Something’s Wrong with This Game — I Became a God by Mining!

Luo Yu forced a bitter smile onto his face.

“If you kill me, twelve explosives will detonate, and a lot of people will die...”

“Do you think I care? How many of them are players?”

Yang Ling said indifferently, “Have you forgotten where we come from?”

Luo Yu’s expression froze.

Yang Ling suddenly smiled. “Besides, I guessed you were a coward who fears death. People like you are the shrewdest.

You don’t care if others go to die, but when it’s your turn, you immediately beg for mercy on your knees.”

Luo Yu was silent for a moment. He glanced at his wounds, slowly pulled Golden Sore Medicine from his bosom, and poured it continuously into his mouth.

After downing seven or eight bottles, Luo Yu finally spoke slowly.