Overlord, Love Me Tender Chapter 501: The so-called strong

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Yes.

Sneer, ridicule.

In Ye Qingluo's words, these two emotions are undisguised.

Such emotions make these self-esteem teenagers unbearable.

"The Castle of Death... is more terrible than a class rivalry?" Ye Qingluo raised her eyebrows slightly, smiling but not smiling, "You think that as long as you are an individual, you can cultivate some profound energy and train in a regular manner every day. Called the strong?"

The teenagers bit their lips, trying to refute.

Ye Qingluo didn't give them a chance to speak at all, and he said directly: "The so-called strong, who didn't come here on the tip of a knife?"

"Why do I want to organize everyone to conduct actual combat training? The days you have spent are not enough to teach you what is the weak and the strong, and the strong is the respect?"

"In the face of a real battle, it is to take your fate. From the time you choose to cultivate profound energy, choose to be a master, and train with great concentration, you are destined to embark on this **** road."

"This road is paved by the blood and corpses of countless weak people. If you don’t want to be one of these corpses, and you don’t want to be a stepping stone under the feet of others, then try to make yourself better. Strong."

"The only way to survive is to become stronger! Because, since you choose this path, there is no way back. Either you die, or the enemy die."

Sentence after sentence, spoke out like a bombardment.

Ashamed appeared on the faces of the teenagers.

They claim that they are no longer a waste.

I think one day, standing in front of those who have bullied them, and teaching them severely.

Think about it now, this idea is really naive.

I think I am already a strong man.

They, who are afraid to shrink when they encounter danger, are simply embarrassing.

"Sister is right." Limao patted her little hand fiercely, and her shiny eyes looked at Ye Qingluo in admiration, "How can there be such a good thing in the world? I want to be a master if I don't want to pay. Which is strong. The person did not come out of the horrible storm. A profound practitioner who has not experienced life and death is not worthy of being called a strong one."

After a few words, the teenagers who spoke were even more ashamed.

Ye Qingluo was silent for a long time.

Until these teenagers turned red and wanted to dig a hole in, she slowly spoke; "Now, finally, there is an opportunity before you. This opportunity, do you want it or not."

"Yes!"

"Even if it is dangerous! How do you know if you haven't tried it?"

The blood in the hearts of the teenagers was completely ignited.

If you don't want to pay, how can you get rewarded?

Why do you still have to be strong?

I want to feel, I want to be promoted, I want to be strong.

We are about to realize everything when we are close to death again and again!

They followed Ye Qingluo to form the Tianxia regiment for actual combat training or to become stronger?

Because of a castle of death, they even forgot their original intentions!

"But... this opportunity is not available to everyone." Ye Qingluo watched everyone cheer up, without the timidity that he showed when he heard the Castle of Death yesterday, and the corners of his mouth smile faintly.

She swept across the young faces in front of her, and remembered the determination of the teenagers' eyes.

"The Castle of Death is very dangerous, and it is very likely that there will be another wave of unknown dangers. I am not willing to send you to death in vain."

As soon as Ye Qingluo's words came out, the teenagers were stunned.

What does this... mean?

Don’t you go to the Castle of Death?