"Milk, milk! Milk! Milk!" Changpo said in a dramatic voice, tears streaming down his face. Jian Xin found out that his health bar was almost empty, and he almost died of fright.
Xia Weiran subconsciously prayed, then moved to his side with Qingwu in pairs and provided him with a shield. Seeing that the health gap was too big, Yumi immediately took action! Hanging on to Jian Xin in Chang Po's drama, his strong energy was also used.
Seeing the assistant taking care of Changpo in such a dramatic manner, Jian Xin shed tears. The members of the Qingfeng Chunshui team did not hesitate to turn their guns and attack the sword. At this time, Dao Shijie had come out of stealth and was entangled by Li Yichen.
This warrior was as Ten Tian Yijue said, very fierce and ferocious, trying his best to double his injuries while exchanging blood. He can withstand it, but the price of the knife cannot. When encountering a fool like Li Yichen, he couldn't use his advantages and could only be dragged to his own pace by Li Yichen!
Dao Zizi usually doesn't want to ask for help, but at this time, Xia Weiran, who was hanging on Jian Xin in Chang Po's drama, didn't notice his predicament, so he had to say: "Assistance!"
Hearing the sound of the sword, Xia Weiran, whose vision was blocked, realized that he was almost dead...
Obviously before entering the game, everyone has planned how to play this game, but whether such a plan can be realized depends on luck...
This game was a stumbling one, but overall it was evenly matched. At the last minute, all ten people were left with blood, and they were all the kind with only blood skin. However, the opponent's momentum did not decrease. The two warriors charged. Xia Weiran was about to activate the halo of bad luck. Fortunately, Zhu Yan used a very crucial one before he died. With his skill, he controlled the three people on the opposite side for a second before saving the situation.
Shi Tianyijue and Chang Po were in tears, Jian Xin traded his life for time, and controlled one person each. However, Dao Fei released his skills before his death and harvested five members of the Qingfeng Chunshui team, finally winning the round.
At the end of the fight, with only fifty drops of blood left, Xia Weiran stood on the stage and witnessed the victory of this round.
When she returned to the preparation hall, she collapsed directly in the chair.
Tired, so tired!
Obviously she was playing a holographic game, and she only played it for ten minutes. She felt even more tired than when she was a child, carrying a hoe and hoeing an acre of land!
"Chu Ci, what's wrong with you?"
Seeing that the steam robot that was as stable as a rock on the battlefield seemed to be about to be scrapped at this time, the king had no intention of celebrating the victory and rushed directly to Xia Weiran: "Chu Ci, what's wrong with you? Are you injured?"
"No, I'm fine." Xia Weiran cheered up and comforted the king: "I'm just tired, let me rest for a while."
When the game lasted ten minutes, she even suspected that she was not playing "Free World" but the holographic version of "The King of Fighters". At this moment, she really wanted to push the soldier named Li Yichen to the ground and beat him up, but she really didn't have the strength.
If you think about it carefully, you can't blame her. After all, she was just using her own tactics. It was because she usually relied too much on her skill advantage and neglected to practice her combat skills that she was embarrassed when encountering a melee attack.
"Then you should have a good rest." As a spectator, the king could also see that the members of the Miao Miao Fist team had a hard time winning the game just now, but she did not expect that the support would be so tired. Obviously, she was watching the game. During the match, she protected her teammates very well and didn't make a single mistake before the decisive victory.
Perhaps, the indifference and stability on the battlefield are just pretense and support. On the surface, it seems like it's light, but in reality, it's very thoughtful.
"Chu Ci!" Wang Zhi moved himself through the brainstorming, and he was about to shed tears: "Thank you! You have worked hard!"
