Chapter 89

"Is this the exercise of our predecessors? It looks like it's hard work. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info "Ito Makoto faced the painful Poison Island Tsushiko, and there was a very gentle, or compassionate, atmosphere. This made Tsumiko very unhappy.

Her body was almost entirely soaked in a large wooden barrel filled with liquid, and her white lotus-like arms stretched out of the water from time to time, throwing a bright red fruit into the sandalwood mouth, and the sight of this combination with the laziness looked unusually tempting. But only a few people know that behind this alluring laziness is the pain of eating bones that is so much hidden.

As a swordsmanship family, Poison Island naturally will not have one or two secret recipes handed down, and this kind of secret recipe is all beneficial to the martial arts realm, otherwise it would not be worthy of being included in the family's collection.

In the original demonless ordinary low-tech world, with the passage of time, some of the key herbs mentioned in these formulas have long been lost, and even if there are still a small number of them, it is impossible to use them casually in ordinary practice. But after entering the space, most of these originally "cherished" herbs can be bought with only a few reward points, which is really second only to the good news of being able to follow the wanton killing in his heart.

Although it hurts, but after the pain, there is incomparable joy, how can some philistines understand? Is... Amusing. Entering the Tao with martial arts, the innate realm, if there is another half a year, no, three months is enough, as long as there are three more months, you can reach this realm... Before that, though, some flies were a real nuisance.

"Makoto Ito, although you have made an offensive and defensive pact with me, don't forget, this kind of thing that can be torn up for a mere 3,000 bonus points is not too binding on you and me. So, take care of your eyeballs, and if you dare to look at them randomly, don't blame me for being rude. ”

Brother Cheng replied to the beloved Poison Island Senior Sister like a spring breeze, which was a bit of a victim, but only God knows how much he had been full before that. "Senior, please don't make this kind of joke, how dare I have any thoughts about my seniors?"

Yan Zi snorted lightly, sinking his body deeper in the emerald green liquid, and he didn't care about gags with Brother Cheng again, talking about those useless gossip, and began to run the exercises to absorb the liquid in the bucket with all his might. "It's a pity that there is no teammate who has mastered even the most basic level of alchemy, otherwise, these herbs can at least squeeze out another thirty percent of the essence, it's a pity." Thinking of this, Xian Zi couldn't help laughing at himself in his heart, a few days ago he said that others had to look at Shu, and now he is not like this?

"Senior, I didn't find anything useful in my trial for a day of that damn stick, it seems that he really doesn't know, or else..." A trace of murderous aura appeared on Brother Cheng's face, but I don't know if this murderous aura is aimed at the captured North Korean or the man who has been unapologetic to him.

Her eyebrows frowned slightly, and she remembered last night's battle again. The three North Koreans who dared to attack her and Makoto Ito at night were killed by her two on the spot, and the other one saved his life because the opponent was Makoto Ito, the thrill of killing...

No, I feel like I'm a little enchanted, how can I let this feeling affect me? Don't... She glanced at Makoto Ito coldly, but the other party gave her a kind smile, which made her want to have a seizure.

A taekwondo black belt with seven dans and a black belt with six dans, the two joined forces to attack, but they couldn't even move ten moves in front of her. Such a strong record made Makoto Ito, who had been fighting the idea of fighting, shudder. He doesn't believe that the opponent can go to this level and take the initiative before the form is clear, there will be no hole cards, but... Still dead. How could this not make him feel fear?

Could it be that this goal was chosen wrong this time? How can it be! I hit a black belt with six dan in seven moves and captured it alive, at this level, who dares to say that I am weak? Even if I face the captain level, I don't have no hole cards to fight, am I still afraid of a woman who is less than twenty years old? I'm a thousand people to kill Makoto Ito!

Not to mention how Brother Cheng cheered himself up and re-established his confidence here, Sanriyue also encountered a lot of trouble at the same time.

Abnormity!

They are actually facing a humanoid alien, and the most disgusting thing is that this humanoid alien can also lay eggs, and that's it, after all, the alien obtained by the parasitic zombies is simply weak and pitiful, and the combat power is not even half of the normal. What about a large number? Laying a few dozen eggs at a time is already the limit. It's not a big hassle. In any case, what is the blueprint for it is only a human nature template the size of a normal person, and it is destined not to store too many face-hugging insects in its body. Unless it's the queen's body shape, even this is already the limit. In any case, the law of conservation of mass still has to be observed.

But...... The opponent is obviously not playing cards according to common sense. And he had to go against a hunting team like them, which was obviously already at the top level, and killed one of their team members. God is pitiful, when the other people saw them, they either fell on their knees with weak legs and begged for mercy, or tried everything to escape? Although you can't escape this way, you will be killed if you surrender...... After all, no one thinks this kind of mobile bonus points are too much.

After all, this big guy is used to it, and he was beaten like that coldly, but he didn't have much to do with the other party, and this situation is really not very accustomed.

After all, it is the hunting side, and this four-way attack is certain, and the forces can't be concentrated together at all, let alone think about support. This kind of thing may be called if it is at the captain level, and it is a bit outrageous for ordinary team members to think about this. Even if there is support, most of them are just subordinates who are also ordinary team members. Those who are high above simply don't care about the lives and deaths of these bottoms. For them, the grassroots team members are just a bunch of consumables that can be replenished at any time.

Maybe some people don't see it that way, maybe some people will think that even the most ordinary team members are friends, brothers who can stand side by side, but this kind of hypocrisy will not last long, and in the end, the hypocrites will only become more brutal breeders, unscrupulous for their desires, and abandon their existence as friends.

And for the members of this three-day moon team, each captain has its own task, attacking in all directions, exterminating the powerhouses of this world, and honing themselves in battle. Aside from the fact that the two were actually doing this, the real captain had been recuperating these days, and she hadn't made a move except for the previous battle with the captain of the Wolves. It seems that something is waiting for.

No matter what the reincarnation person who has exchanged for the alien bloodline is, after all, he has a quasi-captain-level combat power, which is not at all something that ordinary team members can deal with. Unless, they are willing to pay with their lives. The reason for this is probably to avenge the death of the teammate who died at the hands of the alien. However, in this cruel world of reincarnation, how can such a person exist? This is...... Absolutely impossible.

PS: This is a very memorable chapter, and this number reminds me of the hurried years that have passed...... Taobao is the same as a special mental retard, if you sell something to pay him back, you have to pay a deposit first, this garbage wants to go crazy for money. I haven't written much in the past two weeks, and after almost half a month of rest, I am finally relaxed. However, these two weeks have also been a model of bad luck. It's like running out all your luck. It really makes me sick enough.