Tyrant Immortal Master

Mu felt that his apprentice was good at everything. He was obedient, filial, and a quick learner, but he was a little... well, schizophrenic.

One second he was happily packing up his things and moving, but the next second he had a long face, he didn't know what he was thinking, and when he arrived at the new dormitory, he insisted on squeezing a room with himself and refused to sleep alone. I almost rolled on the ground and cheated.

Mu thought about this very much. No one is perfect in this world. If everyone is so perfect, who would believe in God?

For Xiao Hei's occasional disobedient behavior, Mu has always taken a ignorant attitude, directly picked him up and threw him into his room, and it was over!

Xu Ziyu sat on the ground with a dark face for a long time. Since he successfully climbed into the bed, he has never slept alone, and now he was thrown out by his master.But thinking about it again, Xiao Hei must have been thrown out at the beginning, and he was happy again.After a while, he thought that Xiao Hei had slept with Master until he was 16, and his face darkened again.

Therefore, Mu suspected that he was schizophrenic, and there was really a reason.

Xu Ziyu is at a loss as to how to get out of the illusion. Since he was 14 years old, he has often taken advantage of the time when Mu went out to do missions to run around the world. What surprised him was that the world in this illusion was very It is huge, and every place is very real. At the beginning, there were almost no cases where it went directly from the tropical rainforest to the desert. That is to say, this world is constantly improving.

This made Xu Ziyu's heart sink even more. The continuous perfection of an illusion proves that the person who created this illusion has been completely addicted to the illusion and has no intention of going out at all.

So in Mu's eyes, Xu Ziyu went crazy for several days.

He kept talking to Mu about his "fantasy" every day. In his fantasy, there was another place called Shangyuan Continent, where people could live forever through cultivation. There was also a sect called Shangyuanzong, and another place called Bailing Elder Moon...

It's a pity that Mu didn't feel anything at all, and even took him to see a psychiatrist. After several times, Xu Ziyu had no choice but to "cure".

Unable to stimulate Mu through words, and he was born without a purple mansion, unable to practice, Xu Ziyu was almost desperate, but because of this, he settled down instead, and really began to understand the world, trying to find a solution from this world, It's a pity that I have learned a lot of various knowledge, but I haven't found a way to crack it.

Day by day passed, and he died in a blink of an eye.

In the reserve team of mercenaries, it is generally possible to take on the task, but every time Xu Ziyu proposed to take the task, Mu strongly opposed it.

"Master, why don't you let me go out to do the mission?" Xu Ziyu signed up again but was still suppressed by Mu.

If you want to fully understand Mu Yue's past life, you must understand his life and experiences. Unfortunately, the underground boxing field has long been copied. He once went to that place, and even the house was demolished and rebuilt. There was not even a trace of the boxing ring left.So joining the mercenary army and participating in various missions has become the only way.

"You're not even 20 years old, what are you going to do?!" Mu's face was very ugly.

In fact, he doesn't know why he doesn't want Xiao Hei to go out to do missions. As long as this matter is mentioned, he is full of anxiety. He was severely beaten in the arena.

"But Jika is one year younger than me." Xu Ziyu tried to persuade Mu.

Jika is also a black man in the reserve team, and he can be regarded as a friend of Xu Ziyu here.

It was only after arriving in this world that Xu Ziyu discovered that the racial discrimination here is very serious. In the relatively pure mercenary group, even if the combat effectiveness of the blacks is not lower than that of the whites, they are at the bottom of everyone, except for a few very capable ones. Most black people are looked down upon and paid the lowest for doing the same thing.

"He's not my apprentice. I don't care if he goes or not. You're not allowed to go anyway! Let's talk about it when you're 20!" Mu is stubborn in many ways, and he doesn't look back even if he breaks through the south wall of things he has decided on.

Xu Ziyu had no choice but to continue training in the reserve team with his head downcast.

Since you can't practice in this world, there is naturally no magic weapon, and you have to carry a big backpack when you go out, because there is no such simple thing as a storage bag.

However, there are various types of weapons, ranging from the oldest swords, guns, swords and halberds to various weapons of mass destruction. Of course, many weapons can only be seen from books and TV. Those images and texts made Xu Ziyu This person who has experienced the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​​​blood feels fear.

"Blake, are you messing with your dagger again?" Jika greeted from a distance, he knew that this little black brother has a taboo, that is, you must never pat him on the shoulder from behind, otherwise he will cut your throat .

Xu Ziyu stopped the machine tool, threw the newly polished dagger in his hand, and smiled.

He had been studying with Mu until he was 16 years old. When he first entered the reserve team, because he was relatively short and thin, and he was a black man, the white people in the reserve team looked down on him, and some even ganged up to bully him.

Xu Ziyu lashed out a few times, and beat up several people who tried to bully him in the ring. Although this body is not as good as his body in Shangyuan Continent, his combat experience is definitely not that of a few dozen people. A year-old kid can compare, obviously taller and stronger than him, but he beat him until he screamed.

But this alone can't curb the discrimination in the hearts of these people. They still look at Xu Ziyu and the others as dislikes, and even use secret tricks to harm Xu Ziyu and the others many times. They simply wish that there would be no black people in this world.

If you want to understand the world, you must integrate into it. Xu Ziyu regards himself as a real black man, and most of his friends are black and yellow. Just last year, one of his black friends formally joined the mercenary army and set out on a mission for the first time. He died because of being framed by his teammates.

Hearing this news, Xu Ziyu didn't think much of it. He knew that this was just an illusion, and the people here were all created by the illusion, not real people.

But Mu seemed to be in some kind of panic, and made an exception to let Xu Ziyu sleep in his room for several days.

Being able to sleep with Master again, even though Mu looks completely different from Mu Yue now, Xu Ziyu was still happy for a long time, but then he thought that he was Xiao Hei, maybe Mu Yue had been with Xiao Hei when he was 17 years old in his previous life When he fell asleep, his face turned black with anger.

Let's not talk about his schizophrenia-like entanglement, just say that because of Mu's panic, he decided to severely punish the white people in the team.

However, before he did anything, the guy who killed the black man wanted to attack him first.

Xu Ziyu almost burst into laughter because of these people's recklessness, and immediately decided to use the opportunity of the man approaching him from behind to cut off the man's neck.

Jika still remembers the scene of that day clearly until now. The bright red blood splashed out from the white man's neck, drenched Xu Ziyu's head and face, and even soaked the khaki combat uniform on his body, and Xu Ziyu's face But with a cruel grin on his face.

Since then, no one dared to approach Xu Ziyu from behind, and he also gained the title of "Blood Red Black".

"Blake, help me make a dagger too." Jika looked at the dagger in Xu Ziyu's hand eagerly, the beautiful lines were even more attractive than a woman's buttocks.

Everyone in the mercenary army knows that apart from killing people without batting an eyelid, Blood Red Black is best at weapon modification.

But don't underestimate the skill of weapon modification. After his modification of the same pistol, the accuracy rate can be increased by almost [-] percentage points. On the battlefield, these [-] percentage points can make the difference from death to life.

And the dagger made and polished by Xu Ziyu himself is even more sought after by everyone. Didn't you see that even a human head can fall off with a single swipe?This sharpness is much stronger than the rumored hair blowing.

"This is for you." Xu Ziyu casually threw the dagger on the table, and the palm-thick log table was pierced through.

"Oh, good brother!" Jika didn't dare to hug Xu Ziyu, so excited he rushed over and pulled out the dagger, holding it in his hand and stroking it carefully, just like stroking a peerless beauty.

"Come back alive!" Xu Ziyu raised his fist at Jika.

"Come back alive!" Jika also raised his fist and pushed Xu Ziyu's fist.

Being able to come back alive is the dream of every mercenary, because everything is possible only when alive.

But Jika was still dead, killed by a rocket shell, and the only thing left intact was the dagger that Xu Ziyu gave him, which was handed back to Xu Ziyu by the yellow-haired captain who led the team.

"Jika said, if he dies this time, let me give you this dagger." The yellow-haired captain wiped his face with a trace of depression. This time, four people died in the team, which really made his heart ache. Unbelievable, especially when Jika's father was the one who took care of him when he first entered the industry, and later died in a mission, and now Jika is also dead, which gave him the idea of ​​quitting.

Xu Ziyu stared at the dagger for a long time, then suddenly raised his head, and said to the yellow-haired captain: "Captain, I heard that there is a shortage of people recently, can you arrange for me to take over the task?"

The yellow-haired captain shook his head again and again, and said: "I really want you to take over the task, but Mu will definitely not agree unless you can persuade Mu. But... I don't think you will succeed. Mu is just stubborn and very stubborn. Ferocious, if I secretly assign you to do the task, he will definitely kill me."

After he finished speaking, he ran away in a hurry without waiting for Xu Ziyu's answer.

Xu Ziyu thought for a while, inserted the dagger into his boot, and decided to find some white men to fight in the ring.

In the mercenary army, there are only a few ways to vent, fighting, drinking, and finding women. Xu Ziyu doesn't like drinking. He hates anything that makes him lose control, except Mu Yue.He would never go to a woman for sexual desire, of course, he would be very happy if Mu wanted to.So fighting became his only way to vent.

"Hey! Are you crazy?! This is a ring, not a slaughterhouse!"

"Boone, stop shouting, Jika is dead, that guy is in a bad mood recently, be careful of Blood Red Black."

"Damn it, that's why I hate niggers! He beat me so hard! He knocked my teeth out!"

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After beating a few white men beyond recognition, Xu Ziyu's mood finally improved. He is now more and more in love with boxing. This kind of beating each other, the joy he feels in the pain of the other party and himself, is more powerful than spells. pleasure.

No wonder Master likes boxing so much.

Xu Ziyu walked towards the dormitory while thinking so.

He didn't realize that now he was more and more like his master, no matter how he acted or how he behaved.