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Walking out of the aperture, Su Jiameng had a calm smile on her face, her calm eyes swept away, and she saw the prosperity of the surrounding scenes in full view. The virtual streets on the interstellar network are still very lively, suddenly there is an illusion of returning to ten years ago.

The Zerg did cause huge panic and harm to the Human Alliance, but the Human Alliance continued shamelessly, and the war was still limited to a relatively small area, and it did not fully affect the entire Alliance, forcing humanity to a corner.

"His--it seems that Gu Ningxuan's suggestion is also desirable. It is also a good choice to come here occasionally to relax." Su Jiameng stretched her waist, drawing extremely realistic fresh air into her body, letting out laziness from the inside out. Comfortable.

Su Jiameng doesn’t like logging on to the interstellar network, because this virtual world is too peaceful and too real. Compared with the terrible Shura **** outside, the environment here is so peaceful and lively. The comparison between the two makes it easy for people to escape. Cowardly.

She doesn't think it's bad to indulge in the virtual world, but she doesn't like such degrading comfort. Because of these reasons, she basically has a special purpose for logging on to the interstellar network, and she rarely goes shopping purely for fun.

"Mecha fighting arena...I haven't been there for a long time..." Su Jiameng used to go to the mecha fighting arena for two purposes, fighting and making money. Now she goes to the mecha fighting arena just to watch the game. It's not that she doesn't want to end up playing a game, but it's not suitable.

Judging from the situation disclosed by Care of Ning Xuan, the world has begun to pay attention to the existence of ideas, and many formal battlefields have set up the approval of ideas.

Although Su Jiameng is a tenth-level mind master, the time for promotion is too short to control his mind. If he is not careful, he will show up. Can he have fun at that time? For future happiness, we must learn to exercise restraint now.

Besides, she, a Rank Nine God, went to single-handedly challenge the poor baby in Novice Village. If her vest was revealed, would she still have the face?

Su Jiameng said that she still wanted a face, so she went to the mecha fighting arena to watch the game with a disposable trumpet. Maybe it was the Zerg who inspired the human alliance. She had just entered the fighting arena hall of the Sirena galaxy, and immediately realized that the present is different from ten years ago.

Before she left, although the mecha fighting arena was also lively, most of the members who participated in the fight were little calves who had never seen blood. Now... she only walked a few steps and found several people passing by. He was full of blood and murderous aura.

For someone like Su Jiameng, whether a guy has ever killed someone makes her feel completely different.

Killing people, even though they are so simple and honest, the yin bird oozing from the bottom of the eyes and the light blood lingering around the body are difficult to eradicate. If you haven't killed anyone, even if you look fierce and wicked, and your skills are clean and fierce, you still lack substantial oppressive power!

"Huh-I suddenly felt that the existence of the mecha fighting arena is still necessary." Su Jiameng bought a ticket for a large-scale melee, and in the blink of an eye it was sent to the mecha competition auditorium, which was in the huge field. Stage a violent melee!

The life and death pressure brought by the Zerg is too great, many people will come to the mecha fighting arena from time to time in order to vent their uncontrolled emotions or improve their combat strength. Using combat to vent your emotions is the quickest and most convenient way.

The two teams of thousands of people off the court smelled of fire from the beginning, violently attacked, and the battle was extremely fierce! Su Jiameng's large-scale melee at the time was also very tactical, but it was different at this time, so let's all rush together and fight to the death!

The melee has entered a white-hot stage, and many audiences are also infected by the atmosphere of the scene, shouting slogans in unison!

Su Jiameng listened to the black line, and the emotions of these audiences were too excited, shouting at [Tear them], [Crush them], [Kill these bastards], [Beat them even harder] None of their future grandchildren will recognize slogans like]...

Haha... These guys are really passionate... Su Jiameng's mouth can't help but twitched. She thought she could see a high-level melee, but she didn't expect that it would be indiscriminately fighting off the court... These guys are really good!

Of course, Su Jiameng also had to admit one thing, such a simple violent battle would more easily mobilize the atmosphere, make people have a strong hormone secretion, and their emotions would enter a quite agitated state. In fact, it is a bit darker. Everyone has a violent murderer hidden in his heart. He usually hides it well, but it is easy to be exposed under certain circumstances.

And this **** and violent mech fighting clearly met the conditions for seduce and entice the violent beasts, making the audience all go crazy. Even if it is a sensible and calm person like Su Jiameng, in such an impulsive and passionate environment, his heart is a little eager and moved.

Raising his hand and stroking his forehead, Su Jiameng clicked to exit the viewing seat. After returning to the hall, there was a faint enthusiastic sound in his ear.

She dug out her ears with her pinky finger, and she planned to watch another game. Anyway, there are a lot of credit points on this simple Zhinao account, enough for her to splurge casually watching the game. She looked at the next games intently, ignoring certain details.

A few thousand meters away from the gate of the mecha fighting arena stood a tall, long-sleeved boy with straight legs. His face was handsome and exquisite, and his strokes seemed to be the most perfect masterpiece from heaven. A pair of slanted heroic sword eyebrows diminished the vagueness. She is handsome and feminine, with moderately thick lips that are reddened without a touch. The lips are slightly upturned with a pleasing arc, and the skin can be broken by blows.

His clothes are incompatible with the people around him, his long sleeves are straight, his shirt is floating, and his waist is tied together, making his waist tall and slender.

Wearing a white jade ring on her snow-white neck, a white silk ribbon on one wrist, and a pair of exquisite and clear bracelets on the other, two small fan-like eyelashes trembling slightly, covering the slightly confused eyes. A bit cramped and dazed appeared on his face.

Such a handsome young man standing here, his expression is so cute, he almost wrote "I'm cute, I'm dumb, I'm very bullied, begging to be trampled" on his face. Passers-by couldn't help but turn their eyes to him, and the rate of turning around was approaching 100% infinitely.

Because of his young age and handsome appearance, the boy has a feeling of indistinguishable male and female. In addition, he has black and waist-long hair tied high, which seriously interferes with other people's judgment of his gender. Of course, his current expression is like that which makes people want to be beastly, and it is normal to want to hold the other person in this way and that, to provoke salty pigs or wretched and trivial people.

"This little handsome guy, are you going to film?" The boy's gaze was aimed at the mecha fighting arena gate, and he was wondering if he wanted to go and find someone, but he saw a dozen or so five big and three sturdy men and a few heavy makeup. The woman surrounded herself vaguely.

"No, I'm not an actor." A trace of confusion flashed through the young boy's black and clear eyes, and his lips were opened immediately. The cold voice carried the hoarseness of young people, without the weird harshness of the change of voice. Clear springs and streams.

"Then what are you wearing some clothes for? Is it a role-playing? Or is there any school activities?" As he said, one of the women raised his hand to look at his sleeves. The boy looked like he encountered some embarrassing scene and pulled back. On the sleeves, his handsome face was stained with shame and anger.

This woman... is too unreserved! How can you go hand in hand with the opposite sex, it's just... it's treacherous!

"It's nothing, please get out of the way, it's blocking the way." The young man pursed the corners of his mouth. The strength of the people around him was too weak, and he never thought that these people would fight his own ideas. He regrets a bit, and he shouldn't have been too far away from his master before.

Although he was very angry, his appearance was really not deterrent, just like a small milk cat yelling and showing its paws, it would only make people feel cute, completely unassociated with a cruel level, and the lower-handed guys are more and more. Want to tease one or two.

"Oh, are you angry?" The woman took advantage of the momentum, and several burly men laughed and showed meaningful smiles.

They are also people who often confuse the mecha fighting arena, and usually have no decent style. Occasionally looking at some good looking opponents, it is common to take advantage of the game. It's just that this is Interstellar Networks after all, so if you want to do some substantive **** games, they can only catch newcomers, play bullies, and get some oil and water on their hands.

The boy's reaction was beyond their expectation. He nodded seriously and said, "I am indeed angry. I hope you get out of it."

Puff—well, this innocent young boy is really unexpectedly cute...Those big make-up **** women smile boldly, and several men want to take advantage of the situation. But soon the boy showed his brutality inconsistent with his appearance.

"Oh-hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, let go of Lao Tzu's hand!" The man who wanted to touch the waist but was grabbed by the wrist grinned. The young man's slender and white fingers pinched his wrist with a clear complexion. Looks extremely harmless.

"Scum! Who are you talking to!"

The youth's eyes darkened, and the scarlet appeared. His handsome and unparalleled face looked like a demon. The aura around his body suddenly changed. The air was distorted by the tyrannical pressure, and the few people who were close felt their skin. I made close contact with the ice cold blade, obviously there was nothing, but it was painful, and it was still painful like a thousand swords!

"Huh!" The young man brushed away the man's wrist, his figure was already out of the crowd, and he walked steadily towards the gate of the mecha fighting arena. The violent air on his face gradually receded, returning to the previous harmless appearance of humans and animals.

And those who stayed waited for the teenager to leave, and they later realized that each other had become blood people!

The man who wanted to take advantage of it raised his hand and wiped his [sweat] face, and he felt a little sticky when he started with it. I took a closer look at this to know, where is sweat, it is blood at all! There is still dense pain on my face...

This method... is too weird, right?

Several people swallowed in fear as if they had seen a ghost in the daytime, and their legs softened and went off the assembly line.

Fuck mother, there are monsters here... terrible! R1152

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