Damn, isn't this the [Death Arena]?
Unlike the previous chicken-eating game invitations, players in [Death Arena] can bring any equipment and talents they want.
But this is really dead.
But in the mouth of the god Mingheng, he is not dead?
Lin Xinran thought for a moment and walked forward.
"I didn't expect to meet God again. I seem to be very lucky today. What's the name of this game?"
"It's you!" The god Ming Heng looked at Lin Xinran, smiled slightly, and said, "You've grown very quickly, and helped the human camp achieve victory. As NPCs, we naturally have some small powers, so it's easy to keep you alive."
"As for this game, well, let's call it Peace Arena!"
"Everyone must really like peace!"
As long as you like it.
Lin Xinran doesn't want to participate in this arena. His level is high, but he can't get higher. He can only wait for the people in the zombie camp to persecute him!
Therefore, she planned to continue to brush the dungeon and obtain attributes.
At this moment, one person in the crowd was very excited.
"Does this game require 10 people to play together? Doesn't that mean that as long as my teammates cooperate with my kills, I can instantly level up by 1?"
"Then surpassing Lin Xinran wouldn't be easy, right?"
"What are you hesitating about?"
Everything this person said fell into Lin Xinran's ears, and the god was omnipotent, so he naturally heard it as well.
He still had a smile on his face and didn't refute.
Lin Xinran knew that this god with a bad taste was planning something bad.
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