Chapter 33 The meat grinder is in place - "Famine for All: SSS-Level Talented Brewer"
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By then, a monopoly will be formed.
Blocking people's way of making money is like killing your parents.
What these people fear is not monsters, but the loss of power.
Sure enough, someone took the lead, and all the demons and monsters came to an end.
Not to be outdone, Zhao Kun immediately raised the banner.
"The war alliance accepts people! As long as brothers have weapons, join the group to protect each other!"
Sun Qian's avatar was changed to a red flower with thorns.
"The Rose Guard only recruits female players. The men will get out of here, and the sisters will hug each other for warmth."
The demons were dancing wildly, and the entire channel was completely reduced to a Shura field divided by forces.
Suddenly, some familiar IDs entered the battlefield.
"Believing Fang Yun is a hundred times more reliable than trusting some so-called masters who eat into balls!"
The survivors who had received Fang Yun's favor before woke up from a dream, and voices of agreement sounded one after another.
"That's right! When Boss Fang Yun taught us how to farm, you guys were still eating dirt!"
"Sister Fang Yun, form a group and we'll hang out with you!"
The huge reputation mixed with pressure pressed on Fang Yun.
Fang Yun's breath froze and she looked at the man by the fireplace for help.
Xu Mo's face was as dark as water and he shook his head without hesitation.
"Not the time."
The first thing to do is to shoot the first bird, the gray fog tomorrow night will be the real killer, and forming gangs now is purely because of longevity.
He cut out the private chat interface and sent a line of text to his follower named Wang Xing.
"The most important goal is to survive tomorrow night. Only if you survive can you be qualified to talk about it later. If you have any questions, let's talk about it after tomorrow night."
After a few seconds.
Wang Xing slightly modified Xu Mo's original words and then slammed them into the center of the regional group.
The originally buzzing channel cooled down.
Cold, decisive, with a strong smell of blood.
The frenzy of cliques dissipated like an ebb.
The next morning, heavy fog filled the air.
The countdown is like a reminder.
[Countdown to nightfall: 11 hours and 59 minutes]
Xu Mo decisively crossed out the logging plan on the virtual panel.
How long has it been since you still care about those pieces of rotten wood?
If you don't survive tonight, it's all someone else's legacy.
Rough logs piled up in front of the shelter.
A five-meter-high simple observation tower was erected and the system began to be constructed.
The wooden wedge was smashed into the tenon by the stone axe, making a teeth-searing muffled sound.
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