Hong Qingsong really regrets it. Unfortunately, it’s really too late!

All the NPCs on the boat were shot and hit by shelling. They were seriously injured and could not be saved. It was his own sin. Killing them is not killing, but liberation.

It’s just one reward for one reward.

Dugu Fu acted mercilessly, "Puchi! Puchi!" He dragged Hong Qingsong one by one, and in the blink of an eye, it made Hong Qingsong dye several points red.

"You, you, you dare to kill me! My father will let people from the entire master world of the Republic of China be buried with me!" The pleading was fruitless. Hong Qingsong changed his weakness and shouted with a timid and cowardly look, "At that time, the whole world will be bloody, and there will be no NPC left! With people all over the world, I will be worth it even if I die, hahaha!"

"Puchi! Puchi!" Dugu Fu's eyes did not blink, and continued stabbing his sword, his face remained unmoved. If even Hong Qingsong could not guess this reaction, how could he command the data special forces? "Do you think I care? When your father knows that you are dead and come to take revenge, I will no longer be in this world."

“…”

"In addition, you caused me such a big trouble. Do you think you could die so easily? Don't worry, I have collected all your handwriting, your writing habits, your voice, and your DNA. You will always be the "hostage" of NPC and live in your father's heart."

"From times, he can see the letters you wrote, and when he hears what you say, maybe at some point, he can also receive the ears, noses, fingers, toes you just cut off." Dugu Fu looked at Hong Qingsong with interest, "Thank you all for this. I gave me a time expansion pack. Otherwise, those bloody objects would be hard to find to be placed."

"!" Hong Qingsong understood, completely understood!

Dugu Fu not only wants to kill him, but also makes him think that he is not dead, but he is just a hostage by the NPC resistance army. He is not dead, so how dare he raise troops to retaliate? Not only that, he also has to obey this guy's mercy and make sure that he will not be "teared"...

"You, you, you..." Hong Qingsong's eyes were straight and his throat roared. He had plans to throw apart, but he really thought that he did that, but he realized that he would not give him a chance at all. There was no difference between him and his death or living, and he didn't care at all...

I just felt that I was about to collapse, but I really thought it was enough to realize that such collapse was far from enough and was not enough to describe it. "Woooo..." Hong Qingsong cried, really cried, tears flowing, and blood was applied to his face. Not to mention how ugly it was.

But does Dugu Fu care? People should be responsible for what they do. If they had known today, why would they have to be the first?

"Puchi!Puchi!" He continued to poke without blinking.

When the last one left in the seriously injured number, Hong Qingsong's body suddenly shone. In the light, his body shattered into millions of pieces like porcelain, and spread in the air.

It was supposed to be a beautiful special effect, but his body shape and shape really couldn't tell a trace of beauty. His sad, pitiful, unwilling, and desperate pig face was everywhere. He disappeared like this... He exploded all over the floor!

The objects killed by the God-Slaying Technique can be restored unless the account is blocked for a period of time, all items will be dropped, which is the consequence of the complete disappearance of the system space.

Too many things!

So much so that Dugu Fu had to abandon most and only choose the most exquisite ones. As an NPC, he could not buy the system expansion slot. The maximum number of backpacks that can be bound by default is 3. Players have four, and one more system backpack.

So even if you change into Hong Qingsong's all-colored, luxurious sixteen-type weightless backpack, Dugu Fu's largest wrapping space is only forty-eight.

In addition to the four-frame time expansion package I just picked up, there are only fifty-four grids.

I looked a lot, but there were a lot of injuries, secrets, kung fu fruits, ore leather materials, silver dollars, yellow croakers, jewelry, silver notes, bonds, telescopes, lighters, Wuji disks, iron gossips, remote-controlled bombs, mobile phones and other debris, as well as bags of all sizes...what should I give up?

Especially the last one, Hong Qingsong puts it on his body to expand space, while Dugu Fu puts it on his body to occupy space.

But can it be thrown away?

Compared to all above, parcels have the highest value. In cross-world transactions, parcels are hard currency, while others, once they cross the world, often have a poor adaptation and their value will be reduced.

Therefore, backpacks must be kept, six-frame space, four-frame weight reduction, eight-frame weightless, and three extra sixteen-frame weightless, which are not useful.

There are two four-frame time expansion packs, all full. One contains ginseng, blood tree, tiger king bone and top-quality kung fu rice; the other contains tiger king skin, tiger king heart, tiger king courage, tiger king eyes, the latter is to create a set of equipment rhythm.

Even Dugu Fu was a little embarrassed when facing this kind of scene.

Suddenly his eyes lit up. From the piles of piles, he quickly flipped out a book box.

This is a good thing!

It is also a type of expansion package. The difference is that this item takes up a lot of space and requires at least four space grids to put it down. However, this thing has a large capacity and can accommodate dozens or hundreds of books at the same time. Of course, it is limited to books.

"Brush!" He stuffed the bookcase into the empty space, and quickly stuffed all the secrets into it. Looking at the piles that had fallen into a circle, Dugu Fu breathed a sigh of relief and continued to be busy.

While busy, a voice suddenly sounded on the silent boat: "My benefactor, that guy... is he dead?"

Dugu Fu looked up suddenly and remembered that there was a living person on the boat. For insurance, he found thirteen seriously injured numbers, two of whom died while waiting. After using the magic killing technique, Dumplingskin was the only survivor. He heard this and nodded: "Can't die anymore."

"Then... benefactor, is this guy's threat real? If he dies, his father will take everyone to bury him? His father is a big man in the heavens?"

"Yeah." Dugu Fu nodded honestly, "But I won't let that happen."

"I believe in my kindness." Jiaozipi nodded, "I will give my kindness to avenge us on behalf of the dead villagers." He tried his best to salute Dugu Fu with difficulty.

"No need." Dugu Fu quickly supported him, "I'm also for myself."

This is the truth.

Look at the drop in front of you, no wonder NPC is so interested in killing Gods. Every player is a mobile treasure house for NPC!

After asking about the situation, after saying thank you, Jiaozipi snorted and stopped talking. He was a dying person, who was still alive for so long that Dugu Fu even doubted whether he was a drama player? He could not die if he had not completed the task.

Letting the boat float on the water, Dugu Fu continued to pack up his spoils, while thinking about his thoughts.
Chapter completed!