did I lie to you?! Gu Cheng's expression was strange, but the corners of his mouth curved up for a pause, and he continued: "Didn't you already send someone to investigate outside the wasteland?!" You should know that in Rhine City, a group of strange-looking guys have appeared.

And a small part of them is already moving this way, so you've heard of that, right? ”

"Humph! So what? ”

"When the time comes, bring the one from the Red House with you, on the edge of the wasteland, the warriors there will definitely not let you down."

Gu Cheng left, even two days earlier than expected.

That night, riding Dan, quietly disappeared into the night of the wasteland.

Speaking of this dead clan named Dan, I don't know whether to say it, lucky or unlucky!

Because he was not an academy member, unlike Gu Cheng and the others who directly replaced their identities, Dan directly adopted a similar method of snatching away.

It happened to befall a horse.

Its extraordinary abilities are limited, and its next journey to the world will definitely not be smooth.

Under Gu Cheng's two price increases, it succumbed.

There is no way, Gu Cheng gave too much.

Nowadays, the fallen city can be described as a daily income, and the consumption of hundreds of dark coins is really not in the eyes of Gu Cheng.