Song Ming suddenly understood why junk goods like Richard can also become a second-level member of the Dao League; why Nanxiang fell out of the top ten prestigious schools, but still obtained so many places in the second-tier schools; why did the Li brothers have mediocre qualifications, and they can also obtain trial qualifications, and carry a black box that can be called a bug!

Li Shuanggang, the old fox, relied on his deep background, almost blatantly wanted to eat himself, and at the same time he wanted to secretly destroy Ye Lan to open up the way for his two illegitimate sons... Even if the plan was destroyed by him, he could still overthrow his hands and use his violent behavior to rehabilitate the two sons. It's really a pity for parents all over the world!

Under the dazzling square lights, a thousand pairs of eyes stared at Song Ming in surprise. An entire army of ships surrounded Song Ming firmly. Dozens of masters monitored Song Ming from time to time, and stars were hiding in the night sky shining with lights.

Song Ming suddenly felt like he wanted to laugh.

Looking back on the journey, from Zhong Bosen in kindergarten to Qi'an in elementary school, to Li Shuanggang in junior high school... from the small earth, to the solar system in a relatively peaceful area, to the prosperous capital, Yunqiuzhou... and even from the past life to this life, the pure ivory tower that Song Ming has longed for has never appeared.

He suddenly remembered this sentence:

Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and people are rivers and lakes. How can you hide?

In his previous life, he hated the world, hated hypocrisy, hated complexity, hated comparative with others, hated competing with others, and finally... he was too lazy to communicate with others, and only looked for comfort in the virtual world, but in this life—

He is different.

He guided the real world with his full commitment to playing games. In the game, he is as handsome as the wind, always with him, and he is indifferent to life and death, and if he doesn't accept it, he will do it!

Since he can't escape this world, he can just mess up his bloody storm!

certainly--

Not possible today.

At this moment, Song Ming was firmly tied by the giant net and could not move left and right. There were dozens of high-level monks waiting for him, and there were even troops guarding him from all over the place... It was an impossible task to break through this predicament with your own strength alone!

Next to Song Ming, Ye Lan stared at Song Ming with a blank expression.

It can be seen that there was a seemingly vague shock flashing across her face, as if she had hesitated for a long time. When she finally wanted to come forward to plead for Song Ming, Song Ming shook his head and signaled to reject her.

Not only is it undoubtedly futile, but it will even allow Ye Lan to give someone a handle, which will inevitably be suspected of being accomplices and affect the position of direct transmission.

Ye Lan quickly realized this and did not speak in the end. She only had the confusion and doubt on her face, as if the green and yellow maple leaves were green and yellow after the autumn wind blew, one layer deeper and one layer deeper.

And Song Ming’s journey to the death training ground is a foregone conclusion.

But Song Ming would not accept his fate easily. Since Li Shuanggang was secretly shattering him everywhere, it means that his power cannot surpass the Dao Alliance. This will give Song Ming a certain opportunity to find an outbreak of adversity.

Although he could not make a breakthrough by force today, Song Ming still had a loud mouth. He looked cold and smiled like a song in front of the media in the big and small of Yunqiuzhou, in front of more than a dozen leaders and thousands of newcomers:

"Li Shuanggang, you old dog, wash your neck and wait for me!"

Li Shuanggang's face was gloomy, but he did not respond. He only put his hands behind him, leaving his greasy fat head and big ears with the "righteous spirit" that makes people do evil.

Then he signaled to the left and right and stuffed Song Ming into a black spacecraft.

The spacecraft roared, and in a blink of an eye, it pierced the atmosphere like an arrow.

Ye Lan stared at Song Ming's distant back and sighed softly:

"Can you escape this time?"

...

The black ship carried Song Ming and hundreds of other Nanxiang students who failed the trial and signed the contract quickly flew out of the atmosphere of Nanxiang Star and landed in the low-Earth orbit. The only satellite-

Death Star.

The Death Star is not big, and its hollowed-out internal space is famous for its famous Skylark-

Death training ground!

Song Ming was first forced to have a physical examination and then sent to the operating room.

After a sprinkle of anesthetics, Song Ming was dizzy, no matter whether he was dizzy or not, he at least looked dizzy.

Next, he was sent to the operating table and was ripped open by the doctor. A spiritual bomb was installed next to his spiritual root. Once he did not complete the designated practice task within a fixed time limit, the bomb would detonate the spiritual root.

Song Ming will definitely die.

Sorry, that is impossible.

His spiritual root has no spiritual power at all, just a dud—

Detonate a yarn!

In addition to installing spiritual bombs in the body, Song Ming was also injected with a variety of hormones that stimulate spiritual roots. According to system detection, these hormones will affect the lifespan of spiritual roots to varying degrees. In short, they are almost stimulants!

"This broken school is also very hard-working for its performance!"

After the operation, Song Ming, who was in a "coma", was randomly "thrown" in the training ground.

When Song Ming woke up—

I felt the air around me was clear and the birds were singing in my ears, as if I were paradise.

In a daze, he felt a little itchy in his chest. After careful perception, someone reached out to touch his chest, as if he was looking for something. Before he could open his eyes, his right hand subconsciously raised and suddenly poked out.

“Huh?”

The palm seemed to be grasping a mysterious object, soft, warm, and bullet-like...

As if he had touched something amazing, Song Ming insisted on Qingshan and slowly opened his eyes.

A beautiful girl with short hair is smiling and looking down at him.

The girl held an ordinary spiritual sword in her hand, and her skin looked pale and dull, as if she was malnourished, but her smile was extremely beautiful, as if she was full of infinite tenderness.

"Are you a new fertilizer?"

Song Ming narrowed his eyes, and his right hand seemed to shrink and hold:

"ha?"

The girl explained:

"If you fail to advance and die, it will become fertilizer for this training ground? Primary school students like you must be fertilizer when they come in."

"puff--"

Song Ming almost squirted out of breath.

Looking at this girl, she looks like she is seventeen or eighteen years old. Although she is not as pretty as Bai Jie or Kidd's British and American, or even less handsome than Ye Lan, she looks pretty pretty when she looks closely.

But my figure is a little thin, my skin is a little pale, my facial features are always mixed with sadness, and I have some scars of being beaten, even so—

She still maintained a standard smile and looked very cheerful when she spoke.

But compared with vision and hearing, touch is a sense that is more memorable and addictive.

The girl looked at her fleshless, but she felt unexpectedly.

Song Ming closed his eyes and savored the warm and soft touch in his hands, tasted the legendary food called "tofu", and a letter popped out of his mouth:

“b.”

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Preview: Chapter 0093, do you know about dual cultivation?

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