Chapter 169: Torn life

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Mu Yan chuckled: "Xiao Bao is really smart, but it is not enough to defeat. Xiao Bao also wants them to listen to your words willingly and loyal to you. Only in this way, Xiaobao can become strong enough."
"It’s as strong as that of the disciple!" Xiaobao squeezed his fists and his eyes widened. "Then, you can protect your mother."
lecher?
Mu Yan took a long time to react, and Xiao Bao said that it was Emperor.
She looked intricately at the next courtyard.
Uh... I haven’t seen the figure for a long time.
Probably, that night, was it really angry?
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In the next few days, the newly established Xinmo Camp was collectively caught in a deep-water torture.
Their daily living arrangements are like this -
Training, taking mysterious medicine, listening to Xiaoqu.
Does it sound particularly fulfilling happiness?
Can it actually be?
This group of people who climbed out of the sea of ​​corpses and fires, but the butchers are not as good as one.
The so-called training is not a practice of martial arts or Xuanqi.
Instead, let them line up, go out, and run back and forth. The boring and brave people want to go to the wall.
After the training, Mu Yan prepared a bottle of quenching medicine for everyone.
That is a special paradise!
Outside the Junji pharmacy, how many people have robbed their heads and want to buy them.
The people in the camp of the ink camp, crying and crying, one by one.
Because the Xuan medicine is drinking, it is really too painful!
The muscles of the whole body are the same as the fire knife.
It will not disappear after a full period of time.
Therefore, every time I take the medicine, I can hear the sounds of more than a dozen strong men crying and crying.
The evening arrangement is to listen to the little song?
Is this always bad?
The people at the ink camp said that Laozi didn't want to listen to the song again in his life.
No, next life! I don’t want to listen anymore in my next life!
Because the sound of the piano has terrible power, once played, they are like a nightmare.
Struggling in a nightmare, you can wake up in cold sweat.
Think about it, listening to a song every day is like a life that has been tormented, and whoever gets it, day after day!
......
Late at night, in the camp.
"Fucking his mother, Lao Tzu can't stand it, Lao Tzu wants to escape from here!"
"Escape? How to escape? Don't say Yan Haotian, who is in the camp, just this yard, do you think you have escaped?"
"You can't escape if you can't escape! Is it going to be tortured and killed here?"
More than a dozen people in the ink camp were surrounded and indignantly discussed how to escape the clutches of the female devil and the little king.
Suddenly, a rough voice suddenly interrupted their indignation.
"A bunch of idiots! Didn't you find out, what changes have we made in these days?"
Everyone heard a word and looked at the knife.
"Chang Yu, what do you mean by this?"
"That is, what are you, dare to say that we are stupid!"
The knife man named Chang Yu, who looked at a few people coldly, looked scornful. "I went deep into Baoshan and got the benefits of Tianda, but I didn't know anything. I still wanted to escape. You are not an idiot?"

"Chang Yu, you have made it clear, what good advantage did we get?"
Chang Yu took a deep breath and pressed down the excitement and joy of the eyes. For a long while, he said: "At the latest, within three months, I will prepare for the advanced level."