Unlimited loot system

As the saying goes: Blessings come without pairs, and misfortunes never come singly.

Holyfield Hall can be said to be, the house leaks happen to rain all night, the boat is late and the head wind hits.

He vowed to walk towards the explosion-proof gate, but the door was firmly locked, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't open it.

The thief boat was easy to board but not easy to enter. When they came in, the wind was smooth, but when they wanted to leave, the electronic locks were all locked!

"Varen, Varen! Quickly unlock, quickly unlock..."

Holyfield Hall anxiously contacts Warren.

He was on the verge of madness, and the successive defeats and face blows made it difficult for him to keep calm.

Varen, who was far away on the edge of East Saint Academy, was sweating profusely to overcome difficulties.

The culprit who caused Warren's distress is enjoying the treatment of the empress at the moment.

Bai Xiaosheng was sitting upright in front of the workbench, with his head tilted intoxicated, his mouth almost reaching to the base of his ears.

Sitting next to her, Jiang Ziyue fed her wontons with a disgusted expression on her face, and then said angrily, "I've served you too, what happened?"

Bai Xiaosheng wanted to eat wontons, but he didn't have a third hand to help, so he had to threaten Jiang Ziyue to help.

If Jiang Ziyue didn't help, Jiang Mingyang would be surrounded and beaten.

Knowing that Bai Xiaosheng was molesting her, Jiang Ziyue had no choice but to sacrifice her appearance even though she was unwilling in every possible way.

"Tch, a semi-finished product combining human brain and electronics, I can kill him by ticking my little finger."

Bai Xiaosheng didn't bother to make complaints. He squinted at Jiang Ziyue's unfriendly expression, and explained: "I created a virtual system, and I've already touched his lair, and that fool is still trying his best to conquer it."

"I asked about Jiang Mingyang's situation!"

Jiang Ziyue snorted coldly, Bai Xiaosheng smiled slyly, and said, "Oh, so I was asking about my lover."

Bai Xiaosheng's exaggerated teasing made Jiang Ziyue's cheeks flush, and she spat at her shyly.

Jiang Ziyue didn't know her true thoughts either, she didn't want Jiang Mingyang to have an accident, let alone his death.

Fighting with 28 ninth-level masters of body training is like risking their lives for a chance of survival.

Once there was a flaw in the plan and he fell into the enemy's besiege, Jiang Mingyang would undoubtedly die.

"Don't worry, it will take at least three minutes for Hall to leave the Wuan Bureau, by then Jiang Mingyang has already finished hunting.

Besides, as long as Jiang Mingyang is not brain-dead, Lin Xiling's plan will never go wrong.

Lin Xiling's plan is one loop after another, false and true, very confusing and misleading.

Don't say that Huoer has a brain, even Nangong Yu, a bastard who claims to be a wise man, will be crippled by Lin Xiling. "

Bai Xiaosheng was full of confidence, chewing the sweet food with his white teeth, and turned his attention to the screen again.

"Jie Jie Jie Jie, there is one last checkpoint. Bypassing this checkpoint, I can take off the underpants of the church..."

Amidst Bai Xiaosheng's strange laughter, Jiang Ziyue walked out of the carriage knowingly.

Geniuses have quirks, and Bai Xiaosheng is definitely a genius among geniuses in her field of expertise.

But this evildoer who likes to spy on secrets is not only a glass that likes rainbows, but also gets great satisfaction when spying on secrets, and makes a blushing sound.

"Jiang Mingyang, you have been dancing in Blade's Edge Mountain, are you really not afraid of death?"

Jiang Ziyue muttered to herself, her gaze seemed to fall on Jiang Mingyang through the dark night sky.

After the countdown ended, the image displayed in the live broadcast room and the gaming network was the rooftop where Holyfield Smith was.

Those who watched the live broadcast were baffled, and Holyfield Smith, who was on the scene, was also baffled.

The live broadcast is not the Wuan Bureau, what exactly does Jiang Mingyang want to do?
As soon as this idea came up, Holyfield Smith felt chills all over his body, and immediately realized the seriousness of the problem.

Holyfield Smith suddenly exploded with all his strength, and while turning around to be on alert, he pressed the communicator and shouted: "Be careful, his target is us!"

"Oh, you've finally come to terms with it."

A faint sigh sounded from the darkness, and a burly figure in Dongsheng's school uniform slowly walked out of the darkness.

It wasn't until this time that the live broadcast room and everyone who followed the gambling suddenly realized.

"Fuck, God is so unfair.

I thought the Great God was powerful, but he was a stupid big man with no brains, and he could feel a little balanced in his heart.

I didn't expect him to use his brain better than mine..."

"Wooooow, IQ has been destroyed.

Watching the live broadcast all the time, I can't see through the plan of the great god, so the gap between me and the great god is not only in strength..."

"Oh, it's someone else's child, someone else's disciple, someone else's student.

Why can't I meet a student like Mao..."

Barrages like this exploded in an instant.

Of course, some people are bitter and others are flattering.

"Okay, don't be sour. We haven't been there, and it's not ashamed if we can't see through.

The members of the Holyfield family, not only were they personally on the scene, but they were also cheated while watching the live broadcast, that is the real crushing..."

Jiang Mingyang didn't take those blood residues as his target, but Holyfield Smith's team, which was ignored by everyone.

If Jiang Mingyang could destroy Owen's team by himself, he could also destroy the other teams.

As long as he doesn't face more than two teams, Jiang Mingyang can handle it easily.

For Jiang Mingyang, there was essentially no difference between a head with residual blood and a team of five full of blood.

"Jiang Mingyang, you still dare to show up on your own initiative!"

Holyfield Smith sneered and sneered, but secretly contacted Holyfield Hall frantically.

The members of his own team are rushing towards him at high speed, and they will definitely arrive in 30 seconds.

But Holyfield Hall has been missing, which makes Holyfield Smith very disturbed.

"Tch, why don't I dare to show up to a group of idiots?"

Jiang Mingyang stood still, squinting at Holyfield Smith, and said, "Do you know why I like to be crushed?"

Holyfield Smith focused on defense and ignored Jiang Mingyang's question at all.

Jiang Mingyang's sense of oppression was too strong, his ability to stabilize his mind was already the limit, and he didn't have the energy to care about him at all.

"Because no one wants to play tricks with fools.

Even if I torture you all in terms of intellect, I won't feel a sense of accomplishment, so I might as well hit my fists. "

Jiang Mingyang shrugged his shoulders. His contemptuous look made Holyfield Smith furious, but he was helpless.

Jiang Mingyang's strategy is not only brilliant, it is simply a seamless magic skill.

He could only patiently procrastinate for time, waiting for the team members and Holyfield Hall's team to join up and jointly take down Jiang Mingyang.

"Hehe, you must be thinking, hold him, hold him steady, and when your teammates come, the victory will belong to you."

Jiang Mingyang smiled brightly, and Holyfield Smith's face gradually darkened.

Since Jiang Mingyang guessed it, he still dared to chat with him, either because he was confident, or because he was extremely confident, and he was sure to defeat them.

Either way is very bad for them.

Jiang Mingyang glanced at his watch, and said to himself: "The time is almost here, and your teammates are also coming soon.

I don't like trouble, and before they come, I'll take care of you..."