Bug Master In Doomsday

"Brother Yang Rong, you said before that you broke through a certain kind of shackles. Since you already have this kind of power, can you be regarded as an ordinary person?" The tired young man with a cigarette in his hand frowned and asked.

Yang Rong took a deep look at this person, and said lightly: "Of course I am an ordinary person, but I don't have any abilities. The human body that has not joined the legion is still pure, at least there is no dissimilar energy.

It seems that my body has changed because there is too much energy in the air, it has changed my body subtly! "

Yang Rong said, pushing the black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, his bright, eye-catching eyes half looking at the sky, and after a long time, he said coldly:

"I can guarantee that everything I say is true, and I hope you brothers can believe me! We have been enslaved for too long. This group of people has long forgotten that we are humans just like them!"

"Why are we fortunate to have toiled for a month, so tired and sweaty every day, that we only get four or five golden dragon coins?!

Those with supernatural powers, legion leaders often have a pot of tea, and the price of a pile of vegetables is worth our one-year salary. Why? Is it strong? Does it depend on the background? "

Yang Rong’s thunderous words fell in the ears of the crowd gathered, like a thunder flashing in the empty valley, and the loud noise was recalled in their minds.

"Where there is oppression, there is resistance! As for ordinary people, why don't we resist?

This is the end of the world, and the most intuitive way to classify classes is strength. Now this is an opportunity, an opportunity for a carp to jump through the dragon gate. Whether you can grasp it or not is up to you! "

After Yang Rong finished speaking, he took out a crumpled cigarette from his pocket and straightened it with his fingers before it lit the fire. He vomited a mouthful of dirty smoke, and his eyes were still astonishingly bright.

"There are 16 million people in the city, of which only one or two hundred thousand are occupied by the supernaturalists and the major legions. We must unite the masses, work together for us, and fight for the benefit of everyone!"

At the moment, some of the people gathered were hesitant, some were excited, and more were frowned-up brows thinking about the pros and cons. Yang Rong didn't say anything, just a pair of bright eyes swept over the crowd, quietly. Smoking a cigarette.

"Brother Yang Rong, I understand your thoughts very well, but you also know that old brother, I also have a wife of chaos, a son of seven or eight years old, I'm sorry...I don't get involved in this matter!"

A young man wearing a peaked cap stood up, sighed deeply, then lowered the brim of his hat and left here.

"It's okay! Does anyone want to quit? If not, I'll just say a few more words."

Yang Rong stepped on the burnt cigarette butts in his hands and smiled at everyone, "Actually, my purpose is very short and clear. That is to be the lord of this city of Uther. Although it is difficult to achieve, it is always difficult to achieve. A little hopeful, isn't it?!"

"Oh!" A few people stood up again, turned their heads and left. There were only a dozen people who gathered next to Yang Rong, all of them all strong young men.

They are still young, under so much oppression, the grievances in their hearts have already accumulated, and now there is a chance to stand up and sit on their masters, how can they not be moved!

Yang Rong looked at them with enthusiasm, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became more and more vigorous, "Everyone, you have to unite with friends and family around you. The time has come, and it is our chance to leap into the dragon gate!"