Become the king in the cruel game

Chapter 466 God’s Mo Town (17) Let me join

Feng Yu kept getting closer to the black flower, and the stench lingering at the tip of her nose became stronger and stronger, and she even retched.

The smell is like sour vomit, mixed with the stench of sewers, which makes people not want to bear it for a second.

For the players who were chasing after them, the neighbors threw out various props and constantly criticized the visitors.

The flower is about to fully bloom, and the black shadow in the middle is getting stronger and stronger.

call--

bump!
Suddenly, a huge sword crossed the front of the road, black smoke came out along with it, and a tall man covered in black stood in front of him.

It was number eight.

Feng Yu didn't stop, and just as he was about to go around, the huge piece in the man's hand continued to expand and turned into a huge machine about ten meters long.

No. raised his sword easily, like a monster: "Take me with you."

His voice was low and his tone sounded like a command.

After that, the player didn't say any more, but put away the bulky items and jumped up, standing on top of the thorns.

It's like a familiarity, as if quickly integrated into the group.

Feng Wenzhou glanced at No. , and felt that the other person's figure was somewhat familiar, but the other person's body had been dyed black, and no matter how carefully he looked, he couldn't see his face.

Feng Wenzhou gave up.

Feng Yu controlled the thorns and couldn't get rid of them no matter how hard he tried. The opponent seemed to be stuck on top. The big sword was like some kind of deformable machine, tightly holding part of the thorns.

Feng Yu took a look and confirmed that the other party had no hostile emotions, so he ignored it for the time being.

What she cared about was the heartbeat in her chest.

The expression on the dark face became a little crazy, and Feng Yu began to breathe heavily.

She wanted that flower so much.

I want to hold that huge black flower in my hand, hold it tightly, and prevent anyone from seeing it. That flower...should only belong to me.

100 m.

80 m.

50 m.

She was getting closer and closer to the flower, her heartbeat was getting faster and faster, like a rapidly rotating machine, and the frequency of sound vibration was almost reaching a balanced state.

The heart in my heart wanted to get out of my skin and quickly embrace that giant black flower.

The weapons flying behind him became increasingly dense.

A player shouted: "Why did this guy run to the flowers? Is this sending her to death? Or is there something wrong with her brain?"

"There is a god in that flower. Gods in the game...are untouchable to us!"

One person said: "Whatever, if the other party enters the flower clock and is killed by the god, and the props flow down, wouldn't this be an advantage for us?"

One person took a sip and said, "Damn it, are you mentally ill? You're still giving us an advantage. Once these players enter, they will be killed by someone. The props must have been left next to the flowers. Once we pass, they will be killed." Being targeted by God.”

"Perhaps the so-called gods are still in some kind of chaotic state, and they will attack anyone they see."

"Then we still chase?"

The players looked up at the same time. Following the flowers in the front, there was a square door, emitting a strange light.

It seems white and black, and the various rays of light cannot be described in words. They are more like things from a higher level, somewhat hazy and mixed with mist.

Feng Yu's eyes fell on the door.

The heartbeat is getting faster and faster.

As if he was guiding himself to that door, to it, to enter the so-called...

God's realm.

That flower is giving birth to God?

(End of this chapter)