the end of the heavens

"What is this, we were taken to the monitoring room?"

Russell complained speechlessly, without beginning or end, and didn't know which muscle the main god made a mistake.

"Hey, this is a ring, doesn't the captain know?"

Guan Yin didn't turn her head back: "I finally got the task of the Lord God, but it made me anxious."

I know shit!

"Of course I know, you guys are in a daze, let's tell some nonsense to ease the embarrassing atmosphere."

"Is it a joke?"

"No, it's just nonsense!"

Telepathy sneaked into Duan Xinlan's heart, Russell grasped the important information in an instant, and then became a little anxious.

Just like his previous guess, the Lord God sent the reincarnated people into various worlds, drew an average line, screened the reincarnated people whose strength was higher than the average level, and held a group arena.

There are sixteen districts in the competition, and Pandora Star is just one of them. Each district has four places and can advance to the group stage.

This time the main god's punishment method is very gentle. Compared with the previous mission failures and being obliterated, the losers of the group arena will not have to worry about their lives, but the reward points on the account will be cleared.

These reward points will be sent to the account of the winner of the same group arena in the form of spoils.

Death, abstention, and surrender are all considered to be the way to judge the outcome!

In Russell's view, it is very gentle, but it is not the case for reincarnators, because reward points are equal to exchange and becoming stronger. In the main god space of the law of the jungle, it is no different from wealth and life.

When standing still, others become rich and powerful, isn't it suicide!

"Great, great, great, I like this mission, it's like sending money."

Guan Yin was instantly elated, and rolled her eyes and said, "Before I called the captain to ask for money, she actually asked me to write an [-]-word application. It's really heartless."

Russell: "..."

He won't complain about the Supergirl squad, who can tell him what to do with the number plates that don't participate?

The first thousand and 290 chapters and three exclamation points, Aite, hash marks, percent marks, question marks, question marks, question marks

"Sister Xinlan, what's your number?"

"616!"

"It sounds very auspicious. I am 049, a very common number. It seems to be changed."

"Xinxin, what about you?"

"233."

"Hey, I asked for your serial number, what kind of expression did you make?"

"233."

"forget it"

""

Although he didn't understand why the main god wanted to hold a group arena, it was a big scene that included all reincarnated people, but Russell was very interested in it, and his heart that wanted to make trouble could not be calmed down, and no one could stop him.

Except for the number plate!

According to the regulations set by the main god in Duan Xinlan's memory, all the reincarnated contestants are anonymous, and the numbers on the number plates are their names on the ring.

Moreover, without a number plate, it is equivalent to having no admission ticket, and you can't find the door if you want to participate.

Russell wanted to compete for another reason besides doing business.

When everyone is fighting, but he is the only one who stands alone and stands aloof as a quiet and handsome man, it is too conspicuous.

Even if he uses the strategies taught by Mr. Tony to turn all three women in the room into nympho with negative IQ, he should still see it.

There can only be one way!

Russell squinted his eyes slightly. He didn't want to use telepathy to acquaintances, wantonly delete and modify memories, so

Thinking about doing one thing, killing all three women, and taking their number plates to compete.

The possibility of success is very high. Unless the number plate has a face recognition function and requires him to wear women's clothes, no one will be able to save them.

Anyway, no one saw it, no evidence and no evidence, no one can falsely accuse him of killing flowers with his hands.

Just when Russell's thoughts diverged, Mu Xinxin pointed to Russell's feet: "Hey, whose number plate is this, captain, is it yours?"

As she spoke, she stepped forward quickly, and after picking up the number plate, her mind was filled with question marks.

"Number Exclamation Point Aite Pound Sign Percent Mark Question Mark Question Mark Question Mark"

The corners of Mu Xinxin's eyes twitched: "Captain, what kind of ghost number is this?"

"Let me see, let me see quickly."

Duan Xinlan and Guan Yin stepped forward, and saw two lines of garbled characters on the white sign that resembled an online banking shield.

Name:? ? ?

serial number:! ? ? ?

"What is this? Not only is the serial number garbled, but it doesn't even have a name."

"I know, the Lord God rolled the keyboard with his face."

"Captain, you are so pitiful, the Lord God thinks you are not worthy of having a name."

""

Facing [-] ducks croaking and croaking, Russell made a knife with his palms and cut each one headshot. He grabbed the number plate with his hand and said angrily, "Got it, that's why I threw it on the ground."

"understood!"

"Actually, if you don't need fists, we will understand."

"Shut up if you understand, otherwise, in the barren mountains and wild mountains, no one will know if you are buried."

Russell finished with a hum, his face remained calm, and he muttered in his heart the Lord God's intention to arrange for him to compete.

Next to it, Guan Yin took out the universal capsule, released the three-piece sofa set in the living room with a bang, and brought her own tea table and tea set. After sitting down, she skillfully brewed tea.