Lord of the Low Version System

[Yesterday's fourth change, half an hour late, sorry]

Xi Tong, who had a God's perspective, could only admire him. He became more and more suspicious whether Tamil was a demon in the skin of a barbarian.

I am too treacherous, too cunning, it is just a devil playing with people.

The military strategy is clear, siege is down, and attack is up.

Tamil has not seen the "Sun Tzu's Art of War", but has no mastery of mastery of attacking skills.

With a few sacks of salt, the emotions of the savage cattle tribe and their enemies were shattered, and they were also jealous of each other, guarded against each other, and hostile to each other. They could no longer be twisted into a rope.

Tamil can sleep in the camp completely. If anyone wants to rebel, it is estimated that without Tamil hands, the informer will send those people around.

One after another, the whistleblower jumped out to report, expose, and holding the salt, stood tall on the left and right sides of Tamil with their chests up, staring fiercely at the same family as the hawks.

The people being reported are all ashamed, without any resistance.

The yak is a tribe's elite, and has the most powerful bison collision, but also has the fullest power and the maximum power.

However, even this did not allow the demon chief to take a step back, to be precise, the demon chief did not shake. Niuban touched the powder and bones are not his opponents, let alone these dregs.

So, the barbarians who had been named came out one by one, and knelt down in front of Tamil in a surrendering manner.

Then more people came out.

I ca n’t hide anyway, I ca n’t run anyway, I ’d rather confess to being lenient and try to be generous than being reported by others.

Tamil sits on the chief's throne. Although his chest hurts so much that he can't breathe, he still calms down, keeps his posture still, and sweeps his gaze.

"Are there any?"

No one answered, and those informers shook their heads.

Obviously, no one was lucky anymore, there was no fish missing.

开始 "Start sacrifice! The sacrifice is successful, the soldiers are retained, and a steel house is given! If the sacrifice fails, the eleven slay laws are executed!"

Although I don't know what a steel house is, when I heard the second half of Tamil's words, the kneeling man became panicked.

The Eleventh Smash Law is a **** military order that has been circulating on the plateau for a long time.

Twenty people will draw lots for a group, and one unlucky ghost will be randomly executed.

Each of the ten people will inevitably be executed, but because there is a nine-tenth chance of survival, the person who executes the law of eleven smashes usually does not resist, so it becomes a common method for the conqueror to dissolve the conquered person's resistance to will.

In front of my eyes, these people are like meek little sheep. They lined up one by one to kneel and sacrifice in front of Tamil. They all yearned for being nine out of ten.

Failed!

Failed!

I didn't succeed in all ten, and started to execute the law of eleven smashes. The person who got the death lot screamed desperately, then stared at Tamil like a mad man, and shouted "I fight with you".

However, a foot was kicked on the back and turned to the ground, and then nine people rushed up, punched, kicked and smashed the stone. After ten seconds of work, the man was killed alive.

Eleven smash laws, ten people are grasshoppers on a rope. If that person does not die, ten people are dead.

Tamil watched the guard walk over to nod his head and raised his finger to the nine people.

"Good, you are forgiven!"

When these nine people heard this, they were all excited and couldn't hold on to themselves. They fell down on their knees and thanked the chief's great grace.

Only, when the people around looked at the nine people, they all had unexplainable rejection and aversion, especially the relatives and friends of the deceased, who did not hide their hatred.

He continued to sacrifice.

The second eleven smash law, this time the unlucky ghost is very fateful, because he knows that if he resists, everyone around him will attack him.

Within a quarter of an hour, Tamil had nine **** heads under his feet.

At this time, there is only one person left, the last one.

人 This man clearly understands his situation, scaring the two strands of war, his lips are blue, and his sieve is like a swing.

Seeing his pustules, Tamil waved anxiously, "Kill!"

But the man fell to his knees all the way, kneeling all the way faster than others, he climbed to Tamil's feet and begged loudly.

"Chief, give me a chance, I will succeed."

Uh ...

I was thirsty and thirsty. I opened a bottle of Nongfu Spring to drink it, but when I thought of the **** picture and the **** heads, my throat rolled and my stomach twitched.

I'm too bloody!

He too Nima is forbidden at eighteen!

I am indeed a barbarian, killing is as casual as spitting.

However, Xi Tong also condemned it in his heart. He is not the Virgin, and he is not the savior.

大陆 The Titan continent only cares about Tamil's life and death, and other things, is he a fart?

这 But at this time, Xi Tong's mind stumbled: Tamil offered a sacrifice to you.

Looking at the system space, a light-emitting book is slowly turning.

"Rely on it? The last pus-like pustule really succeeded?"

Xi Xitong thought that the last guy would definitely die, so he didn't watch it directly, but he thought that after watching 59 minutes of FbiWarning, he missed the last minute wonderful shot.

But if you think about it carefully, for others, even if the sacrifice fails, there is a nine-tenth chance of survival ~ www.readwn.com ~ And the last person, once the sacrifice fails, there is no death.

Under such a condition of mortal death, his faith will never be more religious and firm than ever.

Even if he doesn't know where the system master **** is, he must understand that only the system master **** can save his life and save him from the sea of ​​suffering.

Figured out this section, Xi Tong suddenly felt that Tamil **** and cruel was not a bad thing.

Click to open the skill book.

Cowhide skin: The stunt practiced by the plateau barbarians, the skin is as hard as leather after launch, slightly improving defense, attribute resistance, abnormal state resistance. 10 consecutive attacks in 3 seconds, double the boost in the next 3 seconds [System review 1 star-the coward's exclusive, cheeky favorite, I believe you will not choose it]

"I will!"

Learn!

Use!

Xi Xitong immediately felt a strange change in his skin. The subcutaneous fat layer and tissues quickly tightened and hardened under the stimulation of life force, and his fingers remained motionless without any signs of depression.

I slammed on the table for a while, just listening to me, just like a wooden stick knocking. Most importantly, my hands didn't feel anything.

There is neither pain nor collision, just like nerve block and loss of consciousness.

Xi Xitong gently scratched the back of his hand and fully understood the term "sickness across the boots."

Glancing at the eyeballs, Xi Tong jumped up in surprise.

"Rely on it, my magic!"

"This Nima is definitely a man's favorite!"

"This skill should be at least 10 stars, system, I doubt whether your scoring standards are really scientific."

The system is incapable of voicing, "Great master, you still have to think about what rewards you get when you recharge 2W."