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"B128 Island, looking for me?" Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Who else knows you're here?" Wu Bei asked, "Let's go, go and see." ”

"Oh, there's someone else who knows. Xintian couldn't help but think of the thin man.

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On the way, Xintian learned about the hierarchy of Life Island. At present, the island of life is divided into four levels: S, A, B, and C according to the number of people and resources:

Within 100,000 people, it is grade C, the earth is hard, not a single inch of grass grows, and after the water source meets the drinking water, only very little can be used for planting, and the soil used for planting needs to be transported from the outside world, and the living conditions are relatively difficult. For example, this island in Wubei belongs to the C class, and there are estimated thousands of such life islands, and the specific number is unknown;

100,000 to 1 million people are B-class, with sufficient water sources, which can be met for drinking and planting, but the soil still needs to be transported back from the outside world, and there should be five or six hundred B-level life islands;

The 10,000-person ones are A-level, the water source is abundant, the land itself can be used for planting, and the living conditions are similar to those before the world changes, and there are only seven A-level life islands;

More than 10 million people are S-level, the water source is abundant, the soil is fertile, and the space is even as white as the outside world, which is of great significance to plant cultivation and the promotion of the gods, and there is only one S-level life island in Baoding.

In this way, nearly half of the people in the country should have survived, which really made Xintian Chang breathe a sigh of relief, and it seems that the situation is not too pessimistic.

At this time, Xintian and his entourage arrived at the empty square at the entrance of the space.

Standing in the square were two young men in camouflage uniforms, the same costume, the same height, and even the same appearance, apparently a pair of twin brothers.

One of the two men, who was full of bravery, seemed to say something to Hao Yan, and then suddenly kicked Hao Yan's lower abdomen.

Hao Yan let out a dull cry of pain, and his slender body slammed to the ground, curling up like a shrimp. Tian Xiaoyu screamed, pounced on Hao Yan's body, which was still twitching violently, and cried loudly.

The man seemed to be unsatisfied, and wanted to step forward to make up for it.

"Stop!" Xintian's eyes cracked, and he let out a loud shout and walked quickly to Hao Yan's side.

The man felt the breath of Xintian and said, "You are the new god who appeared, right? It would be unwise for you to interrupt your future boss like this! Pack up your things and come with me, my father has taken a fancy to you." ”

Xintian didn't seem to hear the man's words, squatted down and probed Hao Yan's snort, and only after checking the pulse did he relax a little.

"Why?" Xintian stood up and stared at the man, his voice cold without a trace of warmth.

The man shuddered, as if he had the illusion of being locked by a poisonous snake, and then became a little annoyed and angry.

At this time, another man in a camouflage military uniform spoke: "This little brother is angry. We are the sons of the owner of B128 Island, and my father heard that there was a new god here, so he asked us to come and ask for a sage. My name is Song Ziwen and he is my twin brother Song Ziwu. Although my brother has a reckless personality, he is still very good to his own people, and I hope that the little brother will not care. ”

Xintian didn't hear Song Ziwen's words, and still stared at Song Ziwu, and said word by word: "Why, what?"

Song Ziwu sneered and didn't answer, obviously disdainful of explaining anything.

Song Ziwen didn't seem to be angry at Xintian's ignorance, and his tone was even more gentle, "It's very simple. My brother took a fancy to this beast corpse, but this woman said that the beast corpse was yours, so she refused to give it to my brother. She is just a mortal, and she dares to point fingers at the gods, and she should teach her a lesson. However, my brother is not a very vicious person, you should be able to see that my brother has already reined in his strength, otherwise ten of her would not be able to resist the kick of the gods. ”

Xintian finally stopped staring at Song Ziwu at this time, and turned to look at Song Ziwen.

Same look, different look. Song Ziwen exudes a bookish atmosphere, like a well-educated man full of wealth, with the demeanor of a corporal of courtesy.

Xintian's tense muscles suddenly relaxed, and a soft smile appeared on his face, "So, I should thank your brother for her kindness?"

"No, no. If you really want to thank you, you can give the beast corpse to my brother, and it can be regarded as your vote!" The smile on Song Ziwen's face became even brighter.

"Well, I can give you the beast corpse, but what good can I get?" Xintian smiled.

"Don't worry, you can't find the gods anywhere, and our brothers will never be able to treat you badly. Song Ziwen groaned slightly, and then said, "My dad has many people under him, but there are seven of the most powerful people, nicknamed 'Seven Wolves'." I can recommend you to study one of them as a teacher, and you will definitely benefit a lot. ”

"Oh?" Xintian looked at his tattered clothes, "They should be very good at making clothes, can you make me a few more, I'm still young, I'm growing my body, and I don't always have enough clothes." Seven Wolves Men's Clothes, Tut-Tut......"

As soon as these words came out, the tense atmosphere became strange. Gu Shuo and the dozen or so "security guards" who were hiding on the side to watch the gate all forced a smile, their faces turned purple, but Wu Bei ignored it and laughed.

Song Ziwen's face that had been holding Zhizhu was also gloomy, and at this time, if he couldn't see that Xintian was entertaining, he would be stupid. Song Ziwen stared at Xintian like a hungry wolf, and said coldly: "What a child, you are very willful." Do you know the consequences of that?"

"The consequences are ...... Luckily, Aunt Hao is fine, otherwise, I would have beaten your father so much that he wouldn't recognize you......"

Song Ziwu on the side couldn't hold back any longer at this time, and shouted angrily: "Shut up! A mere first-order god who doesn't even have a 'god seed' dares to be so arrogant! You dare to refuse my father's invitation, don't you know my father's name 'Wolverine'?"

"'Wolverine'?" Hugh Jackman?" Xintian's face was even more sarcastic, "It's really disrespectful, I didn't see that you two are still Chinese and foreign-blooded breeds......"

"You're really looking for death!" Song Ziwen laughed angrily, "Brother, let's do it, don't kill him, let's get him back and slowly concoct it." ”

Song Ziwu had already put his anger into action at this time.

With a sudden kick of one foot, a deep pit appeared in the hard ground, Song Ziwu's entire body popped out like lightning, and Xintian only felt a flower in front of him, and a fist the size of a sandbag appeared in front of him.

There was no time to dodge, Xintian gritted his teeth and met Song Ziwu's fist with a straight fist.

It's a head-to-head contest, not the slightest bit fancy.

Xintian only felt as if his fist had been hit by a swinging hammer, and his hand bones were painful, and his whole person was knocked back several steps by this force.

"Is that all there is to it? It may be useful to kowtow and beg for mercy now. Song Ziwen, who was watching the battle, said coldly, but the person quietly approached Hao Yan's mother and daughter, who were sitting next to the beast corpse.

At this time, the battle between Xintian and Song Ziwu had fallen into a one-sided situation.

Without a trace of superfluous moves, Song Ziwu just kept approaching the retreating Xintian, punching one punch after another, punching harder than the other, not giving Xintian the slightest respite.

Xintian also had a hard time at this time, and in the face of Song Ziwu's extremely simple oppressive play, he could only do his best to support it, and he couldn't spare any time and spare strength to sacrifice his bloodline talent.

"Bang", it was another hard-hitting punch, Xintian's hand bones were broken, and he was hit in the chest by the aftermath of Song Ziwu's heavy punch. Xintian felt as if he had been hit by a fierce horse in his chest, and in an instant, blood surged up, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. Song Ziwu's face was ruthless, he didn't spare his hand, and then hit Xintianmian Gate with a heavy punch.

Seeing that Xintian, who was obviously powerless to resist, was about to be seriously injured or killed by this punch, everyone around couldn't help but exclaim, and Xiaoyu struggled to stand up and pounce.

Wu Bei, who had been watching calmly at this time, also decided that Xintian was no longer powerless to resist, and decided to intervene to save Xintian.

Although he is afraid of the prestige of "Wolverine", he does not want the other party to kill the gods he has recruited on his own land, and if he dies here, I am afraid that no gods will join his life island.

Xintian looked at the fist in front of him that was getting bigger and bigger, and his heart was filled with sadness. Are you really going to die here?or are you going to be caught and tortured by these two bastards?

"Unwilling, unwilling, unwilling, unwilling, unwilling!! die here silently, ending my life in a nest?! I will never see my aunt again, and I will never be able to nest in my aunt's soft arms again?! Is this the life that God has arranged for me? No, I don't accept !!."

Staring at the huge fist that was almost to the tip of his nose, Xintian's eyes widened angrily, two lines of blood flowed from the corners of his eyes, and a silent roar came out of his mouth: "Get out of the way! Get out of the way for me!!"

"Boom", a low roar came from Xintian's mind, as if some restraint was broken in the roar, and Xintian suddenly felt as if the world was still.

Xintian "saw" the expressions of everyone around him, frightened, dazed, resentful, and regretful......

Xintian "saw" Xiaoyu's eager and distorted little face, "saw" Gu Shuo's helplessly closed eyes, "saw" Song Ziwen's mocking and happy sneer, and "saw" Wubei's violent posture......

Everything was still in Xintian's "eyes", and Xintian could even see his cheeks that were so angry that he shed bloody tears, as if there was another self looking at the world with cold eyes.

Next, everyone saw an extremely strange scene.

When Song Ziwu's fist was about to hit Xintian, the whole person suddenly froze firmly, from extreme movement to extreme quietness, as if he was held by an irresistible huge force, and he could not break free at all.

Song Ziwuru was captured by the evil ghost, and his eyes showed great fear. The face that was so close to Xintian that the bloody face from the corners of his eyes made him instinctively feel that it was the face of the evil spirit that was about to devour his soul.

The "grimace" smiled at him, and then a red light passed through his head, and Song Ziwu's consciousness fell into boundless darkness.

Song Ziwu, die!