The huge wave sweeping the anime world

"Caoyuan, what are these people talking about? Translate, translate."

Kuduo was filled with confusion as he watched the Shandia people separating some crying people who came from nowhere.

Population trade? That shouldn't be the case. Isn't the population trade in the pirate world all about trading some special races and the citizens of some defeated countries?

Could it be that these refugees hugging each other and crying could not be the perfect choice for human trade?

Are the Shandians in Sky Island so hungry that they will eat anything? But the comics don't mention this, and it's original to the game.

So should we stop it, or stop it, or stop it?

He understood that this was a game, but the noise of more than two hundred children and women crying was so loud that it made him feel compassion.

"Don't worry about it. I've already asked about their origins. They are the survivors rescued by Dr. Heisenberg from the human breeding farms that produced mutant test subjects who ate people without blinking an eye. In order to help them adapt to society faster, the doctor arranged to separate them and arrange them with the Shandians and Angel Islanders."

Caoyuan held a spear and pulled Kuduo outside. The scene was too "spectacular" and he couldn't bear to watch it.

"Do you think the next step for these refugees will be to build camps, export their culture, and then bring in their distant relatives hiding in the jungle? In the end, these refugees will combine with the mutant test subjects to squeeze out the living space of the original inhabitants of Sky Island, and the original inhabitants will be expelled in turn."

After they walked away, the nun guessed with some ill intent.

"Several years later, they celebrated Thanksgiving, stepping on the land stained with the blood of the indigenous people, roasting unpalatable chicken, and silently thanking the Indians, no, the Sandia people for their selfless dedication."

A piece of firewood next to it continued the former's idea.

"Stop talking, my scalp is a little numb."

The ghost book also did not miss the opportunity to complain.

"Hmm, that's so true. It reminds me of a country of roosters that are dyed black."

Shilian raised his hands and started the daily breast-feeding session

"You are all too cowardly. Just say you want to remove the stains directly. Of course you have to use Adolf shampoo. Anyway, their bill doesn't apply to this. Anyway, we have to deal with those who insulted the squids first. My first choice is a certain Jesus. After all, he is a ruthless person who would use this to slander the Jews even at the cost of his life. Let's deal with those who put the blame on them first."

Sagittarius is a person who likes to watch the fun and no matter how big the event, what's more, as a well-informed professor of liberal arts, he once made a well-reasoned rebuttal to some of the excessive publicity about those Jewish materials.

But the Chinese people at that time preferred the novelty brought to them by the public intellectuals, and indulged in the self-deception stage that as long as they could wag their tails, their masters would throw them bones.

No matter what he said, those people would not listen to him, especially those in the West who unscrupulously produced some historical relics.

Damn, it looks like something from last week at first glance, but they insist that it's from the same period as their Shang and Zhou dynasties.

The second-rate antique dealers he had met would not buy such obviously fake items, but they had the audacity to claim that they were real.

When asked specific questions, he refused to answer any of them. He only said that carbon testing had been done, but when asked to verify the data, he said it was inconvenient to test.

This kind of life of being forced to eat shit made him lose his ideals for a while, but his momentum has been getting better and better recently.

After the reversal of their identities, they became the foreign forces they once were. The difference is that they used the weapon of civilization to educate these new countries with their rich history.

Instead of being like them, they are afraid that after the rise of a great power, they will use all means to destroy their hegemonic rule.

"Don't think about it. You're worrying too much. Don't always bring current affairs into the game. These people are all survivors. I can see the despair in their eyes. I can't fake it. Can't I hope for their well-being?"

The Tenth Company has not yet gotten over its worries about the refugees.

It was very strange. This was just a game, so why could it make his heart pound so hard?

"Don't worry about it. Although Dr. Heisenberg doesn't look like a human being, he at least does things humanly. Now that they have been rescued, their future should be tied to these Sky Islanders. Maybe we will even have to trade and communicate with them."

Ma Niu was still holding the axe and nodded slightly. The character design that the official had given to this newly created NPC was quite good.

In the cg, there is Brother Jason who carries the burden forward for the will of the empire, and Dr. Heisenberg who has an ugly face and a foul mouth but is full of human brilliance in his actions.

"Indeed, it's a pity that the official expansion pack has not been updated yet. Are the staff on holiday? Aren't these refugees rescue missions provided to players in other games? How come Dr. Heisenberg solved it himself? Let us help carry the refugees, pass water to Heisenberg and give him a shoulder pat, it's all fine, as long as we can get the mission."

He just sighed. As a task master, he actually missed such a great opportunity. It made him feel like he had lost 1 billion. Even if he lost 1 billion Zimbabwean dollars, he still felt sad!

"Forget about it. The expansion pack is still the same old stuff. Let's finish this clear novice mission first. Otherwise, all the subsequent contents such as our OP's complete liberation rights and personal future growth path, etc., will not be able to unfold."

A cucumber patted Zhiqiang's shoulder and comforted him weakly.

"I can't help it. This game is in the closed beta stage, so it's normal for the conditions to be harsh. But because of this, I'm even more curious about what the novice reward that Dr. Heisenberg said we would get after passing the novice copy is. Will it be a devil fruit?"

Caoyuan doesn't care how long or how difficult the novice period of this game is. He is usually so bored that he plays some games that have no playability at all in the public's view.

There are many bugs in several mini-games, which make it impossible to complete certain tasks. There is even one game that requires cheating to complete the task normally.

Compared to those brainless games, "Free Fart" is a conscientious game.

"Have you read yesterday's tactical plan? Part of it is a feint, and part of it is a search. Maybe we can really find something. Who knows, our novice period will just pass by, and I can see the vast world of pirates beckoning us."

Kuduo carried out a final pre-war mobilization before entering the dense forest. Although they had made a preliminary plan when they went offline to prevent addiction, he still couldn't change his long-established speaking habits.

And, for some reason, he was always a little worried.