Mu smiled softly: "Bao is smart, but it's not enough to just beat him. Bao also wants them to listen to you willingly and loyally. It's the only way for Baby to be strong enough. ”

“Strong as that tenant!” Bao squeezed his fist tight and his eyes became bright and crystal bright, "and then he could protect his mother. ”

The Dutchman?

Mu Yan reacted with a good half, Bao said the emperor.

She glanced at the next courtyard with complexity.

Well... it's been a long time since I've seen him.

Probably, was he really mad that night?

= = =

Over the next few days, the newly established new Ink Camp was collectively plunged into the heat of the water.

This is how they live their daily lives ——

Training, taking Xuan Yao, listening to Xiaoqu.

Doesn't that sound particularly fulfilling?

But actually?

These bloody butchers, who crawled out of the volcanic sea, were no better than dead.

The so-called training is not the training of martial arts or genius.

Instead, let them line up every day, fuck, run back and forth, and these boring, tough guys just want to crash into the wall.

After training, Muang prepared a bottle of Quench Xuan for everyone.

It's a premium Xuan medicine!

Outside the Junjie drugstore, several people broke their brains and couldn't buy it if they wanted to.

But the people at Camp Mo shouted at their mother one by one.

Because that Xuan medicine is so fucking painful!

Your whole body is cut like a burning knife.

It won't disappear for more than an hour.

So every time you take your medicine, you can hear a dozen strong men screaming.

The evening is arranged for a little song?

Isn't that always awesome?

The Mo camp people said I don't want to hear any more songs in my life.

No, for the rest of my life! I don't want to hear it again in my next life!

Because that music has terrible power, and once it's played, it's like they're in an endless nightmare.

Deadly struggle in nightmares to wake up in cold sweat.

Think about it, listening to a song every day is like living a hard life, day after day, who can bear it!

……

Late at night, in Camp Mo.

“Fuck, I can't stand it, I'm getting out of here! ”

“Escape? How can you escape? Do you think you will escape from the courtyard alone, not to mention the heaven that is in the camp? ”

“If you can't get out, you have to! Are we going to be tortured to death here? ”

More than a dozen people from Camp Mo were surrounded and angry to discuss how they could escape the demons of the demon and the king Yan.

Suddenly, a crude voice suddenly interrupted their indignation.

“A bunch of idiots! Haven't you noticed anything that's changed about us these past few days? ”

Everyone heard the words and looked toward Scar Man.

“Changwoo, what do you mean by that? ”

“That's right, what are you, calling us idiots! ”

The scar man, known as Changwoo, looked at several people coldly, with contempt, “He went deep into Baoshan, got great benefits, but didn't know anything, and tried to escape. You're not stupid. What is it? ”

“Changwoo, what did we really get? ”

Changyu took a deep breath and pressed down the excitement and joy from the bottom of his eyes. It took him half a while to silence: “Within three months at the latest, I will be ready to advance to the ranks. ”