Is it that simple?

Kitagawa felt that it was acceptable for him to vomit just like that.

After all, it's better to stand still than to run with something so heavy, at least without too much effort.

Beichuan took a deep breath and slowly spread his legs one after the other, so that he could stand comfortably.

"Hey, who made you stand like this?

At the same time, it also penetrated Beichuan's psychological defense.

Nani, Zamabu, with such a thing, Zamabu, are you sure you're not kidding me?

Kitagawa hesitated.

"Hurry up and stand up for me!" Qiao Ran's eyes lit up, and a tiny wind appeared in an instant, hitting Beichuan directly in the chest.

"Oh maa!"

Although the wind suspension did not have any destructive power, it still made Beichuan sit directly on a big butt pier.

Sitting on the ground with such a large weight, it is conceivable that Beichuan's ass was in pain like an explosion at this time.

"Boy, this is just the most basic punishment, next, you do my task well, otherwise, you have good fruit to eat!

Qiao Ran smiled very strangely, stretched out a hand, and a wind suspended with a terrifying aura on it was constantly spinning.

Under the illumination of the flames on the side, it looks like a devil from hell.

Feeling the tremendous pressure from his clothes and the intense pain in his buttocks, Kitagawa dared to be angry but did not dare to speak.

I had to endure the grievances in my heart, stood up tremblingly, took a deep breath again, gritted my teeth and made a posture of horse steps.

"It's good to be like this earlier! It's not very standard, but at least it's a look!"

At this time, Qiao Ran looked satisfied, nodded, and put away the terrifying wind hanging.

Just when Beichuan thought that his crisis had passed, the next sentence Qiao Ran said directly made Beichuan feel that his life had reached its peak.

"Well, just stand, well, I think about it, it's not too long, it's time to breakfast!"

Two hours later?

Beichuan felt that his power was about to burst out.

Now I really want to throw this outfit directly into Qiao Ran's face, and then stomp on it hard.

However, when Beichuan saw Qiao Ran stretching out his hand again, the desolate universe disappeared without a trace.

What are you kidding! This is going to kill you!

Since there is no way to resist, you can only grit your teeth and persevere.

Beichuan adjusted his mentality and worked hard to tie up the horse steps.

One minute, two minutes, three minutes, ten minutes.

The breeze in the early hours of the morning was bitterly cold, but Beichuan felt extremely hot and dry now.

This so-called suit doesn't seem to be breathable at all, and it is like a big steamer on the body, and endless sweat screams out along every pore of his body.

Under the double blow of this huge weight and hot and cold imbalance, Beichuan's body gradually began to be unable to support it, and his two calves began to tremble uncontrollably.

Of course, Qiao Ran can see Beichuan's current appearance.

Shaking his head, he stood up and walked to Beichuan's side, and said coldly to Beichuan who gritted his teeth and insisted

"Boy, look at me!"

Beichuan didn't know why, he raised his head with difficulty, and Qiao Ran's face full of sword marks was reflected.

"Do you want to go home?"

Beichuan nodded without hesitation.

"Do you want to be strong?"

Kitagawa still nodded.

"And do you want to be slaughtered by Karim in three months?"

Kitagawa hurriedly shook his head.

"When you're dead, that tyrannical guy from Karim will definitely kill the gang around you, your Uncle Bond, Brother Merlin, and the seven slaves!

Although Qiao Ran's tone was calm, every word was like a needle cone, constantly drilling into Beichuan's heart.

"You have everything you want to protect, but why do you protect it when you are like this?!"

Qiao Ran's eyes widened, and he looked down at Beichuan with a condescending look and continued.

"Your fate is now a piece of shit! Anyone can trample on it! Your wish is a bowl of water, and anyone can knock it over in an instant! You used to talk to me about attachment! Then what qualifications do you have to mention the word attachment in this virtue now! Tell me! Slave! Do you want to continue like this?"

Qiao Ran's tone gradually increased, and when he said the last sentence, he was basically shouting.

I have to say that Qiao Ran is definitely a good hand at encouraging other people's momentum, just a few simple words, the anger in Beichuan's heart has been fiercely stimulated.

The word slave was especially piercing in his heart!

"you! I'm not a slave!!" Beichuan gritted his teeth and forced out these words.

"Be louder, I'm not talking to mosquitoes!" Qiao Ran continued to taunt Beichuan.

"I, no, want, fuck your fate, get out of the way! I don't live for anyone!"

Beichuan shouted hard, a faint red glow appeared on his body, and the clothes that were originally extremely heavy suddenly seemed to be nothing at this moment.

Beichuan stared at Qiao Ran so viciously, and his extreme anger made him forget for a moment why the weight on his body suddenly disappeared.

The purpose has been achieved, and the corners of Qiao Ran's mouth highlight an arc.

"Then show me!"

After that, Qiao Ran had no intention of talking to Beichuan again, nor did he return to the position just now to sit down, but went straight back to the tent.

At this moment, there was no supervisor in front of Beichuan, only the two Black Flag Army soldiers were still standing coldly in place.

But now Beichuan doesn't have the inertia he had when he just woke up, and Qiao Ran's words completely woke him up.

I played so many League of Legends games in my previous life, how can he let the game play in this life?

Fate, we'll see!

Mixed with the roar and hatred of fate, Beichuan's eyes were red, his waist and legs were straight, and he struggled to persevere.

Slowly, the moon sank, the morning sun rose, and when the daylight dimmed the bonfire, Qiao Ran silently appeared behind Beichuan.

The red glow on Kitagawa's body has disappeared for some time, which means that from that time on, Kitagawa purely relied on his own will to fight against weight and exhaustion.

Qiao Ran was very pleased.

"Boy....." Qiao Ran stretched out a hand and gently patted Beichuan's shoulder.

Without any obstacles, under Qiao Ran's slight thrust, Beichuan directly lay on the ground, and fell down in a posture of riding a horse.

Qiao Ran's hand was still raised in mid-air, he looked at Beichuan who had passed out in a coma, and smiled helplessly.

Squatting down and touching Beichuan's back, a gentle force was transmitted from his hand to Beichuan's body.