Infinite Script Killing

"boom!!"

There was an angry roar in the valley, followed by a visible storm that quickly leveled the entire valley.

Large swaths of trees and rocks were cut in half in an instant, and the horrific lethality was simply appalling.

Suddenly the screams of the monkeys in the entire valley stopped abruptly.

"it's over!"

He casually summoned the flying blade and penetrated the old monkey king's head with the knife. Yang Zixuan took out an umbrella and opened it. "Clatter..." A bright red rain of blood suddenly splashed down.

Such a terrifying power cannot escape the principle of equivalent exchange.

There were constant reminders in his ears that his strength was weakened. Yang Zixuan frowned and took out a bottle of silver potion from the prop book. This bottle of potion was obviously similar to the [Yellow Talisman Water] that Mangou gave to Xu Tong before. All have the effect of expelling and counter-negative.

But obviously the effect and level of this bottle in his hand are much higher than that of [Yellow Talisman Water].

After drinking the potion in one gulp, he looked back at the woods not far away and sat on the stone with a cold face, as if he was waiting for something here.

In his spare time, he did not forget to take out a cigar from the prop book, put it under the bridge of his nose and take a few puffs.

The unique aroma of cigars gradually relaxed Yang Zixuan's cold expression.

Then he took out the lighter and slowly smoked the cigar until it was evenly burned and carbonized. He raised his eyebrows and threw the cigar forward.

The carbonized cigarette butt left a fiery red trail in the air and landed squarely on Xu Tong's hand.

I saw Xu Tong and his party walking out of the woods. When they saw the smoothed valley in front of them, Sanggou and the others couldn't help but secretly sighed.

Xu Tong put the cigar in front of his nose and took a puff. Different from the smell of cigarettes, the smell of fermented tobacco leaves was as mellow as a cup of hand-ground coffee.

Yang Zixuan took out another cigar and started to burn it slowly. While burning the cigar, he said: "I am a moneylender. Those poor people, mistresses, mistresses, bosses, students, emergency workers, people who sell luxury goods, helpers... I've seen a lot of people, and if I stand on the roadside and look at people, I can tell that they are inseparable."

As if Yang Zixuan didn't care at all about Xiong Tao on the shoulder of the mourning dog, he took a deep breath of the cigar in his hand and stared at Xu Tong: "I didn't expect that I could actually miss you."

As he spoke, Yang Zixuan actually laughed. There was no trace of anger on his face. Instead, he laughed from the bottom of his heart. He stared at Xu Tong as if he was seeing a treasure: "Come back, from now on." You are the third child, and I can make the decision and give you another 300 script points and two prop cards."

To show his sincerity, he also deliberately took out two prop cards and put them in his hand. These two prop cards were shining with an unusual luster, and they were obviously stripes unique to rare prop cards.

At this moment, all the mourning dogs on the side had their mouths wide open, and their mouths were watering with greed. With such a generous offer, I would have probably nodded in agreement.

"What the hell is this guy doing? You killed the third child, tricked the second child, and made him suffer a big loss. He actually wants to recruit you into the gang? It must be a scam."

Greed is greed, but Sang Gou can't figure out why Yang Zixuan did this. Shouldn't it be more like rushing up to twitch this guy and peeling off his skin?

Xu Tong ignored Sangou's words because he knew that this was an inevitable result.

When he joined the Jie Team, Yang Zixuan looked at him, but he was also looking at Yang Zixuan.

He is a qualified player, but he is also a shrewd businessman. As the captain of the breeding team, he always only cares about gains and losses, only profits.

Stopping losses in time, or even turning losses into profits, is Yang Zixuan's top priority.

Of course, such peace is based on the condition of equality between both parties. If he had not tied Yang Guanjin, Sang Gou, even Old Bart and the still comatose King to his side.

If he hadn't held the two trump cards of Zhou Huasheng and Xiong Tao, I believe that what awaited him at this time would not be the cigar, but the extremely sharp flying blade and Xiong Tao's iron fist.

"Let's talk first about what price you plan to pay for your teammates."

He put the cigar in his mouth and puffed away. He actually liked it a little bit. At the same time, he opened his hand and saw a paper figure appear in his palm.

The paper man is bound to Xiong Tao's soul. If he wants to kill Xiong Tao at this moment, he only needs to pinch his fingers and it will be enough to completely kill Xiong Tao.

"An agreement, 200 script points, plus a special prop."

Yang Zixuan threw out his chips without hesitation, as if he had already calculated the price he would pay for this miscalculation while he was toasting his cigar.

He took out a pale golden agreement.

"This is... a contract item!" Sanggou was a little surprised. Although this thing is not rare, it is not something that can be obtained just by looking for it.

"It's my fault too. If you had used this earlier, you really wouldn't have had a chance to escape from me."

Yang Zixuan covered his forehead with a wry smile, blaming himself for looking away, thinking that this guy was just a timid pig who could just get a temporary team contract and be done with it.

If I had seen something a little bit wrong at that time, they wouldn't be in such a state of embarrassment now.

"justice!"

Amid the smoke, his eyes scrutinized Yang Zixuan. He was calmer and more calm than he thought, but...

Like him, I don't like to be someone else's subordinate.

Yang Zixuan threw the contract over, and Sangou picked it up and took a look. The rules were already written on it.

After a non-aggression pact is signed by both parties, there is really no way to attack the other party.

This is not as loose as a temporary team formation contract, but it is extremely binding. The signer must not only put up fifty script points as collateral, but more importantly, if he breaches the contract, the punishment will be huge. A level that no one can bear.

Not only will all prop abilities be sealed, and the income in this scenario world will be reduced to 10%, but an alarm will appear every 2 minutes to remind everyone where they are.

The moment you want to break the contract, a judgment will be made quickly. If you are the breaching party, all your prop abilities will be sealed immediately. If you are judged as the victim, you will get a chance to be randomly teleported and quickly leave the battlefield. Save your life.

Of course, the price of random transmission is paid by the defaulting party, which is the fifty script points.

The agreement continues in this script space. After the end, both parties will deduct ten script points, and the remaining forty script points will be returned.

Yang Zixuan's fingerprint has been pressed on this contract, and Xu Tong only needs to press his fingerprint.

"Press it, we've made a profit!"

Sangou sent the contract to Xu Tong, with unbearable excitement on his face, and whispered in his ear: "We made a profit this time."

Xu Tong took it and put his fingerprint on it without hesitation. He also smiled at Yang Zixuan and said, "This stuff tastes good. Where did you buy it?"

As he spoke, he took out the bell and waved it gently in his hand. The paper figure in his palm trembled a few times and a wisp of green smoke flew up and returned to Xiong Tao's body.

"Sorry, private collection, but if you like it, I will give you this box of cigars. If you are willing to consider my proposal, I guarantee that these are top-notch cigars. I will have as many as you want."

Seeing Xiong Tao getting up gradually, Yang Zixuan took out a box of cigars with a smile and gave it to Xu Tong along with the prop card in his hand.

Of course, he would not refuse the gift that came to his door. He threw all the prop cards and cigars into his prop book, and casually handed the contract in his hand to the mourning dog beside him.

"It's your turn!"

"Ah, I want to sign too??"

Sangou was startled, as if he didn't expect Xu Tong to suddenly hand him the contract.

Seeing the surprised expression on Sanggou's face, Xu Tong couldn't help but narrow his eyes. He took a sip from the cigar in his hand and looked at Sanggou with a half-smile as he exhaled the smoke.

Pointing to the blank space, he said: "Of course, you see, there is still room here. We are on the same team, and it doesn't matter if the captain signs it. We are not the same team."

One sentence made Sanggou's face turn red and blue for a while, full of astonishment. He seemed to have never expected that Xu Tong would suddenly say such words to him.

He glanced at Yang Zixuan on the side and found that Yang Zixuan's eyes were also on him: "Yes, brothers, since you are not in the same team, of course you have to sign this contract, unless... you have a ghost!"

Upon hearing Yang Zixuan's words, Sanggou let out a cold snort in his nose.

I ran for my own life, spared such a big circle, and took a huge risk to gamble with Xu Tong. I didn't expect that at the last moment, the clown turned out to be me?

Looking at the contract in his hand, Sangou sneered unconsciously: "Okay, okay, I thought we were a life-long friendship, but I didn't expect... I didn't expect that you would be waiting for me here."

Yang Guanjin and Old Bart were behind. They couldn't understand the conversation between Xu Tong and the others, as if some force had naturally blocked the conversation between them.

But seeing the mourning dog's face getting more and more ugly, Old Bart was about to step forward to persuade him, but Yang Guanjin reached out and grabbed his arm, shook his head, and signaled him not to interfere.

"I sign!"

The mourning dog sighed and slowly stretched out his hand, as if what he was about to sign was not an equal contract, but an inexplicable humiliation.

However, just when his finger was about to touch the contract, Yang Guanjin, who was standing behind, suddenly seemed to notice something. His pupils tightened and he looked up at the jungle: "Be careful!"

The moment he finished speaking, he felt a strong sense of suffocation.

Xu Tong suddenly turned his head and saw a huge bow aiming towards him about forty meters away.

The backbone of this bow seems to be made of huge black horns, and the pale bow strings are obviously thick tendons that have been stripped alive from the beasts, so thick that they are almost as thick as a human thumb.

The bow is full moon, the arrow has been strung, and the bow string has been tightened. The muscles and bones on the palm of the hand holding the giant bow are protruding, and the target of the arrow is aimed at his chest! ! !