Why Don't Be Rebel?

A few days later, in the central region of the Cloud Mist Mountain Range, there were many

mountains.

At this time, in a valley, there were rivers and grasslands nearby.

The man in green and the others were resting here, but they looked extremely miserable. All of

them were covered in blood, some had broken arms and legs, and some had their noses and

mouths swollen like sausages. It was as if they had gone for plastic surgery.

They were like patients coming out of a disabled hospital, as miserable as they could be.

At this time, Xia Ping went somewhere else to pee and did not stay with them for the time being.

"F * ck, we can't continue like this. If we are tricked by this bastard into entering those mountains

again, we will be completely finished. We will die without a burial place. Why don't we rebel?"

With a smack, a red-clothed student held a cup in his hand and smashed it hard on the ground,