Seeing that Wei Chenghua was at a disadvantage, the duplicating glasses man who had already escaped a few steps away turned back in a panic, "Old Wei!"
Wei Chenghua took a few steps backwards, panting heavily, his hands piercing sharply to his heart, shaking like a sieve on his side.
The man with glasses turned his eyes, copied two Wei Chenghua out of thin air, blocked the corridor, and once again blocked Jiang Fang's two playing cards for Wei Chenghua, he hugged Su Meiying and shouted sharply, "Old Wei! kill me!"
Wei Cheng turned into a body for a while and shouted, "Can't you copy another one!"
The man with glasses shook his head, "The cloned organism is fake! I can't replicate the real person! I can't give you what you want—"
Wei Chenghua's expression revealed an undisguised, embarrassing pain and hatred.
-one person!
Only one person pushed them to such a point!
When he was about to fall, the man with glasses didn't dare to waste any more time and threw Su Meiying at Wei Chenghua.
After Wei Chenghua caught her with his wounded hand, the short man with glasses strode back to him, raised his hand and held the big gold chain that seemed to be vulgar and vulgar around Wei Chenghua's wrist.
After Wei Chenghua weighed the situation in front of him, he roared helplessly.
The gold chain glowed with false golden glow, and if it was real, it pierced the skin of the man with glasses.
The boy with glasses was afraid that he would not be able to let go, so he firmly grasped his wrist.
He wanted to pull out a smile to comfort Wei Chenghua, but the corners of his mouth twitched.
His eye sockets were sunken quickly, and the moisture of his skin was drained at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning gray and withered.
In less than three seconds, the man with glasses willingly turned into a highly dehydrated corpse.
And after leaving a person who was sucked dry, Wei Chenghua's already strong muscles swelled outwards visibly.
His eyes are scarlet, and the purple blood threads in his eyes are open, like a bloodthirsty dragon's eye.
Roshan Wei Chenghua roared, and punched two copies of himself that stood in front of him.
Flesh and blood splattered, brains splattered!
However, just behind the corpse that flew apart, it was empty and no one was seen.
Wei Chenghua "… "
His fist filled with anger and blood froze instantly.
He sacrificed the life of a teammate, in exchange for nothing? !
Wei Chenghua, who was like a trapped beast, walked around the corridor twice, but still no trace of Jiang Fang was found.
This intense emotional silt quickly poured out from the bottom of his heart, blocking every blood vessel in his body.
He punched the side wall.
The whole corridor shook shaky.
Wei Chenghua roared a few times in a muffled voice, in order to release the depression that had accumulated in his chest and was about to boil and cook his internal organs.
After frantically attacking the wall twice, he suddenly heard a weak female voice "Are you fucking crazy?"
... Su Meiying woke up.
Wei Chenghua then remembered his responsibilities, picked up Su Meiying, who had just woken up from a coma and hadn't figured out the situation yet, without saying a word, and ran off into the distance.
Although Su Meiying woke up at the beginning and had no impression of everything about her talent, she would see with her eyes.
Ren Liangji whose throat was slit.
The invisible Aishi with the back of his head pierced.
The glasses man Wang Huazang who was sucked into a human fuck.
Her slender and short body shrank, curled up in Wei Chenghua's arms like a mountain of flesh, and the small bells used for decoration on her body shook, making fine bells.
She lowered her voice and asked "... how many people?"
The encirclement of a few people can force them to this level
Wei Chenghua did not speak.
Su Meiying was furious, her sharp fingernails pinched Wei Chenghua's tense shoulder muscles, and her hands hurt. "You talk! Are you deaf? Are you dumb?"
Wei Chenghua still ran forward without saying a word, as if he really lost some of his senses, no pain, no hearing.
…
At the same time, using the human skin puppet left by Yi Shuige to cooperate with himself, Jiang Fang, who killed three people by one person, pushed the "wall" out from a wall.
This is the latest S-class item they added in the "Colosseum" double match.
Because the copyright is bought, it can be called an arbitrary gate.
A Doraemon-shaped door handle, as long as it is inserted into the wall, can open any place like a zipper, opening up a small space of nearly 30 square meters from the void.
There are still 6 times of use left, and the switch will consume the number of times.
Jiang Fang did not intend to dodge Wei Chenghua's attack.
… if it wasn't for the "sixth sense" cross he had hanging on his chest cracked.
This thing was snatched from the trio in the Sand, Sand, Sand dungeon. It was specially aimed at non-physical monsters, and would shatter immediately if there was any danger.
It wasn't supposed to be in player-versus-player v-matches.
And the warning of this thing obviously saved Jiang Fang's life.
He tore off the cross that had lost its function, put it in his pocket, walked slowly to the three corpses lying down in the corridor, crouched down, and examined it carefully.
What he cared about most was the death of the Mr. Glasses.
After a simple inspection, Jiang Fang was convinced that the gentleman surnamed Wei should have the same absorption prop.
It can quantify the energy in the human body, use it for its own use, feed back the prop owner, and achieve the greatest explosion in a short period of time.
I just don't know how long his extreme state will last.
Jiang Fang walked towards the balloon-like puppet that Yi Shuige had left for them. When he put the puppet back in his backpack, he leaned over and picked up the corner of the book of curses that he had pressed under him.
He pinched the corner of the half-page paper in his palm and frowned slightly.
The new curse is already in effect
Jiang Fang knew that Nan Zhou must be suffering very hard now.
The cursed item has not been completely destroyed, and it was pinched in the hands of people like Su Meiying. I don't know how much he will suffer.
But he also knew that in addition to being tough and crazy, he should also avoid the unstoppable edge in time.
Just now, the fragmentation of the cross is the warning he should heed.
Jiang Fang has always been like this.
He is even mad with restraint, advance and retreat, and purpose.
Now he has to go back to confirm the situation of Nan Zhou.
He turned back to the corridor where he was before, and placed Doraemon's doorknob on a blank wall.
Click.
After a twist in the void, the wall opened in response.
After opening the wall, his eyes happened to meet Li Yinhang who was anxiously circling the room.
When she saw Jiang Fang coming back, she hurriedly greeted her, "Brother Fang, something is wrong with Teacher Nan—"
…
At this time.
In another corner of the house.
Wei Chenghua's terribly swollen muscles have returned to their normal appearance.
But his height was a few millimeters higher than just now, and his muscular outline was more solid.
Obviously, Wei Chenghua before entering "Gravity" was not like this.
His muscles, strength, and bravery were all built up bit by bit with the blood of countless people.
Because at his feet lay two new, dead bodies.
It was two girls with frightened faces.
The same age as the flowering season has been drained ahead of time, turning it into a withered twig, lying on the ground withered, waiting to rot.
Wei Chenghua wiped the glowing gold chain on his wrist, thoughtfully.
Su Meiying, who understood the current situation, has sent a new round of madness.
Her pink scar, which had healed, was cracked again under the violent mood swings and twisted facial muscles, and she had to take the hemostatic again.
She contained bitter and nauseating medicine like jelly beans, twisting her hands together tightly, her pink hair sticking to her dry and chapped lips, revealing her nervousness and anxiety at the moment.
Wei Chenghua stopped mentioning the fact that they were almost abused by one person, and said lightly, "We shouldn't have left them there."
Su Meiying shook her legs and said nonchalantly, "You don't need to bring their bodies, we don't have enough storage space."
"Besides, they will come back sooner or later, and then they will have to deal with their own bodies by themselves? It's not disgusting enough."
Su Meiying spoke firmly and arrogantly, as if the three dead teammates had already stood in front of them alive.
Of course, there is no dispute.
Wei Chenghua clenched his fist as big as a sand hammer, "Yeah, as long as we win, they can come back."
"...just win."
Su Meiying repeated Wei Chenghua's words.
She said seriously, "Our wishes, none of them can be missing."
"As long as our 'Zhaohui' wins, we can go back to the normal world to drink beer and eat hot pot. We have to have countless money, and each of us will have an equal share. And my dad, your mom, four-eyed him Sister, you can also live in the real world. We agreed from the beginning, didn't we?"
The five of them share the same goals and the same beliefs.
Their interests are paramount.
As long as they can live by themselves.
Others can't survive them, it's useless.
Wei Chenghua lowered his eyes and looked at the two corpses on the ground.
"Have the old problem of sympathy committed again?" Su Meiying saw through his mind and sneered, "Of course we have to go back alive, and the others are fine."
Wei Chenghua nodded and agreed, "...If everyone goes back, they will tell those people about us outside."
Su Meiying raised her chin proudly, although her face was so dirty that she couldn't take a closer look.
"So, we'll be the only champions. The only ones who get out alive," she said viciously and sincerely.
Wei Chenghua "Yes."
The petite Su Meiying stepped over the two people on the ground, not even giving a sympathetic look to the incompetent loser, "Go, work."
But her heart was far less relaxed than she was verbally.
She put her hand in her pocket and clenched the volume of "Whispers of the Succubus".
Jiang Fang caused "Zhaohui" to suffer unprecedented losses, and of course she wanted Jiang Fang to compensate according to the bill!
Now that Nan Zhou is in her hands, she can't help but ask for anything, round and flat!
However, when she opened the booklet, she remembered that she had used the third-ranked powerful curse before she went crazy.
That curse could make all the curses available in her entire book void.
In addition to being distressed, Su Meiying also received a little comfort.
After that curse is activated, Nanzhou will completely turn into a monster on the physical level!
However, before she could be happy for a while, she realized something was wrong.
It's like... that curse, didn't burn out
She hurriedly opened it and found that the other cursed tattoos were still in a normal and usable state.
But when she tried to relaunch the Curse Suffocation experience, the newly torn curse didn't work as it should.
When this happens, there is only one possibility—
The last curse has not been fully implemented, and the next one cannot be used.
… In short, it's a card bug.
Su Meiying gritted her teeth and stopped Wei Chenghua, who was about to find the next target, "...Go back!"
Wei Chenghua frowned slightly, "Huh?"
Su Meiying's voice became even more shrill with anger, "Go back to the place where we met Jiang Fang just now! Hurry up!"
She wanted to retrieve the unburned curse, and after trying to revoke it, she tossed Nanzhou hard.
But when he returned to the original place, the half-page corner had been recycled by Jiang Fang.
Searching to no avail and Su Meiying stomping her feet in anger, she didn't even notice that the tiny whispers leaking from her teeth were oozing from the cracks in the wall less than thirty feet away from them.
…
There is about 30 square meters of usable area in the space. The walls are made of gray and black cement. After the door is closed, there is no natural light source. There is only a light bulb tied to a plastic rope, hanging quietly in the air. .
The furnishings here are fairly simple.
A small table, two wooden chairs, and a single bed.
It's like an air-raid shelter built to avoid bombing and bombing in the past war years.
Jiang Fang's eyes fell on the only bed in this small space.
The sheets at the foot of the bed were messy, covered with scratches, and the fibers were so tight that they seemed to break at any time.
Nan Zhou's bare foot was resting on the hard grid-like bed rail on the bottom side, his suit pants slipped to the bend of his knees, and his calf muscles bent into an arc that he tried to endure.
One of Nan Zhou's socks had completely fallen off, and the other slipped off his ankle and hung on his tightly buckled toes.
Because the South Pole Star does not exist as a teammate, it can freely enter and exit the storage slot.
It plays with a heavy heart, and when it sees a moving long object, it plays with its heart, and hops to and fro on its sensitive long tail.
The tail is irritated by its rua and swaying to and fro.
Every time he moved, Nan Zhou's breathing choked.
This rhythm of choking and breathing makes people feel that Nan Zhou will faint at any time due to excessive breathing.
But he was always awake.
Li Yinhang looked at Nanzhou on the bed with his back to them, and his groaning voice almost choked, "It suddenly became like this—"
—Nan Zhou’s snow-white shirt was torn apart by the layers of wings on his back, and a pair of tattered succubus wings about half a zhang long seemed to have been overplayed, hanging under his delicately curved shoulder blades, flapping slightly write.
Jiang Fang's voice was indifferent to anger and anger, "Well, I see."
Li Yinhang said with a crying voice, "Do you need me to close my eyes?"
Jiang Fang walked to the side of the bed, "Well, it's hard work."
Nan Zhou turned his back to him, exhaling and inhaling. The suffocating vulnerability made Jiang Fang unconsciously hold his breath.
The Adam's apple moved up and down for a while before he remembered to breathe.
Jiang Fang stepped forward.
He noticed that Nan Zhou, who heard the footsteps, bowed his waist with vigilance like a small beast.
Jiang Fang said softly, "It's me."
Only then did Nan Zhou's tightly hunched back muscles relax.
Jiang Fang was also able to see the whole picture of Nanzhou now.
The buttons at the hem of his shirt were freed.
Beads of sweat dripped from his lean, sensual belly, which was clearly rising and falling with the arc of his breath.
And on his beautiful belly button as long and narrow as a cat's eye, there is a brand new kinky tattoo.
… is a winged devil totem that resembles the male reproductive system.
His tail was red with ripeness, and the fine fluff covered it was stained with sweat, making it seem a little heavy.
Jiang Fang said, "Mr. Nan—"
As soon as the voice started, Nan Zhou's pair of wings with bone traces suddenly attacked, and took Jiang Fangquan into his arms.
Jiang Fang was caught off guard, so he hurriedly reached out to maintain his balance, but accidentally held down Nan Zhou's wrist that was tightly bound by his choker.
… He was really obedient and didn’t break.
With a little light shining from outside the wings, Jiang Fang saw the sweat glistening on his hair, and the silver ornaments of choker fell on his messy hair, reflecting the broken light.
More importantly, two pointed, red and black horns grew on his forehead.
so cute.
Jiang Fang's heart was instantly soft.
Nan Zhou held him tightly with his wings, and his wings were too sensitive to touch, so they barely formed a disjoint triangle.
Nan Zhou whispered, "Don't look at me."
Jiang Fang raised his hand and touched his horn, and Nan Zhou's face changed slightly.
The tiny electric current ran down that corner and directly drilled into his brain, causing him to go soft all over.
Jiang Fang noticed the change in his demeanor and hurriedly withdrew his hand.
His voice was surrounded by wings, with a little echo, "Are you uncomfortable?"
After listening to Jiang Fang's words, Nan Zhou had to concentrate again and experience the lust and desire that was raging around on his body, and hesitantly took two small breaths, "Well.
Jiang Fang breathed a sigh of relief.
… Fortunately, Nan Zhou has not completely lost his mind.
His gaze was on his palm.
There was half a page of cursed props that had not been burned.
… Is it because it hasn’t finished burning yet
After feeling relieved, Jiang Fang carefully pushed Nan Zhou's sweaty hair one by one and straightened it.
Make him comfortable even a little bit.
Nan Zhou kept his mouth shut and made no sound.
Jiang Fang smiled and said, "How come you look like a cat." She has such strong patience.
"... Hmm." Nan Zhou gave a soft reply in his throat. He glanced from the corner of the eye and happened to see the back of Jiang Fang's blue and red hands.
At this moment, his disobedient tail wrapped around Jiang Fang's leg unusually smoothly, and pulled him, "Are you injured?"
Jiang Fang coquettishly said, "It hurts."
Nan Zhou twisted his body and stared straight at Jiang Fang with his slightly red eyes affected by the succubus effect.
He moved his uninjured hand, and asked in a low voice, "...I also feel pain. Why?" :,