The round and clumsy movements suddenly drew a burst of laughter from the man again.

"Such a stupid guy, just go home and get milk!"

"Look at your appearance - a poor ghost should have the appearance of a poor ghost, and sure enough, this mentally retarded appearance is very much in line with your poor ghost identity."

"Hahaha, does it hurt? If it hurts, the poor ghost should go back to the garbage heap! ”

Word after sentence of ridicule is accompanied by undisguised malice towards the so-called poor.

Bai Mengmeng doesn't know if all the "rich" are like this, but at the very least, most of the rich and well-established families she has seen are humble and polite, whether it is treating the high-ranking emperor or the ragged beggars on the street, she has never seen anyone show an uncomfortable look.

In their eyes, it seems that all beings are equal - they will not flatter a person because of his noble status, let alone despise a person because of his humble status.

"Garbage should be garbage."

A man's magnetic voice came from inside the whirlpool, and the undisguised disdain immediately angered the whirlwind's manipulators, only to see that all the photon cannons equipped on the whirlwind were lit up, and aiming at the round was to blast.

Probably just a beginner mecha warrior, thinking that he could conquer everything with a strong ship and a sharp cannon, but such an idea is too naïve and ridiculous.

Even a three-year-old child can lead the battle with the quality of the weapon, but it is the personal quality of the soldier that really determines everything.

The battle between mechwarriors is more focused on the control of the mecha than the number of high-tech weapons equipped on the mech.

Relying on weapons is inferior.

Round and seemingly bulky moved left and right, but most of the artillery fire that was fired out indiscriminately was dodged by Round Roll, even if some did not dodge, they were also reduced by Bai Mengmeng in an ingenious way.

By the time the Round Roll moved in front of the whirlwind, the damage of the Round Roll was only 50 percent.

"How is that possible!"

When the fuel storage inside the mecha had been depleted, the whirlwind's manipulator realized that he didn't directly kill this poor ghost who was manipulating the round with the whirlwind!

"Nothing is impossible."

Bai Meng Meng Waner - The cannonballs will always run out one day, but their own skills will never disappear.

Even without the body given by the matcha system, Bai Mengmeng can still become a mecha warrior - or the best warrior.

Because even though she lived again, the combat experience she had accumulated in her previous life and the battle marks left behind were still imprinted in her blood and bones.

If Bai Mengmeng doesn't die, these things won't disappear.

The only cannon port on the roll was opened, and the photon cannon, which was far less powerful than the whirlwind, struck towards the whirlwind.

With the high performance of the whirlwind, it was no problem to dodge or resist this photon cannon at all, but the people inside the whirlwind couldn't help but be covered in cold sweat.

This photon cannon can't be dodged.

It was as if the photon cannon was coming from all directions to block his every retreat, and no matter where he tried to dodge, he would be hit by the photon cannon without surprise - it was just a matter of where he hit.

Or to put it another way, it's just a question of how much to lose.

The man gritted his teeth, since this photon cannon has to be accepted no matter what, then it is also worth it!