Infinite script kill

Chapter 39 The Clown Is Actually Me?
"boom!!"

An angry roar in the valley was followed by a storm visible to the naked eye that quickly razed the entire valley to the ground.

Large tracts of trees and stones were cut in half in an instant, and the terrifying lethality was simply appalling.

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

"ended!"

Calling out the flying blade, Yang Zixuan stabbed the old monkey king's head with a knife, and slowly took out an umbrella to spread it open, "Wow, la la la..." The bright red blood rain suddenly splashed down.

Such a terrifying force naturally cannot escape the principle of equivalent exchange.

The sound of his own strength being weakened kept coming from his ears, Yang Zixuan frowned, and took out a bottle of silver potion from the item book. Both have the effect of expelling and anti-negative.

But obviously this bottle in his hand has a much higher effect and level than the [Yellow Rune 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 someone was waiting here for something.

In his spare time, he still took out a cigar from the props book and put it under the bridge of his nose to take a few sips.

The unique fragrance of cigars gradually eased Yang Zixuan's cold expression a lot.

Then he took out the lighter in a hurry, and slowly smoked it until the cigar was evenly burned to carbonization. He raised his eyebrows and threw the cigar in his hand towards the front.

The carbonized cigarette butt made a fiery red trace in the air, and it fell on Xu Tong's hand impartially.

Seeing Xu Tong and his group walking out of the woods, seeing the flattened valley in front of them, Sanggou and the others couldn't help but stunned.

Xu Tong put the cigar in front of the bridge of his nose and took a light sniff. It was different from the smell of cigarettes. The fermented tobacco leaves had a mellow taste like a cup of hand-ground coffee.

Yang Zixuan took out another cigar and roasted it in a hurry. I've seen a lot of people, I stand on the side of the road and glance at people, and I can judge that they are inseparable."

Yang Zixuan seemed to disapprove of Xiong Tao, who was sitting on the shoulder of 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 look at you."

Speaking of which, Yang Zixuan actually laughed, and there was no trace of anger on his face. Instead, he laughed heartily, staring at Xu Tong, as if he had seen a treasure: "Come back, from now on You are the third child, and I can call the shots and give you [-] script points and two prop cards."

In order to show his sincerity, he also deliberately took out two prop cards and put them in his hands. These two prop cards flashed with unusual luster, which were obviously stripes unique to rare prop cards.

The mourning dog next to him opened his mouth wide, and his heart was drooling with greed. With such a generous condition, if he were himself, he would probably nod his head and agree.

"What the hell is this guy doing? You killed the third child, smothered the second child, and made him suffer a big loss. He actually wants to pull you in? There must be a fraud."

The greed is greedy, but the dog can't understand, why Yang Zixuan does this, shouldn't it be more like that if he rushes up and strips this guy for cramps?
Xu Tong ignored the words of the lost dog, because he knew that this was an inevitable result.

When he joined Team Elite, Yang Zixuan looked at him, but he was looking at Yang Zixuan himself.

He is a qualified player, but he is also a shrewd businessman. As the captain of the breeding team, what he cares about is profit and loss.

Stop the loss in time, and even turn the loss into a profit, this is what Yang Zixuan first considers.

Of course, this kind of peace is based on the conditions of equality between the two parties, if I hadn't tied Yang Guanjin, Mourning Dog, even Old Bart and the king team who was still in a coma by his side.

If he didn't hold the two ace cards of Zhou Huasheng and Xiong Tao, he believed that what was waiting for 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, what price are you going to pay to buy your teammates."

He put the cigar in his mouth and puffed out the mist. He actually fell in love with this thing and opened his hand at the same time, only to see a paper figure appearing in his palm.

Xiong Tao's soul was bound in the paper figurine. If he wanted to kill Xiong Tao at this moment, he only needed to pinch his fingers and it would be enough to kill Xiong Tao completely.

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

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

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 if you want to.

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

Yang Zixuan covered his forehead with a wry smile, and blamed himself for looking away, thinking that this guy was a timid pig, just a temporary team contract would be enough.

If they had seen anything wrong at the time, they wouldn't be so embarrassed now.

"justice!"

Clouds of smoke lingered, his eyes scrutinized Yang Zixuan, he was calmer and calmer than he thought, but...

Like him, he doesn't like to be a subordinate to others.

Yang Zixuan threw the contract over, and Sanggou picked it up and saw that the rules were already written on it.

After the mutual non-aggression treaty is signed, there is really no way to do anything with the other side.

This is not as loose as a temporary team agreement, but has a strong binding force. The signer not only has to take out [-] points of the script as collateral, but more importantly, once a breach of contract, the punishment will be huge. To a level that no one can afford.

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

The moment you want to breach the contract, you will quickly make a judgment. If you are the party who broke the contract, all your props and abilities will be sealed immediately. If you are judged to be the victim, you will get a random chance to teleport and quickly leave the battlefield. life.

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

The agreement will continue at the end of this script space. After the end, both parties will deduct [-] script points, and the remaining [-] script points will be returned.

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

"Press it, we can be considered to make a profit!"

Sanggou brought the contract in front of Xu Tong, with an unbearable excitement on his face, and whispered in his ear: "We made a profit this time."

Xu Tong took it over and pressed his handprint on it without forgetting to smile at Yang Zixuan: "This stuff tastes good, where did you buy it."

While speaking, he took out the bell and shook it gently in his hand, only to see the paper figurine in his palm trembling a few times, and a wisp of blue smoke flew up and returned to Xiong Tao's body.

"Sorry, private collection, but if you like it, this box of cigars is for you. If you are willing to consider my proposal, I promise that this is also a top-quality cigar. I will have as many as you want."

Looking at Xiong Tao who was 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 the door. He threw the prop card and cigar into his prop book, and handed the contract in his hand to the mourning dog beside him.

"It's your turn!"

"Ah, I want to sign too??"

Sanggou was startled, as if he did not expect that Xu Tong would suddenly hand this contract to himself.

Seeing Sang Gou's surprised expression, Xu Tong's eyes could not help narrowing into a gap, he took a puff of the cigar in his hand, and with the smoke cloud he exhaled, he looked at Sang Gou with a smile that was not a smile.

He pointed to the blank space and said, "Of course, you see that there are still places here. They are a team, and the captain signed the contract. We are not a team."

In a word, Ling Sanggou's face turned red and blue for a while, and his face was full of confusion. He seemed to never expect that Xu Tong would suddenly say such words to himself.

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

Hearing Yang Zixuan's words, Sanggou let out a cold snort.

I ran around 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, Sanggou sneered unconsciously: "Okay, okay, I thought we were a deadly friendship, but I didn't expect it... I didn't expect it to be waiting for me here."

Yang Guanjin and Old Bart were behind, they couldn't understand the dialogue between Xu Tong and them, as if there was some force that naturally blocked the dialogue between them.

But seeing Sanggou's face becoming more and more ugly, Old Bart was about to step forward to persuade him, but Yang Guanjin stretched out his hand and grabbed his arm, shook his head, and motioned him not to interfere.

"I sign!"

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

However, just when his fingers were 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 the voice fell, a strong sense of suffocation struck.

Xu Tong turned his head suddenly, and saw a huge bow aiming at it about 40 meters away.

The spine of this bow seems to be made of huge black horns, and the white and miserable bowstring is obviously a thick tendon that has been stripped alive from a beast, almost as thick as the diameter of a human thumb,

The bow is full moon, the arrow has been wound, the bowstring has been taut, and the muscles and bones of the palm holding this giant bow are abrupt, and the target of the arrow is aimed at his chest! ! !

(End of this chapter)