Mass Transmigration: I Have an Armory - Chapter 751

In the basement of Wuhai City.

“Ahhh!!!”

Zhao Jiu sat up from the bed in fear, gasping for breath.

After a moment, a lot of memories flooded into his mind, and he remembered everything.

His name is Zhao Jiu, a member of the Zhao family of Haoyue Empire, born in…

He remembered everything from childhood to adulthood, but he couldn’t remember how many times he died in the hands of Nanfeng.

The tenth time? Or the twentieth time?

Zhao Jiu couldn’t count, he only remembered that every time he was resurrected, he would go to Nanfeng with anger, and then be killed by Nanfeng in seconds, and this process would repeat infinitely.

“Nanfeng…”

Zhao Jiu gasped for breath, anger and hatred occupied his brain again.

“If I remember correctly, you have started to get hurt, and your speed has slowed down a lot.” Zhao Jiu sneered in his heart, “If it comes a few more times, you shouldn’t be able to hold on, right? Haha, level 45, nothing more.”

Zhao Jiu laughed and was about to leave the basement, but found that there was one less bed next to him.

“Hmm? Where’s Zhao Ge’s bed?” Zhao Ge was puzzled.

The bed next to him was Zhao Ge’s. In the previous few times, the two of them were resurrected together, and they sought revenge on Nanfeng together, and they were killed by Nanfeng together, and they were resurrected together again…

Why is Zhao Ge missing this time?

Even his bed is gone?

Is he discharged from the hospital?

Zhao Jiu looked around the basement in confusion, and his face suddenly became solemn.

Not only Zhao Ge’s bed was gone, but at least 20% of the beds in the basement were gone!

He also saw one of the beds faded and became transparent under his eyes, and then disappeared completely.

“This…”

Zhao Jiu began to panic.

Without these strange beds, can they still be resurrected?

With this question, Zhao Jiu stayed in the basement for ten minutes, but he never saw Zhao Ge resurrected.

Zhao Jiu’s heartbeat quickened, and a huge sense of fear filled his heart.

Will he be resurrected the next time he dies?

Zhao Jiu didn’t know.

The anger and hatred in his heart were pushed to the edge of the corner by fear.

He began to be afraid, and he didn’t dare to look for Nanfeng again.

The resurrected Zhao Jiu this time became a timid Zhao Jiu.

He squatted on the ground and trembled, his hands still tightly holding the bed legs, and kept murmuring: “Don’t go, don’t go, my bed, don’t leave me.”

Da, Da, Da.

There were footsteps.

Then, a familiar voice sounded in Zhao Jiu’s ears: “What are you doing? Have you dealt with the two invaders?”

Zhao Jiu raised his head in a daze and glanced at the person who spoke.

“Family… Patriarch?” Zhao Jiu asked in confusion, “You, didn’t you go to Wuti City? Why…”

At this point, Zhao Jiu saw Zhao Yanzhuo’s face that smelled like shit, and immediately shut up.

“Hmph, that damn Yan Shuangying actually called for help.” Zhao Yanzhuo snorted coldly, “Otherwise, how could he be my opponent? What a pity, I almost got Yan Nujiao.”

Even the 45th level family head died once… Zhao Jiu became more and more scared.

“What are you still squatting here for? Get up.” Zhao Yanzhuo kicked Zhao Jiu and said coldly, “Kill these two in the city first, and then I will deal with the Yan family.”

“Yes, yes, family head.” Zhao Jiu was so scared that he trembled all over, followed Zhao Yanzhuo tremblingly, and left the basement.

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(I will add 2,000 words later)