The Trial Game of Life

Yan Yun didn't believe that Leng Miao could destroy the entire underground palace at first. After all, the palace was almost as big as Yueyin's country. No matter how powerful Leng Miao was, he had no such ability.

But now Yan Yun believes that Leng Miao is not capable, but the system does.

The big magician who is on the verge of violent running at all times, said that he shot, he took out his magic wand, and Yan Yun’s face was an air bomb, which was not discussed at all.

The air bomb is just a basic magic, so even if the skill bar and equipment bar are almost gray now, he can still make it out. There is also an essential skill to escape-the big crack technique, commonly known as teleport and space teleport.

As long as Leng Miao can still use the big crack technique, in Yongye City, no one can catch him in a short time. No. 1 on the Red List.

As a result, Liao Miao was crazy ooc, and the prince set to the system to furious, and the thunder was so loud that he penetrated the ground directly to the underground palace.

Yan Yun raised her eyebrows, but it wasn't too much. The little Douding cried in fright. Crying one by one, crying all together with the thunder, Yan Yun's brain hurt.

Look at our prince, standing on a broken stone pillar and holding up the staff like a witch of the world, facing the thunder **** without changing his face.

Only Jin Cheng knows best that Leng Miao is not afraid of being struck by anything. He was already used to thundering in the former role-playing copy of the role-playing copy, and was in the ooc all the time.

Taking advantage of the battle between the two, Chi Yan came online smartly again, and frightened little Douding to flee, "go! go! go! The evil dragon is coming!"

"Ahhhhhh!" The little Douding cried uncontrollably as they ran. It was inevitable that some of them were left behind and fell accidentally, and the guards and teachers were responsible for rescue. Fortunately, these are students of magic schools, not ordinary children, even if they are panicked, they will not be really scared.

Older children already have combat capabilities, and will actively help teachers, maintain order, and take care of younger siblings. Chi Yan could see that they were all well-educated, and more than one of them had seen through Chi Yan's "Dragon" lie, but none of them had taken it through.

Besides, on the other side, Zheng Yingying drove alone to the place where the magic light was shining, and there was a war going on here.

The Ivy League and the Rose Sect, two or thirty people from each side, are in full swing. Zheng Yingying didn't rush up as soon as possible, hiding behind the pillar and watching, not long after watching, he saw a head coming out from behind the broken wall that was 100 meters away.

White robe, that must be the priest mentioned in the mission. The status of the rose sect is clear. The most common members wear black robes, the red clothes are higher, and the highest level is the white priest.

But the head prince narrowed his head in the corner, not even the strongest magic stick. If Yan Yun guessed right, he was one of his teammates, it was probably a mouse.

Zheng Yingying had a conclusion in his heart, stepping back a few steps in the darkness, preparing to detour and join him. But she didn't go very far, a sword wind suddenly struck, and almost cut off her hood.

She immediately went back to defense and saw that the person was a young knight, wearing the badge of the Ivy League on her chest. An ordinary face looks nothing special, but I can find her in such a short time-

Is the player.

The staff waved out, and Zheng Yingying used less skilled magic, shaking hands and dropping a few magic marbles. The marbles were so small that they rolled to the other's feet without notice.

The next second, the magic in the marbles takes effect and turns into a black swamp. In the swamp, bones of palms stretched out, grabbing the knight's ankle and dragging him down.

"Crack!" The long sword cut on the bone and smashed it. The knight quickly withdrew from the swamp, but Zheng Yingying's next attack came again. Zheng Yingying, who is armed with the nameless blade and Eliot’s toy box, may be the best compatible with the role in this copy except Tangcuo.

Although she has become a magician, but the daggers and many small props in the toy box do not conflict with the identity of the magician, not to mention that she also has the best cheater: Vientiane cloak.

The knight was a little surprised. This man's battle number is not Rose style. Who is the player?

Fierce fighting started everywhere, and Tang Cuo was undoubtedly the most dangerous. After he left Jack’s house, he went to see Aunt Anna, but this road was not easy to go. There were people from the Rose Sect and the Ivy League. There was a crisis.

He wanted to send a message to Jin Cheng, but there was no way to find someone at once. If you use a firework to send a letter, then you can only pass the simplest coded word or your own position. There is no way to pass the name of the person you want to find directly.

While Tang Cuo was avoiding the enemy, he was always guarding against Louis XIV's counterattack, so his speed of travel was also slowed down. Over time, his spirit sea has begun to sound an alarm.

If Tang Cuo’s original sea was a deep but calm sea, there was not much sunshine, but it gave an infinite sense of tranquility, then now his sea is much brighter than before.

The shimmering sea surface is like crumpled glass candy paper, brighter, but also more fragile.

Suddenly, Tang Kuo's eyes glanced at the silhouettes of the front corner, and hurriedly rushed sideways into a house beside the road. The person hiding in the room opened his mouth in horror and was about to scream. Tang Cuo's eyes quickly covered his mouth and knocked him out.

The sound of footsteps moves from far to near, and at least seven or eight people sound. Tang Cuo helped the man to squat down, panting with one hand on the ground, and waited until the footsteps were completely gone before he stood up again.

But at this moment, there was another tingling in his brain. He held the wall in time, shook his head, and pulled out the needle to give himself a needle.

Before the tingling eased, he walked to the tank and washed himself with cold water. A bronze mirror was hung on the wall. When Tang Cuo wiped the water drops on his face and looked up, he saw what he was looking at from the mirror.

He was clearly in a tightrope state throughout the journey, and his spirit was tense, but his face was not pale. On the contrary, his eyes were bright and ruddy, like the rose in his neck, enchanting and gorgeous.

Tang Cuo confirmed once again that Louis XIV was really a different person, just like his self-portrait. The self-portrait's item description is: A portrait of a handsome young man who drew his self-pity when he was watching the lake, for the world to admire.

Handsome, Gu Ying self-pity, admiration, the concentrated appearance of these words, it can be seen that this incomparable king is not generally self-confident in his appearance.

Thinking of this, Tang Cuo wiped off the water droplets on his face and was about to leave, but saw the person in the mirror laughing. He raised the corner of his mouth, just a tiny arc, and he was wicked.

"Louis XIV." Tang Cuo squinted.

In the mirror is Theodore's face, so Tangcuo will not have his own sense of splitting, but this means that he has finally cracked in Louis XIV's suppression.

"Hello." The person in the mirror was talking, but the voice rang directly in Tang Cuo's mind.

But Tang Cuo didn't want to talk to him, so he looked away coldly, turned coldly away, as if Louis XIV was just a ball of air.

He originally wanted to go to Mrs. Anna, but when he went out he changed his attention and went directly to Mr. Gilbert's house. Because the emergence of Louis XIV was a dangerous signal, he had to complete the spur task as soon as possible, and he suddenly remembered that Mr. Gilbert had a letter to Aunt Anna from there.

Her son, who was studying in the Principality of France, Mr. Togbert brought back a family letter. Aunt Anna has nothing to do with this son except her son. When the disaster strikes, she may not go to the house, but wants to get the letter.

At the last moment of life, she must think of her son.

Tang Cuo has a clear goal, and the speed of travel has also accelerated a lot, and he no longer even deliberately avoided everyone.

With Jin Cheng in the middle, the Ivy League would not kill him, but could report Tang Cuo's position to Jin Cheng. And if they are sporadic two or three rose sects, Tangcuo can surely kill them in the shortest time.

This is much faster than detouring.

"Dang!" Tang Cuo rushed forward, and a phantom sword shook each other's eyes, then turned around and even cut the two. Hidden in the sword move is magic, the sword move is bright, the magic is dark, and double killing.

In order to guard against Louis XIV, Tangcuo did not dare to make a big move to consume too much. Fortunately, he was a student of Jin Cheng, and he was used to fighting in the street since he was a child. He knew how to use the least effort to cause the most lethality.

An ice cone, a fireball, and a blade of wind, as long as it is used well, is a good move.

Tang Cuo tells you with actual combat **** the enemy quickly, and how to constantly find new ways in actual combat to keep speeding. Such a speed made Louis XIV show regret.

"I am so reluctant to kill you," he said.

"I killed all of you." Tang Cuo finally answered him in his mind, but the movement in his hand was unambiguous. He pulled out the sword from the enemy's body and continued on.

"They? They don't count, I don't have such a waste of staff."

"Sure enough, the Rose Sect is just a guise for you." Tang Cuo affirmed his inference again. Louis XIV left the hope of recovery on the sword of adjudication, and the Rose Sect followed his will and persistently studied the magic circle, the well of time, and did many evils, successfully drawing everyone's attention away.

No one doubts that Rose will resurrect the descendants of the White Knight family.

When Nightingale stabbed the sword into Louis XIV's body, Louis XIV knew that this person and the descendants of this person would be an excellent resurrection carrier.

This is the hero of the Sicilian continent, the true knight who cut down the tyrant from the throne, she has such a halo, enough for her to pass down the sword of ruling from generation to generation.

"It was a pure white rose with the most beautiful and pure soul." Louis XIV's voice revealed a fascination and appreciation. "You know what it was when she stabbed a sword into my body. How do you feel?"

Tang Cuo refused to answer.

"I seemed to see my blood dripping on her petals, and from that moment I knew that the pure white rose would be stained with blood a little bit and eventually turned into a delicate rose blooming in the midnight."

Louis XIV portrayed in an astonishing tone, as if reading a lingering love poem, celebrating the most beautiful girl in the world. Madness is engraved in his bones and blood, and arrogance is an accessory to his soul. He is better than any king in the Tucha dynasty, and he is convinced of this.

Rose, a fantasy flower that does not exist at all, but Louis XIV is about to make it truly born on this continent, "That is me, the real rose."

Tang Cuo said I knew it, and then asked back: "Do you know what I usually do with roses?"

Louis XIV was curious, "What do you do?"

Tangcuo: "Go to the grave."

Louis XIV: "You are such a lovely kid."

Cute children will be punished, this is the rule of Louis XIV. He pityed all the flowers in this world, but he couldn't help but want to pick them off, put them in a vase, and put them on the window sill to watch them day by day.

The only regret is that they will always wither.

It's really sad.

"Ah!" The dying enemy screamed, screaming and reaching out to Tangcuo, as if he wanted to drag him into hell. Tang Cuo made another shot, and ended his life neatly, but he also ushered in a stronger attack than ever before in the spirit sea.

Louis XIV is punishing this cute child.

The pain was too strong, and the soul seemed to be torn in half alive, and a rose came out of it. Tang Cuo couldn't support it, kneeling on one knee on the ground, but his hands were still tightly clutching the hilt, his eyes sharp.

"You just said that the Rose Sect is just a cover for me, but is this cover bad?" Louis XIV asked him with a smile, "Life is too easy, you will lose the sense of crisis. There is no evil, where is the soil to let Do you do justice?"

"Really." Tang Cuo took a deep breath and stood up little by little with his sword. "Then Augustine, do you remember him? Do you still remember Ai Miye?"

"It's really two long-lasting names." Louis XIV's words revealed remembrance. "Ai Miye is a good friend, but he always objected to me picking flowers and showing me a sad look. I also know that he will betray me someday, but I still did not kill him. Do you know the name of the blessing he left on your sword?"

"What?" Tang Cuo drank a bottle of therapeutic medicine and went on.

"It's called lamentations. I don't know if you have read them. When I lived in Mihu, I wrote a book called "The Secret of the Lake", and the third chapter of the second volume is called "Lamentations." The lamentation of the elves, It sounds when weeping naturally, and it is the last alarm. Although there is a little auspicious name, it is the highest level in all blessings, and it cannot be used by non-royal families."

Tang Cuo did read it, but did not take a closer look. And Louis XIV said, slowly falling into memories.

"When I first met him, he was a prince, and I was also a prince. According to etiquette, he needs to bless me on behalf of the elven king's court, and the lament should not be considered. We have never seen it before. I didn't say a word about why he chose this, I asked him why, but he shook his head and couldn't tell why."

"It wasn't until I resolved to overturn the mountains of the gods that I realized that all of this might be doomed."

Speaking of which, even Louis XIV can't help but reveal a trace of nostalgia and sorrow. And Tang Cuo, as the only listener, has never stopped himself.

Finally, Mr. Gilbert's home appeared in front.

Tang Cuo hid behind the low wall, took out Wen Xiaoming's sedative again and pierced himself for a while, and then said: "Since you are determined to overthrow the mountains of the gods, it should be the most unfaithful, so how can everything be doomed . It seems that you are nothing more than that."

The words fell, and before Louis XIV responded, Tang Cuo immediately came over the wall.

Behind the low wall is the small courtyard of Mr. Gilbert's house. Tang Cuo suddenly kills, just like a cheetah feeding, the tip of the sword is the fang, which pierces the enemy's carotid artery.

"God!" Aunt Anna was trapped in the carriage, holding **** letters in her hand. The enemy's long sword was about to pierce her heart within a second. She screamed and saw a man on the carriage's roof to rescue her.

"Don't be afraid." Tang Cuo offered the badge, "Ivy League."

Aunt Anna was crying for the rest of her life after the robbery. With tears in her eyes, she looked at Tang Cuo's face, and she didn't know how to express her excitement. She couldn't help but sigh in her heart: God, this is really a child you care for.

What a handsome face.