Instead, Joe shouted there, "King, you can't eat alone, and kill all the monsters by yourself." We're going to kill monsters to gain experience......"

The sad mood of the rabbit and the fox that had just been born from his heart was quickly diluted, and Ding Li almost laughed, these many guys who don't know whether to live or die really regard this place as a game.

Ding Li laughed, lowered his voice and said to Wang Mu: "You have played too many games, haven't you? The average person can only absorb a tenth of it......"

"The average person absorbs a tenth of ...... , then how much can you absorb?" Wang Mu was worthy of being a familiar guy who couldn't be more familiar with Ding, and easily heard the subtext.

"About seventy or eighty!" Ding Li said with a smile.

He has a good master, although he has never taught him anything like Taoism at the beginning, but learning Neijiaquan since he was a child has made his foundation very deep.

You must know that Neijiaquan was first evolved from the breathing guidance skills such as the Five Birds Opera, and it was originally a kind of profound kung fu in Daomen.

Through breathing, exhalation, and exercise guidance, these energies are slowly digested in the body, and only the remaining two or three percent are wasted.

And like a few other foreigners, including Wang Nan, although they have also killed monsters. But most of the energy is actually wasted. At most, it just makes them have a hot current on their bodies and their spirits become vigorous!

"I think you should kill a few more monsters, and then I'll teach you a boxing technique!" said Ding Li, who was never a stingy person. What's more, being friends with Wang Lan can be regarded as friends of life and death.

Wang grinned, "Excuse me, the countess has already told me about a cultivation method that is suitable for this place." Don't you think that the aura here is much more abundant than ours in that world!"

Ding Li nodded, he had already discovered that even the power of his own spells had become a lot greater.

The car started quickly, although it was very dangerous to watch the car walk at night. I also don't know if the path pointed out by Ding Li is correct, but there is a glimmer of hope to go home. It still makes these guys boil.

In the case of foreigners, it is easier for them to work together in solidarity. But after being organized, they will desperately pay attention to the so-called master, for fear that their rights and interests will be violated.

Unlike the Chinese people, although it is difficult to organize, but after being organized, it is easy to follow orders.

The brigade began to march, encountering several dangers along the way. But they were all solved easily by Ding Li, whether it was a demon or a zombie, under the wheels, there was not much difference.

Although Ding Li has beads on his body that lead to other worlds, it doesn't seem to be able to let everyone pass through at once.

You must know that so many people need a lot of energy points to travel to other worlds at once.

Even if there is a little bit of one person, so many people will need to cross, I'm afraid it will take more than a hundred points.

And the most important thing is that this dark door can not be so simple. It is often a geometric multiple, such as adjusting the flow rate time of two worlds, which requires more than the energy of the geometric multiple.

It seems that the number of people who can cross will also be limited, and the amount of energy points consumed is also a geometric multiple jump.

Of course, even if there is no such reason. Ding Li didn't plan to let his secret be known by more people.

The husband is not guilty, and he is guilty of the truth. It seems that in any era, in any place, go back to the establishment. He didn't want to be kind, but in the end, he was harmed by his kindness!

If it really doesn't work, Ding Li may also take Wang Nan with him, or two or three more people and flee to another world.

Of course, the best outcome is that Ding Li can lead these guys to find an exit, and everyone goes out together. Until the last moment, Ding Li had no intention of leaving behind most of the people who had escaped......

"Are you sure there is nothing wrong with her head?" asked a police officer, looking at Hu Ke, who had just been sedated, with gauze tied around his head.

The police station is a little too small for the eyes of the Chinese, and it is located in a house that can only accommodate three or four people, in a parking lot and a public toilet in the center of the town.

There are even rumors that the local police station will be abolished due to the lack of police funds. If this is really the case, then this ancient town with a population of about 30,000 or 40,000 people will have no police.

The scale of such a small town is a little small in the eyes of the Chinese. But you must know that there are more than a dozen villages in the area under the jurisdiction of this police station, and there are no police stations or the like.

This time, the district police station will be withdrawn, and if the local thugs make trouble, they will have to come from a distance, and they don't know if they will have time.

Even the nearest Evinbus police station to the town is about twenty minutes away.

"Sir, apart from a few minor concussions, she's really fine!" said the young, but tall policewoman, "Anyway, Bernie has already driven over to see it, so he should call in a moment!"

As he spoke, the phone rang. The officer leisurely grabbed the phone: "How is Bernie, is it that those young people smoke too much, or do you drink too much......

"God, officer. There's really something wrong here, so many people say it...... I mean...... I haven't gotten to the place yet, but the front, the front is literally covered in darkness......"

"It's night, Bernie. There's no street light in that place!" the officer remained careless.

"But...... However, my headlights shone in, and it disappeared. I sensed something was wrong, really, officer, really something was wrong...... Ah, what a monster ......"

"Bernie, Bernie......" the officer shouted into the phone. But there were only a few hoarse screams on the phone. I could still hear it in the pitch-shifting voice, which was Bernie's voice.

"Damn!" the officer hung up abruptly: "Hurry, hurry up and notify the boss, hell." Bernie didn't have a gun, he must have encountered a mob. Where's the hell my gun?"

Just as the old officer complained, there was a sudden sound of screaming in the quiet town.

In the quiet of the night, this screaming sound can even be heard for several miles, waking up people who don't know how many good dreams are sleeping.

"What's going on?" asked the policewoman, uneasy, she was young and hadn't experienced much.