readx;?“ Picking the weed, picking the weed, the wee also stops, and the return is said to return, and the years do not stop-"

Mu Shaoan is going crazy, saying that this poem is said to be from the Book of Songs, and its complexity is comparable to the "Taishang Induction Chapter" of the old Taoists. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

For a while, he really regretted it, and for the first time regretted it, talking about the legendary Second War Zone, which was in charge of various genres such as poetry, prose, travelogues, essays, music, dance, and painting.

Who can tell him how to kill viruses in such a war zone?

It's fine if he has a companion, but the problem is that he's alone.

How is this neat?

But the B-grade dog tag admission ticket is really too rare.

"Are you ready, I'll teleport you over when you're ready, don't lose the face of our Fourth War Zone, remember, this time it's an official anti-virus mission, you must play the prestige of our Fourth War Zone, I'll prepare a celebration banquet for you here in advance." ”

"Wait, I have one last question, how should I kill the virus, how should I kill the virus in the poetry world? Do you have any skills?" Mu Shaoan hurriedly asked, this damn S-712, on the grounds of military urgency, only gave him five minutes of time, his uncle, he didn't even understand what Cai Wei was, he knew that there was a girl named Xiaofang.

"Don't ask me, I don't know, because I've never been on a mission in the Second War Zone, and the anti-virus hunters there are very conservative and xenophobic. ”

S-712 blinked.

"What do you mean, boss, don't keep talking halfway, it's easy to catch a cold and have a runny nose if you go on like this. ”

"Fuck your sister, I mean to say, the anti-drug hunters in the second war zone are all ancient people, there are no modern people, and of course they are not ancient people in the strict sense, they are the descendants of ancient people, after all, anti-drug hunters can also have children, well, you know "The Story of the Peach Blossom Spring" Well, yes, that's right, it's like their bunch, they're old and independent, they reject all technological advances, they reject all poetry that doesn't suit their tastes, so you won't find anything in the Second War Zone that has anything to do with modernization, no, anything related to the age of the steel industry, they have all been raised since childhood, and they believe in a heroic spirit -- uh, the time is up, good luck. ”

S-712 opened a book, flew up like lightning, and kicked Mu Shaoan in.

It wasn't a magical book, of course, but a teleportation medium licensed by the Second War Zone, and it was a one-way teleportation, because in the blink of an eye, the book was dusty.

"Hey, a bunch of stubborn old antiques. ”

S-712 helplessly patted the dust on his hands, "Mu Shaoan, you can ask for more blessings for yourself!"

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It is not as thorough as the first war zone, nor is it as big or three thick as the fourth war zone, but it is not as comfortable and delicate as the sixth war zone.

But the teleportation in the second war zone is still very distinctive, as if the whole person is immersed in the world of pen and ink.

It's obviously very cold, so I have to paint a few west window bamboos for you, and the bamboo leaves are swaying, which is the artistic conception.

It's obviously very humid, so I have to add a few spring rain apricot blossoms to you, and the so-called red flying over the swing is still an artistic conception.

Obviously, they are all stiff and stiff, so they have to throw up the distant mountains on the opposite side, autumn water, and the sky is lonely, and it is still an artistic conception.

In short, it just makes you feel uncomfortable, and you can't say anything more?

So when Mu Shaoan woke up from his coma, he almost thought that he was on the wrong path when he looked at the gurgling water in front of him, the green grass on the shore, the bright sky, and the warm sunshine.

This is the mission world of the second war zone?

Fortunately, this seems normal.

Looking down, the equipment and weapons on the body are all there, the territory stone is also there, the backpack is also there, the attributes are normal, the network is normal, and the store is normal.

There is no main task, Mu Shaoan understands this very well, readers, you must be subtle, if you don't make a turn and eighteen turns in this main task, is it worthy of the three words of readers?

Obscure, obscure, understandable?

It's just that this place has a nice view.

Getting up from the stream, Mu Shaoan estimated that his starting entry point should have been washed down by the water.

Look around, cliffs, mountain roads, oh, there are no special mountain roads at all, naturally it doesn't matter how rugged they are.

Saying hello to the unknown bird on the branch, Mu Shaoan was about to find a direction to search, and at this time, he suddenly shrugged his nose, he is not a dog's nose, but he is also very sensitive, and as a person who kills on the battlefield all year round, he is extremely sensitive to blood.

Human blood.

There is a case.

Mu Shao'an turned his head and went straight to the upper reaches of the stream, the amount of water in this mountain stream is still very large, his location is relatively gentle, and around a mountain bay, you can hear the sound of the stream rushing, and there is a waterfall roaring in the distance, estimated the distance, about four or five hundred meters, the reason why this is so is because there are many trees in this mountain forest, the branches are luxuriant, and it can be well soundproofed.

The more he went up at this time, the more bloody the aura became a little stronger.

As he walked through the woods, sure enough, a small waterfall appeared in front of him, and a pool of water, with several corpses stuck on the stones at the edge of the pool.

Looking up at the waterfall, Mu Shao'an immediately determined that the battlefield was taking place upstream, the corpses were washed down, and of course it was possible that there were wounded deserters.

Well, although I couldn't tell the style of the corpse's clothes, the rough armor was still obvious.

At that moment, Mu Shaoan dragged these corpses up, and while observing the wounds on the corpses, he checked the things on their bodies.

But under this inspection, he was stunned, because these rough-looking leather armor actually had good attributes.

Standard leather armor, blue quality, full body defense +80.

Just such a sentence really stunned Mu Shaoan.

What are you kidding, this can only be regarded as the leather armor of a small creep, and it only has blue quality, and its defense attribute is as high as 80.

You must know that Mu Shao'an's Thousand Mountains Heavy Armor, its whole body defense is only +300.

However, his Qianshan Jia is dark gold, dark gold quality, big brother.

With such a small soldier's leather armor, its defensive attribute is close to one-third of his Thousand Mountain Armor's defensive attribute!

"Profiteer!ST platform, you profiteer, cheated me for points!"

While scolding in his heart, Mu Shaoan's back couldn't help but feel cold, because this only showed one thing, the difficulty of this world was terrifying.

No, no, no, or more accurately, you are an egg ball in the second war zone, and you have the ability not to throw Lao Tzu into the world of S-level difficulty?

It should, maybe, not so much, right?

Wiping a cold sweat, Mu Shaoan didn't dare to be careless anymore, and said that foreign monks were good at chanting, but he, a hunter from the fourth war zone, would not necessarily be welcomed by the second war zone.

Maybe it was forcibly stuffed by the Fourth War Zone, to be honest, Mu Shaoan didn't think that those arrogant new ancient humans would wipe their faces and ask for help.

Hmph, who knows what kind of vicious thoughts are in the fourth theater?

Slandering in his heart, Mu Shaoan put away his Qianshan armor by dividing it by two, and put on a soldier's leather armor, as well as straw sandals or something, let's keep a low profile.

His Qianshan armor is too stylish, the key is that he is good-looking, but his attributes are rotten into a pot of porridge, in case he is used as a general to gather fire and attack, then wouldn't he want to die unjustly?

In the end, he buried the soldiers again, although it was an NPC, Mu Shaoan bet and swore that from now on he would be a good person and not burp in this world.

Of course, he didn't say that in fact, he was trying to cover up his appearance, the ghost knows what dynasty this is, the ghost knows what rules there are in this place, be careful.

Tsk, do you think I'm becoming more and more like a standard anti-virus hunter?

After crossing the hill where there was no road at all, and going up the river, I turned a few more corners, and the battlefield ahead appeared impressively.

This is a relatively gentle mountain valley, and traces of the confrontation between the two armies can still be seen in the rising fireworks, but in fact, only corpses are left all over the ground at the moment, about a few hundred, dozens of soldiers with messy hair who can't distinguish between men and women are gathering the corpses, no, they are rudely stripping the dead soldiers' armor.

No one spoke, and the living were like numb living dead, just skilfully and indifferently stripped of their armor and picked up their weapons, and flocks of crows flew up and down in the distance, quacking and enjoying this gluttonous feast.

Mu Shaoan stood on the mountain beam, watching this scene dumbfounded, he hoped to find clues, but in fact, where were the clues?

He didn't even recognize the words on the banner that was still standing on the battlefield, it was crooked and earthworm-like, who could tell me what it was?

Well, the only thing he knows for sure is that this is the background of the Chinese world.

“&*%！”

Suddenly, someone shouted, and he couldn't understand what it meant, and then Mu Shao'an saw that the dozens of people who were stripping the armor of the dead looked up in unison, and the killing aura in his eyes was so shocking that he broke out in a cold sweat?

What a strong murderous aura!

"Kill him!"

This time, Mu Shaoan finally understood, and the feelings were ancient Chinese.

"Hey, hey, everyone. ”

Mu Shaoan hurriedly shouted, but the answer to him was three crossbow arrows.

"Buzz"

One hundred and sixty meters away, the three crossbow arrows were fired fast and fiercely, and the force was enough to shoot a tiger to death.

What kind of weapon is this Nima?

Why is it so paradoxical?

The wrong body flashed, and before Mu Shao'an could shout anything, he saw that the dozens of people put down their work at the same time and outflanked them from all directions, and as soon as they stood up, they looked extraordinarily tall, walking like flying, and fierce and vicious, this strength is absolutely impossible to be the peak of the C-level, this is a B-level soldier!

This is really shocking Mu Shao'an's soul, the second war zone is too dark, is it just like this? I'm here to support you.

So he turned around and ran, saying something.

"Qin Dog! Where to run?"

Someone shouted and scolded loudly in the back, but Mu Shaoan finally understood and straightened their tongues, that's what it meant?

Qin dog?

The last years of the Qin Dynasty?

Chu and Han competed, and the overlord was born?

Mu Shaoan was almost frightened and fainted, he finally understood, Ma Dan, that's right, there is a world of overlord Xiang Yu, so the difficulty will be weaker?

But this is the world of poetry in the Second War Zone?

I'll make up, it won't be the big wind song sung by the hooligan leader Liu Bang!

What about the good picking of roses?

It's not scientific, and I'm going to complain about a system that doesn't have a conscience. (To be continued.) )