Song Ming suddenly understood why Richard, a garbage merchandise, could become a second-level member of the Dao League, why Nanxiang fell out of the top ten prestigious schools, but still won so many places on the second secondary school, why the Li brothers had mediocre qualifications, but they could also obtain trial qualifications, and carry a black box that could be called a bug!

Li Shuanggang, the old fox, relied on his deep background, almost blatantly wanted to eat himself, and at the same time wanted to secretly exchange Ye Lan to open the way for his two illegitimate children...... Even if the plan is ruined by himself, he can turn his hands into rain, and use his violent behavior to rehabilitate his two sons, Zhen Nima pities the hearts of parents in the world!

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Song Ming suddenly felt like laughing.

Looking back on this journey, from Zhong Baisen in kindergarten, to Qi'an in primary school, and then to Li Shuanggang in junior high school...... From the small earth, to the solar system in a remote corner, to the bustling capital city of Lark State...... Even from the previous life to this life, the pure ivory tower that Songming has been longing for has never appeared.

He suddenly remembered this sentence:

Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and people are rivers and lakes, how do you hide?

In his previous life, he was world-weary and independent, hated hypocrisy, hated complexity, hated comparing with others, hated fighting with others, and finally ...... I don't bother to communicate with others directly, and I only find solace in the virtual world, but in this life-

He's different.

He is to play the game with full devotion to the real world, in the game, he is like the wind, often with him, life and death are down, do not accept it!

Since he can't escape the corruption of the rivers and lakes, he simply stirred him up in a bloody storm!

Of course –

Not today.

At this moment, Song Ming was firmly bound by the huge net, unable to move left and right, with dozens of high-ranking monks waiting by his side, and there were even more troops guarding him at all levels...... It is an impossible task to break through this dilemma on your own!

Next to Song Ming, Ye Lan stared at Song Ming blankly.

It can be seen that there was a flash of shock on her face, as if she hesitated for a long time, and when she finally wanted to step forward to intercede for Song Ming, Song Ming shook his head and refused her.

Not only is it undoubtedly futile, but it will even allow Ye Lan to give people a handle, which will inevitably lead to the suspicion of being a colleague and affect the position of direct transmission.

Ye Lan quickly realized this, and did not speak after all, only the confusion and doubt on his face, like the green and yellow of the maple leaves after the autumn wind blows, layer by layer.

And Songming's trip to the death training ground is already a sure thing.

But Song Ming will not easily accept his fate, since Li Shuanggang secretly hacks him everywhere, this shows that his power is not above the Dao Alliance, which will give Song Ming a certain respite, so as to find an outbreak of adversity.

Although he couldn't break through by force today, Song Ming still had a mouth that exploded into the sky, only to see him with cold eyebrows, in front of the large and small media in Skylark State, in front of more than a dozen leaders and thousands of freshmen, he smiled like a song:

"Li Shuanggang, you old dog, wash your neck and wait for the deity!"

Li Shuanggang's face was gloomy, but he didn't answer, only put his hands behind his back, and let the greasy fat head and big ears be draped with a disgusting "righteousness".

Then he gestured left and right, and stuffed Songming into a black spaceship.

The spacecraft roared, and in the blink of an eye, it pierced the atmosphere like an arrow.

Ye Lan stared at Song Ming's distant back and sighed softly:

"Will you be able to escape this time?"

......

The black ship carried Song Ming, as well as hundreds of other Nanxiang students who failed the trial and signed a contract, quickly flew away from the atmosphere of Nanxiang Star and landed in low-earth orbit, the only satellite-

Death Star.

The Death Star is not big, and its hollowed-out interior space is the one that shakes the lark-

Death Training Ground!

Song Ming was first subjected to a mandatory medical examination and then sent to the operating room.

A pass of anesthetic dizziness, Song Ming's tube was not dizzy, at least it looked like he was dizzy.

Next, he was sent to the operating table, where he was disemboweled, and a spiritual bomb was installed next to his spiritual root, which would detonate once he did not complete the designated training task within the fixed time limit.

Songming will definitely die.

Sorry, that's not possible.

His spiritual root has no spiritual power at all, it's just a dud—

Detonate a yarn!

In addition to installing a spiritual bomb in his body, Songming was also injected with a variety of hormones that stimulate the spiritual root, according to the system's testing, these hormones will affect the longevity of the spiritual root to varying degrees, in short, it is almost a stimulant!

"This broken school is also very hard for performance!"

After the operation, Song Ming, who was in a "coma", was randomly "dumped" in the training ground.

When Songming woke up-

I felt that the air around me was crisp, and the birds in my ears were singing, like a paradise.

In the confusion, he only felt that his chest was a little itchy, and when he felt it carefully, someone reached out and touched his chest, as if he was looking for something, and before he could open his eyes, his right hand was subconsciously raised and poked out.

"Huh?"

The palm seemed to grasp a mysterious object, soft, warm, and bouncing......

As if he had touched something, Song Ming insisted that Qingshan would not relax, and slowly opened his eyes.

A cute-looking girl with short hair was smiling and looking down at him.

The girl held an ordinary spirit sword in her hand, her skin looked pale and dull, as if she was malnourished, but the smile was extremely marked, as if full of infinite tenderness.

"Are you new to fertilizer?"

Song Ming narrowed his eyes, and his right hand seemed to be shrunk and clenched:

"Huh?"

The girl then explained:

"If you fail to advance and die, won't it become fertilizer for this training ground, and elementary school students like you will definitely be fertilizer when they come in. ”

"Poof—"

Songming almost spewed out of breath.

Looking at this girl again, the appearance of seventeen or eighteen years old, although it is not as delicate as Bai Jie or Kidd's handsomeness, or even as delicate as Ye Lan, but if you look closely, her appearance is quite standard.

It's just that the figure is a little thin, the complexion is a little pale, the facial features are always mixed with the sorrow that seems to be there, and there are some scars on the body that have been abused, but despite this-

She still maintains a standard smile and speaks very cheerfully.

But compared to sight and hearing, touch is a more memorable and addictive sense.

The girl looked meatless, but she felt unexpectedly when she touched it.

Song Ming closed his eyes, savored the warm and soft touch in his hands, tasted the legendary delicacy called "tofu", and a letter popped out of his mouth:

“b。 ”

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Preview: Chapter 0093, Do You Know Double Cultivation?

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