Huo Lin signed a liability exemption agreement at the script-killing booth, and the next second he crashed into an alien space.
The system's cold voice prompts: "Players, please prepare: clear ninety-nine death dungeons."
He drew his saber and sneered: "There is no 'cooperation' in my dictionary."
But in the ultimate copy, I bumped into Xiao Lin, who was also playing solo.
The man tore the NPC into pieces with his bare hands and looked at him sideways: "Cooperation? Everyone depends on their ability."
They fought back to back under the blood-red moon, with blood soaking through each other's shirts.
Xiao Lin suddenly bit his button and said, "Does it hurt? I'm more deadly than the wound."
Huo Lin pushed the man down on the charred earth with his backhand, blood dripping into his collar: "Don't play with fire if you're afraid of pain."
When ninety-eight copies turn into hickeys on the neck,
The system suddenly pops up the ultimate rule——
"Survival quota: 1"
When the lava from hell spewed out, Huo Lin crushed the escape chip and chuckled:
"I bet you won't let me die."
Xiao Lin's knife has pierced his heart:
"Idiot... My gift for clearing the level is to give you freedom."
The moment the void collapsed, Huo Lin dragged Xiao Lin into the abyss:
"Who wants freedom?"
"I want you."
