"It's unlucky."

I'm about to leave, but the plan to buy is ruined, and no one will be happy.

"I'll change my clothes - then I'll find a way to show the other party's identity, of course, it's impossible to sell the Wanzhi card to the other party."

Glenna pouted:

"Rand Lorde, huh? It's surprising to don't know where you got the news of Knowing the cards - but alas, you know too much. ”

Just as Glena began to dress up and prepare to deal with the visitors, Rand Lord, who was rushing to the hotel on the other side, had a small episode.

The Night Battle Sword has the habit of placing his vision, and he immediately captured the culprit who directly caused the dive of the abyss to be blocked, although the other party changed the ID, but the face and shape were not changed.

If it weren't for this kid, why would we go to such great lengths to kidnap Dalina?' ’

The more Night Sword thought about it, the more angry he became, and when he saw Rand Lorde's face, how awkward he looked.

In the team, the Night Battle Sword does not have a particularly bright performance, and at first glance it looks like an honest person, loyal to his work ethic, and will perform perfectly no matter what task is arranged.

However, in his 'previous life', Night Battle Sword, as a person who played from S1 to S14 and was able to play a very outrageous record in every game, knew from his knees that he was definitely not an honest person.

When Leoz and the others successfully broke the ice, exchanged opinions, and the team atmosphere became more and more harmonious, the night battle sword moved a little crookedly.

The wolf school of the Path, proficient in a large number of spatial artistic conceptions, the most famous operation is to flash to protect teammates, and to control swords and props from a distance to attack the opponent.

Of course, attacking the player directly will result in a red name, but if you let an NPC attack the opponent......

The Night Sword rummaged through his backpack and found a bottle of Potion of Madness.

"Well, it's you."

The Night Sword flipped the little red bottle and smiled evilly.

The next moment, he launched a teleportation, teleported the madness potion from the marked point, and the medicine bottle with the flying knife tied directly into the crowd was thrown directly into the crowd, and quickly exploded.

Smack!

The red potion evaporated quickly, and no one cared about the movement between people and people.

But then, as the medicine is inhaled into the human body with the air, the citizens passing by feel a wave of irritability, but they are all cousins of the narrative, and they really can't do it.

At this moment, Rand Lord, a handsome and triumphant gentleman, was leisurely walking through the streets.

'Lai's mother is really easy to talk to, this is too easy and too easy, and there are so many rewards, tsk, those mud-legged people can't get Xingyuan's approval for a lifetime, I just came out to go shopping, find someone to chat, spend money instead of spending my own money, and succeed effortlessly. ’

Rand Lord hummed a little song, and the two bodyguards of Zeta Rank (6) around him protected him, plus he changed his ID, even if there were players trapped in the abyss and unable to dive, they didn't dare to say anything when they saw him.

- Alas, it can't be helped, it's not because they don't work hard enough.

Thinking about it carefully, Rand Lord felt that these ordinary players were quite pitiful, disturbed by the recognition filter, and thought that he was a happy ordinary person, just playing a game.

In fact, they are just a group of cannon fodder who have been salvaged, recycled, and sent to death under the control of Xingyuan.

'I heard that in the past, there were special cannon fodder gods in the Xingyuan Divine Clan to send these mud legs to death? Now it was their turn to die for themselves. ’

Rand Lord thought it was ridiculous.

"Don't be unconvinced, if you have the ability, your mother is also Lai Anding......

Such an easy job, effortless, and without danger, he felt a little bored.

Just as he was thinking this, the faces of the two bodyguards around him became more and more ugly.

"Lord Rand." One of the bodyguards said in a deep voice, "Is it your first time coming to the Imperial State?" ”

"It's not nonsense." Rand Lord said casually: "What am I doing here when I have nothing to do?" I don't know how many years I have been in and out of a lifespan, I am delicate and expensive, but I can't do this. ”

"Possibly, they recognized the wrong person."

Another mage bodyguard tugged at the corners of his mouth and pointed to the crowd around him:

"They seem to have a little bit of a problem with us."

"What are you afraid of?" Rand Lord glanced around, sneered at the doctor, and said presumptuously: "We are foreigners who entered the country legally, a bunch of turtles who have been trapped in the inherent time domain all their lives, how can they-"

Syllable!

An egg of unknown fowl smashed into Rand Lord's mouth accurately, and Rand Lord didn't react for a moment and bit down.

Smack!

The eggshell shattered, and the eerie green egg wash and earthy yellow egg whites immediately flowed down, and an indescribable foul smell rushed in, directly into the nostrils and throat.

"This devil looks down on us! him! ”

"Gentles, get out! Come to our land and look down on us. Do you dare to compare and compare, what is the grand narrative of imperialism?! ”

"I'll fuck you (Dipon Yayan), if you don't like to stay, get out of here! Pretend to force you to fly again! This is the Emperor! ”

In fact, the Night Sword ignores a problem.

It seems that the "Heroes and Empires" have always behaved more civilly and decently, but they are the youngest narratives, and they are far inferior to the company and the temple in terms of basic education and civic quality.

In fact, the Imperial Citizen is the only one of the many narratives that takes 'conquering aliens and assimilating civilization' as a matter of course, and in addition to common sense, children are taught to fight and fight from an early age, and they are quite full of martial virtues.

Not only that, but the culture of the empire is not as advanced as it seems, and even with the inherent time domain, many citizens will not actually leave their birthplace for the rest of their lives, and remain conservative and xenophobic.

In the imperial state, duels are legal, citizens are keen to watch the arena beast show, and the organizers default to the fact that the last game is left to the citizens themselves, no matter how you look at it, it is a proper fighting nation.

When he threw out the madness potion, the citizens of the Imperial State, who were already dissatisfied with foreigners shouting and pretending to be forced on their own territory, instantly exploded.

Before Rand Lord could react, a big fat man weighing several tons rushed towards him in an instant, and slapped the door panel - his vision suddenly became extremely wide, and the entire city was unobstructed.

"How did I fly?"

Rand Lorde looked down blankly, only to see the crowd waving their fists at him and shouting.

Although their roars were extremely angry, the first thought that came to Rand's heart when he saw this scene was:

'Aren't these people welcoming me?' ’

When his sanity prevailed, a cold sweat broke out all over his body.

The industrious and simple citizen of the imperial state unfurled a banner for him on the spot:

"Alien waste, expelled from the border!"

It is conceivable that when he falls, he will immediately be surrounded by people and enjoy the warm hospitality of the citizens of the imperial state, young and old.