Bug Master In Doomsday

"Only by launching a class struggle can Jin Ye's **** city lord force fall apart!"

A thin young man with acne spots on his right face sits on a pile of stone slabs for laying walls. He wears a pair of black-rimmed glasses, looks very ordinary, even a bit ugly, but only those eyes are called bright. !

He looked at the concentrated and sturdy men who were gathered around him, with an extremely firm expression, "Now there are nearly a thousand forces in Jinye City, big and small, where is the way out for ordinary people like us?! Do you guys know? "

A face was slightly immature, but the big but not too small young man swallowed and raised his hand timidly.

"Brother Yang Rong, apart from joining the Legion, we ordinary people who are not capable of relying on our own physical strength to make ends meet, or to be slaves to those with supernatural powers..."

As the boy was talking, his voice became lower and lower, and in the end it was even more inaudible. Yang Rong looked at the boy with his head down and smiled faintly.

"Xiao Qian is right. It seems that ordinary people can only do these relatively low-powered, hard work, and go out of the city to hunt monsters. We don't have this strength.

We don't have the channel background to open a store and sell things, but think about it carefully. Apart from these few humble paths that can't see the light, don't we have a broad and strong road to go? ! "

Yang Rong’s tone gradually became agitated. He clenched his left hand with a fist. The muscles that had been trained over the years suddenly burst and swelled.

'boom! He hit several layers of slabs under his body with a fist, and there was a slight muffled sound. Only the bottom two slabs of more than a dozen layers of slabs were broken!

Everyone looked at this scene with shocked faces and an uproar. Their excitement was overwhelming. Looking at the two broken stone slabs, they couldn't help but make speeches of surprise.

"Brother Yang Rong, the power of your punch is comparable to the pinnacle blow of a Tier 1 ability person. Coupled with this special technique of fighting cattle from a mountain, you are going to be a butcher in the slaughterhouse, Brother Yang Rong. It’s more promising than fighting against bricks and moving sand with us!"

A young man about 30 years old had a homemade cigarette in his mouth, his face was haggard and withered with blue eyes, Yang Rong shook his head firmly when he heard the words.

"I am not a supernatural person, you are very clear about this! Of course, I am not a member of any legion, I am indeed just an ordinary person!"

"The changes in my body started in the afternoon a few days ago. At that moment, I suddenly felt my body lightened a lot, as if breaking through some kind of shackles.

I don't know if this is a normal situation, so I plan to go to the stele to see if there are any low-level medicines to treat my changes... But I didn't find the medicine, but I found something very different! "

As he said, Yang Rong smiled, and took out a handle-like thing from the dusty work clothes. The'handle' was no more than ten inches in size. It was exquisite in shape and mighty and mighty is definitely not in this group of ordinary men. Seen,

"This thing has a nice name, called-Dawn! The price is 1 gold dragon coin. Only ordinary people in all aspects of body and spirit can buy Dawn!"

"Everyone has only one chance to buy. I saw that there are many other strange and powerful things besides'Dawn'. These are the capital of our revolution!"