A Million Survival Laws of the Savior

"I, Lolo—"

"We are a cross talk team that shuttles around the earth."

"If you die, you will always die in the future. Doubi is waiting for us."

The two who had completed their debut ended their one-minute line performance. Bai Jue looked at Quincy and Bei Gao who had put on sunglasses at some point, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. He rubbed his sore eyes: "You guys have already put on sunglasses at some point. You know that these two guys will catch people's eyes, right, why didn't you remind me?"

"If you want to be blind, let's all be blind together... we can't be the only ones who get hurt." Bei Gao pushed his sunglasses: "Isn't it good? Now you know that these two people are exactly the same as the ones in the squirrel group, from the inside to the outside. Nothing has changed in substance, there is no doubt about the person."

"I hope they can restrain their dissolute attitude a little bit. Who released these two people from the mental hospital?" Bai Jue couldn't help shouting, "Where's the nurse? Where's the nurse? Get them out of here." Take it back."

Ling Dao straightened his collar: "You really don't know what art is to appreciate."

Le Luo sniffed the roses on his chest: "After all, flirting is an attitude towards life, and art comes from life, just treat us as stage actors."

"Then, can I ask for a refund?" Bai Jue said dismantling the tower without giving any face.

"Useless and useless, this place is not in the jiurijiri group now, your silence technique can't be brought into reality, your biggest and strongest refreshing trick has been sealed! Dog management!" Ling Dao looked up to the sky and laughed: "I really Hey, it’s the limit. Today, you’ve banned me for [-] times, for a total of [-] days, [-] hours, [-] minutes and [-] seconds! This hard-won Hate, I will get it back in person now!"

Quincy had already stood beside Beigao at some point, and he whispered, "I remember this group was only established for less than two years, how did he get banned for almost a year?"

Bei Gao pushed the sunglasses: "Because... this Ling Dao must be an artificial mentally handicapped person."

Ling Dao pointed at someone, and his expression turned Dior instantly: "Accept, this is my substitute! Fantasy Township Paradise Project! Come on, Le Luo! Time stands still, the..."

Before he finished speaking, a radio was hit on the back of his head, and he saw the elegant gentleman in a suit holding up the radio and giving him a violent blow: "Sorry, this guy always gets too high from time to time, and I need to correct him a bit."

Quincy said silently: "Is that what artificial mental retardation means? Artificial intelligence knocks people into mental retardation..."

Bai Jue said silently, "Headshot from the radio, is this a unique skill learned from the movie version of Conan? By the way, I saw blood just now, are you okay?"

Le Luo spread his hands: "No big problem. This Ling Dao has no other advantages, but he is tough. He is very capable. This guy is an apostle and has a very strong ability to survive. A mere tape recorder can't beat him to death."

Bei Gao said kindly: "Do you want to put some saliva on it? Although there is no scientific basis, it is said that it has the effect of returning blood."

Le Luo's eyes lit up: "Good idea."

He took a deep breath and was about to spit...

"Stop it!" Bai Jue lost his eyesight: "You are whipping the corpse, not treating it!"

"You're going to go too far, he's not dead yet." Le Luo said, raised his foot and rolled it twice, and raised the brutal box-shaped weapon: "Hey, hey, don't touch it, get up quickly , don’t get up again, radio warning.”

Ling Dao trembled, and got up from the ground again, his eyes were blank, as if he had been given an amnesia buff at this time.

"Just now, what happened?" he asked.

Le Luo supported him, and said sincerely: "Lingdao, what's the matter with you, are you okay? Did you have a nightmare? It's okay. I'm with you. Also, the [-] yuan you owe me just said Give it back to me."

Ling Dao was silent for three seconds: "...is there any?"

"Yes, but you lent me [-] yuan." Le Luo looked serious.

"That's it..." Ling Dao stretched out his hand and patted Le Luo's shoulder: "I will return it to you."

"When? When will the [-] yuan be paid back?" Le Luo asked.

"After you die, I will burn it to you."

Ling Dao's expression instantly turned ferocious. He snatched the radio and raised it high. His arm muscles swelled like a horned dragon. The radio fell on the ground. In an instant, the bricks and stones were broken, the road was cracked, and the whole ground shook slightly. The fierce aftershock scattered smoke and dust, and the flowers and plants swayed.

From a crosstalk performance of a pair of good friends, to an infighting where you chase each other... It only took three minutes.

"It's such a good relationship." Quincy and Bei Gao sighed. They didn't know when they had already sat on the chairs prepared by the maids, picked up their teacups and started watching the show.

As an ordinary person, Bai Jue inevitably fell into chaos. He analyzed calmly, thought objectively, found problems, and finally——

"Or I'd better quit the group..."

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In front of the rectangular dining table, there are various kinds of food.

"All kinds of aristocratic food." Bai Jue looked at the platefuls of delicacies, but he didn't move his index finger. He just tasted it briefly. Although the taste was good, it was still much worse than the glowing and drugged delicacies. .

In the process of fish hunting a few days ago, as a chef, Bai Jue has gone on adventures in food-related animation games, and also obtained some ingredients from different worlds for cooking. Really, and the craftsmanship of Uncle Cat House.

In a sense, Bai Jue prefers the craftsmanship of Uncle Cat House, a cafeteria in another world, which is pure and unpretentious, unlike other cuisines, which are too coquettish.

Altair and the Fireproof Girl seemed to have been spoiled by Bai Jue, and they were not particularly keen on food, so they stopped eating when they were half full.

Bei Gao is more interesting. He didn't eat vegetables or eat, so he ordered a plate of fennel beans, ordered a few jugs of wine, and ate fennel beans while warming the wine. This dinner was enough to fill the stomachs of fifty people. Let him taste the various life styles of the poor people of the lower class in the last century, what a miserable word.

Ling Dao and Le Luo are more interesting, they put food they don't like on each other's dishes.

This garlic tastes good, here you are; this herring is just right, here you are.

This chicken butt looks really delicious, eat it quickly; this bullwhip... um, cough cough, I keep it for myself...

The meal was also very lively. Several people talked about the things in the group and the game, and they chatted happily for a while. They didn't introduce each other's real names, but just called each other in the group. Dai said that the intimacy is like an old friend who has known him for decades, and there is no embarrassment at all.

After getting used to the real appearance of the other party, I found that... it seems that nothing has changed, even if it is wrapped in a good-looking skin, the true self that has been released for a long time cannot be hidden at all.

After the meal, Quincy, as the host, began to make a speech: "We are full, we should enter the next round. Although it is a face-to-face conference, I actually don't have much experience, so I prepared a little Sideshow."

Bai Jue shook his little hand: "According to what Quincy is doing, I'm afraid he will invite famous magicians or circuses to perform for us..."

Bei Gao hadn't finished eating the fennel beans. He drank a lot of wine, but he didn't look drunk: "What's the point of magic and circus? Isn't sword dance more beautiful?"