It seemed that Jiang Fang was not so angry.
He was very pleasant, even when his eyes came into contact with Nan Zhou's wound oozing blood down his shoulder blade, the rhythm of his breathing remained at least steady.
It's just that Nanji Xing, who was squatting in his pocket, ran away from him as if he had sensed something, and jumped straight onto Li Yinhang's shoulder.
Su Meiying hurriedly dodged her body.
When she barely stood firm, the residual warmth she had just exhaled from Jiang Fang made her shiver.
She touched her cold neck, and her calf turned slightly.
When did he get close to him
This is simply not possible!
Although Su Meiying's force value is nothing in "Zhaohui", her reaction ability is not bad, and her senses are also blessed by props, which is far beyond the level of ordinary people.
It's impossible for her to be unaware of being so close to her!
Doesn't the intelligence say that Nanzhou is a monster and Jiang Fang is a human? !
On the other side, at the end of the battle, another person was replaced.
Wei Chenghua sensed the threat of death.
His muscles swelled on an even more terrifying scale as the cloud of death and the desire to live enveloped him.
Nan Zhou grabbed his wrist with all his strength, his face unusually calm.
Wei Chenghua, who was forced to fight the trapped beast, roared and threw Nan Zhou against the wall again and again, trying to get rid of his control.
Taking Nanzhou's body as the axis, the wall opened out countless cracks in all directions.
Nan Zhou didn't say a word, but wholeheartedly grabbed his wrist.
Li Yinhang was aroused with blood and anger by the violent smashing sound.
She trotted around from behind Jiang Fang, picked up the dagger, took advantage of Wei Chenghua's full energy on getting rid of Nanzhou, grabbed the dagger in her sweaty palm, jumped up, and stabbed him in the back!
This tie, she exhausted all her strength.
But she was a sneak attack novice after all.
The tip of the dagger seemed to be stuck on the steel, causing Li Yinhang's arm to go numb.
… Li Yinhang was suspended in the air just like that.
It became a little embarrassing to help for a while.
Her brows twitched fiercely, but her heart fluttered, and she still gave up.
She did not let go, but borrowed the force of the dagger hilt that was locked in his muscles, stepped on the muscles of his waist, jumped up, and used another ordinary dagger to stab Wei Chenghua's eyes directly from behind.
She couldn't believe it, this person's eyes could still be made of iron balls? !
Wei Chenghua let out a groan, and a stream of hot blood and tears rolled down his eyes, which had been inserted into most of the daggers.
However, Li Yinhang kept things simple.
She didn't quite understand Jiang Fang's intention of not coming to help Nanzhou close Wei Chenghua.
The pain didn't make Wei Chenghua depressed, on the contrary, it inspired his madness even more.
He hissed and howled, and suddenly shook Li Yinhang to the ground.
Facing Nan Zhou, he opened a wide, coffin-like mouth like a black mamba.
It seemed that he was going to tear off Nan Zhou's head!
Jiang Fang stared at Su Meiying to death and remained motionless.
Su Meiying was very anxious.
She didn't know that Wei Chenghua did this to survive on the one hand, and on the other hand to make the three people present turn their attacks on him.
... He also wants to give her a life...
With tears in her eyes, Su Meiying swallowed her mouth full of sourness, trying her best to use a mocking and vicious tone, "Your lover is going to die."
Jiang Fang's eyes under the light mirror were faint, and he seemed to have no emotion, "You too."
At that end, Wei Chenghua's mouth turned out to be his end.
His head had already expanded to the extreme, and his face had turned into a deep purple, and because of the excessive pulling, the muscles and skin showed a dense, overly tense white.
It's like a skein of sugar being pulled out of a white substance.
The moment he opened his mouth, a certain critical point that his body was struggling to maintain suddenly collapsed.
slap.
His highly deformed head finally burst open like a watermelon.
His giant tower and hill-like figure swayed back and forth and fell backwards.
The countless souls that escaped from this body were like scattered fireflies, with nothing to rely on, and most of them flew out of the window one by one.
A large amount of energy drawn from Nanzhou's body like a water pump was attached to the surviving Nanzhou's body.
They were butterfly-shaped, flapping wings, and perched on his blood-stained lips, on wounds, and on the edges of his torn clothes.
Nan Zhou fell to the ground along with Wei Chenghua, who only had his torso.
Li Yinhang, who was smashed, barely got up from the ground, disregarding the filth that was splashed on his body, and hurriedly approached him, wanting to check his injuries "Mr. Nan?!—"
Li Yinhang was startled when his eyes met with Nan Zhou.
Li Yinhang thought he would faint after being hit by such a strong series of blows.
But Nan Zhou still kept his eyes open, looking more sober than Li Yinhang.
He calmly raised his uninjured arm and wiped the mottled blood from his face.
Only at times like this did his calmness give him a chilling inhumanity.
Seeing that Wei Chenghua was powerless, Su Meiying knew that the situation was over.
She ended the confrontation with Jiang Fang, quickly backed away, smashed the glass behind her, turned her body backward, and fell to the bottom of the abyss.
When the height of the fall reached ten meters, a glider suddenly grew out of her back, sending her into the wind to a bungalow window 100 meters away from them.
Seeing that she had escaped, Li Yinhang rushed to the window, filling his backpack to find out if they had a long-range attack weapon that could shoot her down.
…Unfortunately, the search was fruitless.
Seeing Su Meiying escape like this, she was very annoyed, "Just let her go like this?"
She thought that Jiang Fang had something behind!
Nan Zhou came to the window at some point and looked out, "Don't we also have wings?"
Li Yinhang turned to look at him "… "
Brother, can you have the reaction of a normal injured person who just escaped death
Jiang Fang took off his glasses and wiped them gently with a mirror cloth.
"It doesn't matter," he said.
"It's all dead, people die, don't bother."
Nan Zhou wondered, "Why do you say that?"
Jiang Fang didn't answer, just put on his glasses again and said gently, "Let me see you."
He has been indifferent since just now, as if he was not very angry.
So Nan Zhou let him approach him with confidence, and let Jiang Fang unbutton his increasingly tattered suit jacket, exposing his wounds in front of his eyes.
Fortunately, Su Meiying, who had just collected her own blood, has cancelled the succubus curse.
The new curse has not yet been issued, all the wings on his back have been dispelled, and the horns on his head and the obstructing tail should also collapse.
With Su Meiying's counter-assist, the exhaustion, dryness, weakness and other negative states that plagued Nan Zhou were swept away.
In contrast, even the wound on the shoulder is not so painful.
Nan Zhou sat cross-legged and even asked calmly, "How did you know I was here?"
He just ran away a long way after clearly chasing the encircling players who fled.
Jiang Fang looked at his wound with a thin layer of frost and snow on his brows.
He looked there for a moment and said softly, "Glasses."
Nan Zhou raised his hand and curiously touched the thin and delicate glasses frame.
Li Yinhang didn't care about his sore shoulders, he was busy taking out the wound medicine from his warehouse, explaining, "These glasses have a predictive function. Brother Fang went to see your condition and state as soon as he got it, and came over immediately. already."
She didn't say that if she hadn't practiced long-distance running, she might have been thrown away by Jiang Fang.
Nan Zhou let out an "ah" and wanted to ask something else, but Jiang Fang embraced his body.
Jiang Fang said, "Mr. Nan, you scared me."
His voice was very soft, as soft as a gentle whisper.
Nan Zhou's skin was so white and transparent that it seemed to be transformed into a streak of sky light and merged with the air.
Jiang Fang embraced him like a lonely soul.
Jiang Fang asked seriously, "What should I do if something happens to you?"
"Don't be afraid." Nan Zhou couldn't read the overly complicated emotions, so he looked up at him and analyzed his plan with him, "Wei Chenghua wants to absorb my energy, I am sure to take Wei Chenghua away before he dies. The difference is nothing but death. As long as he is dead, with you, and the South Pole Star, there should be no problem in winning. At that time, the rules will resurrect me. "
Jiang Fang lowered his head and smiled very quickly.
"Why do you listen to the rules?" He said softly and slowly, "I want you to live, and you won't die."
It was like this on the surface, but only he knew how the monster in Jiang Fang's body was rampaging.
When he saw that Nan Zhou's shoulder was pierced through his glasses, the pain pierced his heart and penetrated his heart.
The pain is still sharp, and the pain is driving him mad.
If Nan Zhou hadn't looked at him with the eyes that shackled the monster in his body again and again, he didn't know what he would have done.
Jiang Fang put his arms around Nan Zhou, who was still a little weak, and poured the quick-healing medicinal powder on Nan Zhou's shoulder with the other hand, and smiled tolerantly; "However, our teacher Nan's plans have always been good. What do you want, I will All should be supported, right?"
Nan Zhou blinked, and finally heard something else in his voice.
He raised his eyes and saw Jiang Fang's gentle and unparalleled smile.
The powder that fell on his shoulders was even and fine, and he wiped it away little by little.
His technique was so comfortable that he didn't even feel too much pain.
But when Nan Zhou turned his head to look at Jiang Fang's hand on the floor behind him, he found that it was shaking nervously.
He concentrated and compressed all the madness of his body into that hand.
He forcibly restrained himself from going mad.
Sensing the whereabouts of his gaze, Jiang Fang gently squeezed his chin with his medicinally scented hand, and turned his face over, "Don't look."
Jiang Fang is a fire burning in a box.
He inherited the bad love-crazy gene.
He has always hated his own love supremacy that most likely originated from his mother's body. He had been burned by his mother, so he was even more reluctant to burn Nan Zhou and let him know his madness.
He could not wait to lock up Nanzhou and not allow anyone to touch or hurt him.
But he's fighting his own urge to control, so he can only pretend to be a gentleman.
"Don't look," he said softly.
Nan Zhou sensed his thoughts, nodded, and changed the subject, "What do you mean when you say she died?"
Jiang Fang said, "literally."
He didn't want to talk about his madness, so he talked about a new topic "Do you think that the 'Zhaohui' team is a bit strange?"
From killing the three members of "Zhaohui", Jiang Fang discovered a problem.
They seem too weak.
This "weakness" is not commensurate with their second-placed team score.
Nan Zhou raised his eyebrows slightly.
He felt the same way.
The strength of "Zhaohui" is actually better than that of most players. Of course, this is related to the fact that their original accumulation of blood is too rich, but when they really confront them head-on, their strategy does not appear to be so superior.
Even Wei Chenghua, who has a brain, doesn't seem to be able to support their current achievements with his little brain cells.
…
Su Meiying, who fled away, was like a pink moth, smashed the glass with one end, and rolled into the corridor of the house with the broken glass stubble all over her face.
As soon as her figure stabilized, she hurriedly took out an S-class item from her pocket.
One-click help outside the audience.
She tapped the red button and called to the "outside audience" on the other side.
With every click, one of the precious items in her warehouse will disappear randomly.
Some are s-class props, some are c-class props.
But the red button is always dim, not showing a bit of brilliance, echoing her cry for help.
Seeing that she was the only one left alive, Su Meiying was sweating profusely, and she didn't care about her face, so she hurriedly opened the World Channel.
Everyone in the World Channel has been closely watching the 99ers game.
They can't see the live broadcast, and can only judge the current progress of the game based on the number that keeps going backwards and decreases.
To avoid missing system reminders, no one has spoken in the channel for a long time.
The people in the 99ers game were busy living and dying. Except for some players who left their last words in despair, there were very few speakers.
Therefore, when Su Meiying's sentence jumped into the World Channel, everyone who paid attention to this matter saw it almost immediately.
Zhaohui Su Meiying s!
Is there something wrong with the same question that pops up in everyone's mind
Is this the Su Meiying? That arrogant Su Meiying
She was beaten like s
And the "bronze" who has also been paying close attention to this sudden chaos, Zhou Ao, the vice-captain who has always been taciturn, asked He Yinchuan a key question "... Who is she asking for help?"
Even if she ruined the forceful character and character that she had finally established in front of all the players, the "off-the-court audience help" she cared about never gave her the slightest bit of guidance.
Su Meiying gritted her teeth, scratching her pink hair irritably.
But in the depths of her hair, there seemed to be a tangled ball of hair, which could not be sorted out anyway.
She was so irritable that she almost pulled her hair out.
But she didn't put more attention on that thing, scratched a few times, and lowered her hand.
In other words, there was a force in her that made her subconsciously not touch that thing.
She bit her thumb anxiously and babbled nervously, "As long as we 'Zhaohui' win, we can go back to the normal world to drink beer and eat hot pot..."
"We will have countless money, and each of us will share an equal share. Also, my father, Lao Wei's mother, and Siyan's sister can all survive in the real world."
"We agreed at the beginning... we agreed—"
Sweat beaded on her forehead, slid down her spine, thighs, and cheeks.
This level of sweating is beyond the scope of tension and anxiety.
She seemed to be in a sea of fire, tugging at her collar in annoyance, gasping for breath.
It's just that now, she is too immersed in the emotion of her teammates being wiped out, and she doesn't realize that her situation is different for a while.
…
In the corridor on the other side, after rummaging up and down Wei Chenghua's body for a while, but could not find anything of value, Li Yinhang couldn't help but be disappointed, "There is nothing."
She turned her head and found that Nan Zhou, who had regained his strength, was squatting and studying Wei Chenghua's bursting skull.
Looking at the mass of red and white objects on the ground and the tangled black hair, Li Yinhang couldn't help retching despite having just experienced a brain trip.
Her mentality was like watching her pet poking around the edge of the toilet.
Just as she was about to stop it, she saw Nan Zhou unashamedly sticking out her index finger and thumb, and rubbing it on the messy hair on the ground, pulling out a strand of withered seaweed-like hair attached to her scalp.
Li Yinhang "… "
She can't wait to pull Nan Zhou's hand and rub him seventeen or eight times in and out.
But the next second, Li Yinhang was stunned when he saw what was tied at the end of the "sea grass".
… a pendant-like thing the size of a knuckle of an index finger, growing between the scalp and hair like a tiny tumor.
Upon closer inspection, the tumor had small hands and feet and thin facial features.
It turned out to be a reduced version of Wei Chenghua with seven orifices bleeding. :,