Halfway around, the evil spirit stopped abruptly, stood there weakly, and looked at the bearded referee for help.
How could the bearded referee care about the evil spirit at this time, he was already completely indulging in shock, and asked in surprise: "Aren't your eyes blindfolded, then how did you see the evil spirit moving? "
Xia couldn't figure out this question once, so of course he wouldn't explain it to the bearded referee. He just smiled inscrutablely and remained silent.
In many cases, silence is better than sound. This smile is extremely deep in the eyes of the bearded referee. No matter how much he thinks about it, he still can't figure out how Xia Yikui did it. In the end, he had no choice but to blame it on his own skills.
The bearded referee raised his hands and shouted in tears: "You win, you win, move this thing away!"
"What do you mean I win?" Xia Yi slightly exerted his index finger, and the trigger clicked rattling.
The bearded referee was in distress. Feeling the murderous aura behind him, the strings in his mind suddenly tightened, and he quickly raised the volume and shouted loudly: "This round, the players have won a big victory!"
As soon as the voice fell, the tape recorder and the evil spirit disappeared at the same time, and the white silk in front of my eyes also slowly turned into fly ash, disappearing in a flash.
With this sentence, the situation in the arena is already very clear.
Many people showed shock and whispered.
The barrier has been pierced by Xia Yihui with a single shot. Even if he is in the barrier now, he can clearly hear the words discussed by people outside. Most of their reactions were extremely shocked, followed by excitedly throwing flowers and blowing kisses at the people inside the barrier.
The bearded referee walked to the edge of the mortgage table in pain, and stuffed the red crystals on the mortgage table into Xia Yihui's arms.
"Hurry up, hurry up."
While urging, he looked back at the place where he fell just now, as if he was confused about why he fell on the ground.
Xia Yi took Hongjing back, smiled without saying a word.
When he turned around, the rough voice of the bearded referee came from behind him again: "A new round of games has begun. Let's bring back childhood memories. Does anyone want to sign up?"
This time the bearded referee's voice was not so energetic, it sounded a little listless.
"Earning 10 red crystals, plus the mortgaged 5 red crystals, and the 35 red crystals in the backpack, we now have 50 red crystals."
When Xia Yihui walked in front of Zhang Qingyu, his hands were full of red crystals, and even his face was imprinted with a shimmering red scene.
Zhang Qingyu pursed his lips and looked at Xia Yihui, his face turned slightly pale, and he looked a little weak. This kind of weakness penetrated into the bone marrow, so that when he took a step, his body swayed.
Xia Yi quickly supported Zhang Qingyu, and said in surprise, "What's wrong with you?"
"It's okay." As he said that, Zhang Qingyu suddenly snorted, and slowly closed his eyes, his long eyelashes drooping down, forming a small shadow area on the lower eyelid.
This made him look alienated and indifferent to the world, like a corner of an old black and white photo, visible but intangible.
"Do you seem to be okay?" Xia Yihui's heart tightened, and he subconsciously touched Zhang Qingyu's arm until he touched the palm of his hand before stopping.
Fingers clasped, intimate.
However, at this moment, Xia Yihui didn't have any serious thoughts in his mind, and no one who held a lump of ice and iron in his hand would have any fantasies.
Zhang Qingyu didn't open his eyes, but his index finger knuckles curled up uncontrollably.
I don't know if it's an illusion, Xia Yihui felt the lump of ice and iron in his hand tremble slightly.
He thought that Zhang Qingyu was extremely cold, even his fingers trembling, so he quickly stretched out two hands to cover Zhang Qingyu's. Unexpectedly, just as the other hand was covering it, Zhang Qingyu trembled even more.
Xia Yi said dully, "...are you cold?"
Zhang Qingyu was dumb for a moment, then suddenly opened his eyes, the eyes were clear to the bottom, and there was not even a little bit of haze in them.
After a pause, he said softly, "You don't have to..."
"No need for what? I don't need to warm your hands?" Xia Yihui interrupted him directly, speaking in a cold tone, "Your hands are so cold, can you still heat yourself?"
Saying that, Xia Yihui couldn't stop feeling strange.
He can say with certainty that before the sixth round, Zhang Qingyu reacted quickly and his marksmanship was very accurate, and there was absolutely nothing wrong with it. But why did Zhang Qingyu look as if he had a serious illness after the game ended
Reminiscent of the sudden recovery of vision in the game just now, Xia Yihui had a faint guess in his mind. He looked normal and asked casually, "Is the aftereffect of using skills a period of weakness?"
Just as Zhang Qingyu was about to open his lips, he suddenly paused, lowered his eyes and glanced at Xia Yihui, "A cliché?"
"Hahahaha..." Xia Yi laughed awkwardly a few times, withdrew his smile, and said seriously, "I'm concerned about you."
He coughed lightly, and a series of questions came out like a series of shells.
"So did you use your skills to save me just now?"
"How are you feeling now? Can you still walk? How about I just keep holding you?"
"Don't feel ashamed, life is more important than face?"
Zhang Qingyu: "..."
Zhang Qingyu didn't reply a word, he just looked down at the two hands that were clasped together, he clenched his fingers hard, let go of them, and clenched them hard again, the cycle repeated endlessly.
It's like suddenly getting a precious and fragile item, wanting to hold it tightly, but afraid of breaking it and hurting, cherishing it to a limit, and can only fall into self-entanglement like this.
Xia Yihui didn't notice Zhang Qingyu's small movements, and all his attention was on the latter's body at the moment.
Strictly speaking, Zhang Qingyu suffered this crime for him. Thinking of this cause and effect, he couldn't stop feeling guilty and angry. There are already enough things owed to Zhang Qingyu, and now they have added two more.
It just so happened that Mei Yougan came up to him at this time, Xia Yihui's eyes lit up, and he said, "Old Dog Mei, you are so angry, please warm your hands to God Zhang. It's as if he just entered a hole in the ice. Everyone is cold."
Zhang Qingyu's face froze, and the speed of speech has never been so fast, "The time limit for the sequelae has expired, so there is no need..."
On the other side, Mei Youqian approached quickly, and the Great God would naturally give up his life to help in trouble, let alone such a trivial matter as warming his hands? Before he came to the front, he opened his mouth and said: "Okay!"
Liu Siqi grabbed the badge on Mei Yougan's shoulder, turned him upside down and lifted him away, and waved at Xia with a smile, "Sorry, we want to play handkerchief throwing again, you should cover it first."
Mei Yougan was in pain from being caught, and said with a dazed expression: "What are you pulling me for? Do you still think that Hongjing didn't lose enough? Besides, I have to cover my hands for Zhang Dashen!"
"Cover your hands." Liu Siqi looked at the retarded expression, "Shake your head first."
Mei Yougan shook his head twice as he said, and looked at Liu Siqi puzzled.
The latter sneered: "Do you hear the sound of water in your head?"
Mei Yougan felt suffocated: "..."
**
Seeing the two walking away, Xia Yi covered up the smile in his eyes, turned to look at Zhang Qingyu, "What did you say just now?"
Zhang Qingyu paused and said something in a low voice.
Xia Yihui deliberately asked again: "What did you say?"
Zhang Qingyu paused, and said with a normal expression: "I didn't say anything just now."
Xia Yi gave a meaningful 'oh', and smiled without saying a word.
After the two interacted, the live broadcast room was also very lively.
Originally he won the game of 'throwing the handkerchief', and the audience in the live broadcast room were all elated, counting the red crystals with their fingers, acting like a standard small fortune fan.
But soon, the painting style changed drastically.
"Does anyone think that Xia Xia laughs like a thief, hahaha?"
"Xiaxia thief Xixi +1"
"The anchor is definitely trying to tease Zhang Dashen hhhhhhh"
"I used to take a look at Zhang Dashen from a distance in the copy of the campus arena. At that time, I really thought that Zhang Dashen was ruthless and cold, killing people without blinking an eye or something, but now I squatted in the live broadcast room for several hours. Oh, I can't think of Zhang Dashen There's such a cute side too, wow."
"I also want to have such a contrasting and cute friend, it's just too cute hahaha"
"If I were Xia Xia, I would rub Zhang Dashen's little face right now, until my face was flushed, and I would be so cute just thinking about it!"
"It feels like two people are really great. The great friendship between friends is a relationship that you can put your back on~~"
After howling for a while, Long Live Friendship, a distinctive barrage suddenly flashed.
"Wake up, which comrades hold hands?"
Many people watching the live broadcast suddenly stopped and fell into a strange silence.
The cp party, who had been watching from the sidelines until now, finally had the right to speak, and immediately happily raised the banner of devious cp, quickly occupying the entire barrage frame with an unstoppable posture.
Many viewers who just came in were looking at the barrage with extremely complicated emotions.
— While others were escaping, Xia Yihui was playing a game. When others were playing games, Xia Yi went to fall in love, and this day was too enjoyable.
the other side.
Zhang Qingyu, who is both a great god and a male god, is putting his hand in his own. At such a moment of ecstasy, Xia Yihui naturally cannot have the leisure time to observe the barrage.
I don't know if it was dry or what, but the temperature of Zhang Qingyu's palm recovered quickly, and it returned to normal temperature after a while, and it was no longer a lump of ice.
The cruise ship was beeping non-stop, the sky was already bright, and the golden sun was shining on the water surface, and the sparkling water patterns bloomed one by one.
Not far away, the noble lady and the noble young master were chasing and playing with each other. A commoner girl tugged at the skirt of the adult beside her and asked in a low voice, "Can I join them? I want to play with my brothers and sisters."
The commoner woman touched the girl's head, smiled and shook her head in refusal, with a gentle but firm attitude.
After a round of games just now, the current time is 8:00 in the morning, and there are still 16 hours before the end of the first round of ghost cards.
The new game of 'throwing the handkerchief' started again. Both Mei Youqian and Liu Siqi had already entered the stage, and each chose a futon to sit on. The nursery rhyme sounded again, but the sound changed back to the original volume. It was for this reason that many people who were far away gathered together again.
Once the bustling crowd crowded, it was very easy to scatter people away, but they couldn't use real swords and guns to drive away the surrounding npcs, so Xia Yikui had no choice but to let go slightly, preparing to get out of the encirclement before talking about the sequelae.
As soon as the fingers tended to loosen slightly, they were suddenly clenched tightly, and the knuckles were pinched painfully.
Xia Yi raised his eyes in a daze.
— This time, it was Zhang Qingyu who held his hand.