The second round of the Tournament of Death has come to an end.

Musu was fifth with a total of 143 points. It's hard to imagine that an existence like Mu Su didn't win the first place.

Although the first pair of Musu is not difficult, as long as they run to other events to interfere with the top players.

But the advent of the natural church disrupted all this.

The ranking of the top 1,000 players has been fixed, and all participating players will receive a shilling reward equal to the number of points.

Even the player with the most points is ranked first with only 166 points, or 166 shillings. Players have complained that either the shilling is useful in the late game, or it is purely an official slam.

In short, it's over, and it's a bit of thunder and rain.

Most players don't think it's a big deal, and there's a third round of Tournament of Death waiting for you anyway. Especially the scene of capturing Mu Su at the end is really happy.

Although there is no word on when the third round of the Tournament of Death will start.

The number of backstage collections of "The Biography of Mu Susu" is about to exceed the 2,000 mark. As a book with only four chapters, the results are very good.

If you don't take into account the fact that it was written for more than two months.

Transparent Bridge and others went offline and went to sleep. The blazing god will rest tomorrow, so he asked Mu Su if he wanted to arrange a copy.

Mu Su refused, and some problems in reality made him unable to concentrate on playing the game - in fact, it was an excuse, a man of few words like the Blazing God was not Mu Su's dish.

The Hell City quest has been closed. Makisu returns to the hut, crumpled banknotes and coins stacked on plates.

When I took off my helmet, it was late at night. Mu Su made sure that the door was locked securely and fell asleep safely......

……

Ring 10 Airport District

A business spaceship coming from Venus slowly stopped and docked into the safety corridor.

The hatch opened, and the visitor stepped out of the boat.

A figure is mixed in, attracting attention.

She has a delicate appearance, long silky black hair, a long white dress, and a wide sunhat that blocks a pair of eyes.

It wasn't that that she drew her attention, but the almost white paper, some of which were piercing, and her pale skin was almost transparent.

The word fair-skinned is not even worthy of this young girl.

The dome light source is sprinkled, which sets off the already eye-catching skin even more dazzling. A word rises in the heart of everyone who sees her: black and white.

In the admiring gaze, the girl left the airport and stepped into the hovering RV waiting outside.

"I thought it would be tomorrow." A kind smile appeared on the elder's old face.

"Please tell me why the Council of Elders asked me to come over." The girl took off her visor and sat down across from him to ask a bland question.

The elder took a document from his hand, put it on the table and pushed it in front of the girl, and then gestured to the driver.

The RV started slowly.

"It's all here."

The girl took it, and after looking at it, her eyes moved slightly.

She continued to read it at a glance, looking up at the elder.

"Contact him and take him away from the Imperial Hotel." The elder raised his hand, and the RV stopped.

"We are inaccessible. You just need to bring him out and our people will naturally see it. ”

The girl nodded, thought for a moment and asked softly, "What about after that?" He...... Will it be dangerous? ”

"We're going to work with the target, and he's resisting us right now, so you're going to have to go out and woo him. You can rest assured of his safety. ”

"Understood."

The information was placed on the table, and the girl did not look at it again. She put on her visor and left the RV.

The subordinate put away the information and stopped talking.

"Just ask." The elder didn't think much of it, and said with a chuckle.

"Is there something wrong with letting her go? I...... Instead of doubting the elders' decision-making, I feel ......"

"You're worried she'll mutiny?"

His followers bowed their heads: "Yes." ”

There were only the two of them in the RV and the believers who drove it, all of whom were cronies.

The elder didn't mean to hide it, and said calmly: "She thought that she was the descendant of the target, and it was copied from the cells of her body...... What actually controls everything is a silicone chip. ”

"You're saying she's a synth?" Believers exclaimed. "How is this possible, it's not that the cells are extracted......"

"The cells of the hair are dead and have no DNA." The elder exhaled and chuckled, "Our natural church is not going to be primitives wandering in the jungle, you still have to learn more things." ”

"It's Elder Edie......"

……

16th eco-zone

[Please pay attention to safety, shout for help in case of danger, and rescuers will arrive in time——]

The trees are towering, and the sunlight shines through the shade, casting light on the ground covered with a thick layer of fallen leaves.

If you don't listen to the inopportune prompts, everything is so natural.

The wheelchair runs over layers of fallen leaves. Joyce pushes her wheelchair and walks with her father on a forest trail.

The breeze was blowing, the trees rustled, and a few fallen leaves fell down.

Joyce raised his palm and removed the maple leaf that had fallen on his father's head.

The old figure in the wheelchair remained motionless, his head slowly tilted to the side.

"Father?"

Joyce stopped.

The shiny leather shoes stepped into a layer of fallen leaves, and Joyce went around the front, crouched down and called softly......

"Father's ......"

The palm of his hand reached under his father's nose......

The drooping head was out of breath.

Joyce's heart gradually sank, and her eyes became a little confused. He gripped his father's calloused palm and lowered his head, his forehead touching the back of his hand.

On a leafy forest path, a young man kneeling in front of a wheelchair seems to freeze the picture.

"Ahhh

Suddenly, the old man in the wheelchair moved, opened his mouth and laughed.

Joyce was startled and looked up blankly, with sadness in her eyes that had not yet dissipated.

"I've been tricked." The old man smirked.

Joyce pulled up a curvature: "Yes, you acted realistically. ”

The old man was still laughing, so happy that the dentures fell out of his mouth.

Joyce grabbed the dentures and didn't mind handing them back to him at all.

The old man's wrinkled cheeks wrinkled, and he pursed his lips and waved his hand: "Forget it, I've got my hands, I want to keep my mouth clean." ”

"Okay, I'll go back and clean." Joyce put away her dentures and stood up to push the wheelchair out of the woods.

Back at the rest camp, Joyce let go of his wheelchair, and the old man hurriedly controlled the wheelchair and ran to chat with other tourists.

Eugene walked up to Joyce, looked at the old man pointing at him in the distance, and sighed softly: "Although it is much more cheerful, but Uncle's problem is more serious." ”

He paused and asked, "Do you really want to cooperate with the Church of Nature?" Let's not talk about his attack on our branch. The natural church is so extreme that it even conflicts with us, are you sure they will help us? ”

Joyce spoke: "Something that benefits each other." They want to transform the earth with the help of AIC, and we want to use AIC to develop immortality, and there is no conflict. ”

"The premise is that they really just want to transform the planet." Eugene felt that Joyce had become naïve. "You have to think clearly, if you want to cooperate, a lot of members will oppose it."

Joyce turned to look at him.

"Just get there. Isn't it? ”()

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