I died on the way delivering food.
When I opened my eyes again, I became a freshman, and the alien beasts were wiped out. The body was broken into pieces, with two needles stuck in the bones.
One is called Feiyan and has a vicious mouth: "The stitches are really ugly."
One was called Lao Yang, who said slowly, "Just wear it."
The phone is still the same phone, but the takeout app has changed. What you receive is no longer food, but a strange beast. Each time you kill one, you will get different amounts of bloodshot according to the level.
Others awaken through talent, the guidance of mentors, and hard training day after day to upgrade.
I'm different. I only rely on the number of bloodshots and stud to get rich.
The first order, the twisted silk beast, has three thousand blood threads. I changed to "stitch". Now I can sew my broken arm back on.
You ask me why my body is broken? I want to know too.
Two best friends. One weighs two hundred pounds, melee type, responsible for carrying it. An alien intelligence analyst, responsible for calculations.
What am I responsible for? I'm responsible for not breaking myself.
"Don't rush me, I'm sending it to you. By the way, can you lend me your body?"
