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Chapter 252 Chapter Two Hundred and Fifty · "Unexpected!"

The iron rod stained with Su Mingan's own blood flew out and hit the neck of the weirdo who was still in the air with great accuracy.

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[Current number of invitations: 9 people]

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Su Ming'an reluctantly stood up, unable to catch his breath. He took the last Johnson's medicine and sent an invitation to the tower to the last weirdo.

He didn't dare to leave a gap. One more bullet from Xia Luoyang and he would be dead.

The pain was like a prairie fire, burning throughout his body. He gritted his teeth tightly to prevent himself from biting his tongue due to the severe pain, and bursts of violent pain came from his right chest and right shoulder.

...The physical pain this battle brought to him was more profound than any other time before.

Ming occupied a favorable terrain at the end of the bridge and used kicks to clear out many enemies. Many white monsters did not break through the defenses, but were kicked off the cliff with a clean kick.

If the river hadn't taken these corpses away, I'm afraid there would have been a layer of snow-like corpses under the cliff.

There are eleven or twelve white monsters on the Iron Lock Bridge, and there are three people who broke through the defense line and rushed toward Su Mingan himself. He killed two of them, and now there is one more.

He looked up, and there was another white monster in front of him who was about to pounce.

The iron rod was inserted into the neck of another corpse. He now had no weapon in his hand.

He raised his hand and tried to force himself to stand up, but suddenly he coughed up blood. Xia Luoyang's shot injured his lung.

His eyes gradually began to darken.

With continuous blood loss, he still had more than 400 health points, and the effect of the strengthening agent could not stop the penetrating injury on his right chest.

The San value slipped away little by little, and he heard a gloomy phantom sound, and his eyes became darkened little by little.

The white strange man stood in the rain like a tombstone.

The strange man raised a blue electric baton in his hand.

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"Uh-huh!"

At the bridge end, Ming, who was out of trouble, swung his sword and the rope bridge broke.

"Crashing - crashing -"

The concentric locks collided, the wooden boards shattered, and the sound of breaking gradually blended with the ticking of the rain curtain.

The wind and rain caused the monsters to become unstable, and many of them fell down like large white stones.

Xia Luoyang stood in the middle of the bridge, still maintaining a shooting posture.

"I still failed." He smiled, his steps were motionless, and he had no intention of rushing forward to fight for his life.

In fact, he couldn't rush past this distance.

Originally, in Xia Luoyang's eyes, as long as he could kill Su Ming'an, he would win this round.

Only Su Mingan is Yang Xia, and he will succeed as soon as Yang Xia dies.

But when the bullet pierced Su Ming'an's right chest without killing him, Xia Luoyang knew it was over.

His life is over.

Bridges cracked and planks shattered.

Xia Luoyang stood on the rapidly tilting bridge, holding a gun.

The vision in front of him was shaking violently, and he was falling down the bridge. He could even feel the river below, like a ferocious beast waiting to devour life.

Moisture hit his face, and his finger closed and released on the trigger.

Just now, Su Ming'an's action of sending out the last tower invitation without interruption made Xia Luoyang's idea of ​​taking advantage of the opportunity fail.

He can't kill anyone now except Ming.

"...No chance at all." Xia Luoyang sighed.

"Do you want me to save you?" Ming stood on the other side of the cliff and used Arman's sword to lend strength. Ming, who had experienced a fierce battle, was now covered in blood.

"Aren't you going to help the main body? He is right behind you." Xia Luoyang smiled.

"The main body didn't call me, so I don't need to go." Ming Ming didn't even look back, with a gentle smile on his blood-stained face: "Xia Luoyang... If you can explain the future dragon's pulse in detail, maybe the main body can Let you go."

Xia Luoyang moved his hand slightly, Ming was instantly alert.

But unexpectedly, Xia Luoyang moved his hand and threw out the dark pistol in his hand.

The pistol drew an arc, fell into the river, and disappeared.

On the collapsed chain bridge, Xia Luoyang lit a cigarette.

The rain slapped his face, the soaked mask hung from his ears, and the orange firelight gave a warm glow to the cigarette butt.

He took a deep breath from the cigarette, blew out the smoke ring, and his body swayed violently in the wind and rain.

"Anyway, congratulations to you." Xia Luoyang smiled: "This time, you escaped."

He was holding on to the iron lock while shaking violently, but he only smoked the cigarette in his hand.

"It's a very strange thing." Xia Luoyang said: "Obviously some people are talented and capable, but they choose to be imprisoned in their most glorious moments...exploring their past again and again to save a person who has long ago killed him. Imprisoned people. Does it make sense? - I, who helped Yang Xia perform this operation, still don’t understand it.”

Ming blinked, remembering what Xia Luoyang said.

This is the key clue, the key clue to defeat the boss, he cannot miss a word.

The chain bridge was falling rapidly, the connecting iron locks were broken, and the white monster had fallen into the raging river like a dumpling.

Under the devastation of nature, these terrifying monsters made a little splash and disappeared under the cliff along with the river water.

"Yang Xia... He has obviously walked out of the past and gained everything, but he still keeps looking back." Xia Luoyang sighed: "Facing the abyss of the past... What kind of courage is this? I also want to help him, But I can’t escape the fence that confines me - this small world that is reset repeatedly around one person is ridiculous, so ridiculous..."

The supporting tripod could not withstand the pressure, and the cable bridge was finally completely separated from it.

"boom--!"

The bridge suddenly sank, and the broken end slapped on the river water. The water splashed up and instantly submerged the lower body of Xia Luoyang who was holding on to the iron lock.

The white monster sank completely to the bottom. Xia Luoyang held on to the iron lock in the middle of the iron bridge with one hand and smoked a cigarette with the other.

At the last moment when he was submerged, he flicked his fingers and flicked away the cigarette ashes in his hand, as if doing an ordinary action.

Then, he turned his head and smiled at the young man on the cliff.

A smile that is clean, pure, and the most sunny.

"This time, I wish you success." Xia Luoyang said with a smile.

"boom--!"

The bridge cables were completely broken, water surged up, and his figure was completely submerged.

In the middle of a dim rain curtain, Ming could only see that the wooden board floating on the river was gradually torn to pieces by the raging river.

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[*Kill Xia Luoyang (belonging to White Sand Paradise), Exp+8000! 】

[You have been promoted to a (Level 3-4) player. 】

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[You get the key clue·The truth about Baisha Paradise·2]

[(The Truth about White Sand Paradise·2): The narrative from Xia Luoyang allows you to understand part of the truth about this place. 】

[The truth about Baisha Paradise·Collection progress: 2/3]

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[It is detected that the player possesses (Flax's Emotional Potion) and gets additional clues from Xia Luoyang's words. 】

[Extra clues:

"Yang Xia, you have obviously walked out of the past, why are you coming back?"

"After I awakened my self-awareness, I suddenly understood it in a certain reincarnation."

"I have no way of knowing why you're coming back - but I want to help you."

"This time, I performed an operation on you and helped you avoid Dongxue's detection. I want to help you, to help you end this world of constant reincarnation, and I am also helping myself."

"Although I couldn't get rid of the shackles of my identity in the end, I struggled so absurdly. I wanted to kill you, but also wanted to let you go."

"...I just don't want to see [Despair] again."

"Withered skins and wandering ghosts, we are parasitic here, like a dead seedling looking downwards for a little bit of living space, like a fish in stagnant water thirsting for the last bit of air."

"You are not a complete weakling. In the past, you were never accused of being childish."

"We who are struggling so desperately, humble and trying to live..."

"I wish you, this time, can successfully save your former self.\