2470: C2470 If You Don't Want to Die You Won't(part I)

C2470 If You Don't Want to Die You Won't(part I)

"Zhao Wuji, you have to stop at this critical moment. I even suspect that you are an eastern barbarian. Otherwise, even if the two of us work together, we won't be able to kill our Spirit-branded Retainers. We can run away without a problem. We don't have to be so cowardly right now. I don't even dare to go out now that I've been mocked by the little eastern barbarians. I have nothing to say about losing to anyone, but losing to the little eastern barbarians... I can't afford to lose face like this!" Bronze Monk of Shaolin's voice was loud and his tone was angry. He was an impulsive person. If it wasn't for the fact that all the people present were big shots, he might have flipped the table.

In order to understand what level of monster a Spirit-branded Retainer was, how much combat strength did he have? What were his advantages and disadvantages? The Sad Swordsman called Bronze Monk of Shaolin and Zhao Wuji, the two people who died in the end, to Happiness Inn. Only the two of them had seen a Spirit-branded Retainer before. At the same time, he also invited some Red, Viscount of Darkness, Dongfang Qingyu, and other super experts who had time to come over and analyze it together.

Bronze Monk of Shaolin spoke rudely, but there was a saying that was not wrong. Anyone could lose to anyone except for the little eastern barbarians. This person was not someone that the players of the empire could afford to lose.

They had to get this place back, and the sooner, the better!

Everyone looked at Zhao Wuji as if they were in a game. Zhao Wuji was a super expert who had always stood among the top experts. He had a terrifying foundation. Perhaps it wasn't as strong as what Bronze Monk of Shaolin had said, Bronze Monk of Shaolin's Indestructible Golden Body and Immortal Weapon Shield. They were ranked in the top in the entire empire, but their overall strength wouldn't be any weaker than Bronze Monk of Shaolin's. There must be a reason why he couldn't fight back against a Spirit-branded Retainer.

This was also the reason why everyone could remain silent and did not look down on Bronze Monk of Shaolin. Dongfang Qingyu did not look at anyone. He was eating.

To be honest, he did not want to participate in such a discussion and analysis meeting. Although it was meaningful, it was definitely not as practical as sleeping together with Lin Huo. He was only separated from Lin Huo Huo for a little more than a day, and this was the actual time... He had spent a few years in the National Guardian, and not seeing each other for a day was like three autumn days. It was unknown how many years had passed since he left the National Sentence Monitoring. He strongly missed Lin Huo Huo.

He just happened to meet the Sorrow Swordsman, so he had to give him face. After he came, everyone was talking about him, except him. He was the only one eating without saying a word.

Zhao Wuji did not look at Bronze Monk of Shaolin, nor did he look at the others. He only showed a video. The video time was very short, three seconds. The screen was very blurry, but there were a few numbers that were very clear.

-100000 - 510000.

-100000 - 550000.

'-100000. '-480000.' '-1200000. '

The video went on and on. Everyone stared at the video. Even Dongfang Qingyu stopped eating. He watched it twice before he continued eating. However, the sound of chewing was clearly softer.

"Whose plot did you suffer?" A red dot asked.

From the fluctuations of the video and the blurry images, it could be seen that the video was shot when a Spirit-branded Retainer started attacking. 500,000 floating damage, it should be the attack of the Spirit-branded Retainer. 1.2 million damage was the final explosion of a Spirit-branded Retainer, and it was also the number of deaths of Zhao Wuji. However, this 100,000 damage was very suspicious.

"It should be poison!" Viscount of Darkness.

The damage of a skill would change depending on the environment, distance, defense, angle and temperature. Only skills that ignored defense were the same, but generally speaking, this type of skill... There was a cooldown period.

Apart from that, the only damage that remained the same was poison.

"It's poison!" Zhao Wuji nodded.

"What happened? Who did it?" Bronze Monk of Shaolin had a bad feeling about blaming Zhao Wuji.

"I don't know who plotted against me." Zhao Wuji said.

"A traitor!" The Sad Swordsman said slowly. His face was cold. He was a soldier and hated traitors the most.

"Do you have any suspects?" Dongfang Qingyu asked for the first time.

"No!" Zhao Wuji shook his head.

"Those who are on the same boat as you, one by one, are excluded. If we don't catch this scum, who knows how many more people will be harmed in the future! " Bronze Monk of Shaolin gritted his teeth. Although he was an outcast of Shaolin, he was not a good person either. However, that was a loss of personal virtue. He could still differentiate between the big and the big.

"There are more than ten thousand people. We can't investigate them." Zhao Wuji thought more clearly than anyone else. He was also calmer than anyone else. He had already passed the period of anger.

"We can put in some effort on the poison!" Situ Qingcheng said.

"I have already found a talented girl from Peking University!" Zhao Wuji said. Peking University's talented girl was a poison refiner, and she was currently a Grandmaster. She was the most likely poison refiner to become a Grandmaster. She was a genius student of Peking University, and her talent was shockingly high.

The others did not say anything, because they could not find a poison refiner who was more powerful than the genius of Peking University.

"We have to find this traitor. Damn it, this is so hateful." The more Bronze Monk of Shaolin thought about it, the angrier he became. His eyes were like the eyes of a cow. He dropped four levels, even if he had the backing of Dream City. With endless resources, he wanted to make up for the gap of four levels. It would not be an easy task either.

He would need to work hard for at least half a year. The thought of this caused him to go crazy. Originally, he could have avoided all of this, but it was all because of this damn traitor.

Bang!

"F * ck that little eastern barbarian!" A little red dot suddenly slapped the table, causing the bowls and chopsticks to jump up and the soup to splatter all over everyone's body.

A few cups were placed at the edge of the table. They rolled on the ground and shattered into pieces.

"What's wrong with you?" Situ Qingcheng was a woman and loved beauty. She was very angry that there was no soup splashing on her skirt. The others were also angry, but when they saw a little red and angry expression, their anger turned into curiosity.

What kind of thing could cause a little red to be so angry?

"Look at the news of the Olympic Games!" A red dot shot out killing intent and blue veins popped out. Everyone instantly forgot about the traitor and opened the news one by one. There was no need to search at all. The top news was about the Tokyo Olympic Games.

... "Japanese athletes hurt people on purpose and shamelessly stole gold -"

Everyone present, except for Dongfang Qingyu, was probably a top student. After reading through the article in a flash, all of them were filled with righteous indignation and anger.

An hour ago, in the ski competition, the China team was about to reach the finish line. The Japanese contestant purposely collided with Zhong Xin, causing her to fall. After that, she was hit by the player behind her, causing her left leg to fracture and losing her gold medal. Zhong Xin's kiss was immediately sent to the hospital, and the results of the examination were soon out. The soft tissue on his right leg was bruised, two ribs were broken, and his left leg was fractured. Even if it was cured, she would probably be limping for the rest of her life. Unless a miracle happened, but his Olympic career was definitely broken.

Zhong Xinwen was 16 years old this year, the youngest athlete in this year's sports meet.

"F * ck!"

"F * ck!"

"Son of a bitch!"

...

Not to mention men, even Situ Qingcheng couldn't help but burst out. This was intolerable. The most infuriating thing was that when the eastern barbarians received the award, they said, they relied on their strength to defeat their opponent and pretended to apologize for Zhong Xin's injuries. They did not do it on purpose. In the end, they advised all the athletes. The spirit of the Olympics was important. The gold medal was important, but the body was also important. They couldn't neglect their own safety for the gold medal.

His words and words were both pushing away his responsibility. It was as if Zhong Xin's kiss was hurt because he wanted to win the championship too much, not their responsibility. This was simply sprinkling salt on Zhong Xin's kiss wound.

"I can't take it anymore. If anyone has news of the eastern barbarians, I want to kill them right now!" Bronze Monk of Shaolin was filled with killing intent.

"Count me in!" One red dot said.

"I've always felt that there are good people and bad people in every race. However, I realized that I was wrong. Japan should be erased from the map. Our Tang Dynasty was too kind." The Viscount of Darkness.

"Sixteen years old little girl, how could they do that? She's even colder than a viper, even more savage than a wolf. Next, I don't dare to do anything. I'm going to deal with the little eastern barbarians!" It was rare to see Situ Qingcheng so angry. Her face was covered in a layer of frost. Her eyes were full of killing intent.

"This push will be the life of this little girl." Zhao Wuji suddenly felt that dropping four levels was nothing. The most important thing was to take revenge for Zhong Xin's kiss.

"This matter..." Dongfang Qingyu did not say anything, but was interrupted by the Sad Swordsman's message. He looked at the Sad Blade unhappily. Such an important meeting. There was no silence. The Sad Blade quickly closed the door. However, before it closed, he glanced at it and saw that it was this glance that made him stop... He raised his head to take a look at Dongfang Qingyu and then showed him the message.

"Lin Huo Huo was assassinated. The murderer is an eastern barbarian!"

For no reason, the temperature in the room dropped by several degrees. Dongfang Qingyu stared at the screen, his expression turning colder and colder.

Because the Sad Swordsman did not announce it, the others could only guess. Situ Qingcheng looked over and her expression immediately became strange.

Why did the eastern barbarians choose Lin Huo as their target?

"Don't tell me you did not send a teleportation scroll to Dongyi Island!" When Dongfang Qingyu raised his head, his face had returned to normal, but his eyes were terrifyingly cold.

"Yes, but it is about 10 kilometers away from Eastern Yi Island." Bronze Monk of Shaolin was fearless, but he was scared by Dongfang Qingyu's stare.

"Give it to me!" Dongfang Qingyu reached out his right hand.

Bronze Monk of Shaolin looked at the others, mainly at the sad swordsman. Seeing that he did not object, he took out a Magic Scroll and explained, "Originally, I wanted to make more scrolls on Dongyi Island, but in order to prevent any mishaps, someone suggested to make one in advance, so that we can consider it as an accident. The distance to Dongyi Island is very close, so - "2

Before he could finish his words, Dongfang Qingyu had already crushed the Magic Scroll. The Magic Scroll turned into a wisp of smoke and wrapped around Dongfang Qingyu. The smoke dissipated, and Dongfang Qingyu disappeared from the private room.

"What happened?" After Dongfang Qingyu left, Bronze Monk of Shaolin felt that the air had become a little more free.

Situ Qingcheng saw that the Sad Swordsman did not have the intention to speak, so she could only say it.

Lin Huo Huo had been killed by the eastern barbarians!

Just like Situ Qingcheng's reaction, everyone was very curious. Why would the eastern barbarians kill Lin Huo Huo Huo for no reason? Lin Huo Xing's family was very powerful in the real world, so it was nothing in the game. The only relationship they had was that of Dongfang Qingyu's woman. However, Dongfang Qingyu had a lot of women. What did killing a woman mean?

Everyone was puzzled! However, it was only to infuriate Dongfang Qingyu. What good would it do to the eastern barbarians if it angered Dongfang Qingyu?

"Not good!" Zhao Wuji's expression changed.

"This is the eastern barbarians' plot. Quickly inform Dongfang Qingyu to come back!" Little Red reacted. The rest of them had also thought it through. Their faces darkened. There were so many of them, but they had been tricked by the eastern barbarians!

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