It has to be said that this cry saved him from fire and water.
Ding Yi was sweating profusely and felt that Zhang Meng was nagging.
I have no idea what he meant by doing this suddenly.
Could this Zhang Meng have discovered something?
But from beginning to end, he never told anyone else.
Thinking of this, Ding Yi couldn't help but feel guilty and panicked.
Seeing Li Yiran and Zhao Qian in the distance, Ding Yi walked in the direction of the two people without saying a word.
During this period, he did not dare to look back at Zhang Meng.
Ding Yi held a torch and asked the two people walking towards him.
"You, why are you here?"
A smile appeared on Li Yiran's face, and she explained gently: "The two of us feel that since we are working together, it is safer to go together."
At this point, she added a little embarrassedly.
"After all, who knows what is going on with this copy?"
His tone was a little uneasy, and he looked like he was scared.
Ding nodded and glanced at Zhao Qian.
I saw Zhao Qian's eyes blazing, staring motionlessly in another direction.
It was as if he hadn't seen him at all, and there was only one person standing far away in his eyes.
Ding Yi followed his gaze and saw Zhang Meng standing there, watching the three of them chatting.
Now their communication has ended.
Li Yiran also looked at Zhang Meng over there, and her previously reserved attitude suddenly changed.
From a distance in the middle, Li Yiran waved to Zhang Meng and asked kindly: "Shall we go together?"
Now, four people gathered on the street.
Zhang Meng stood alone, his eyes scanning the three of them, but did not respond to Li Yiran's warm invitation.
On the other side, the three of them all focused their attention on Zhang Meng.
There was an indescribable atmosphere, and Ding Yi's hand holding the torch was a little sweaty.
At this moment, a slightly harsh laughter suddenly came from beside him.
Laughter suddenly echoed over the street.
Ding Yi and Li Yiran next to him couldn't help but look sideways, and saw Zhao Qian's fiery eyes and the exaggerated arc of the cracked corners of his mouth.
Then, they saw Zhao Qian walking directly in the direction of Zhang Meng.
Zhang Meng took a step back warily.
Zhao Qian didn't take it seriously. He looked like a good brother, but he rushed towards him with his teeth and claws.
Not only that, Zhao Qian also took out a rope from his bracelet, and before rushing towards him, he swung his arm and threw it towards Zhang Meng.
He made a preemptive strike quite decisively, and at the same time he did not forget to shout loudly to the other two.
"I've already done it, what are you still doing?"
This scene happened suddenly.
Li Yiran suddenly woke up under Zhao Qian's shout.
Props appear out of thin air.
He picked up a long whip with one hand and took out a small ball with the other.
Ding Yi was stunned for a moment, then he threw down the torch and took out a palm-sized box.
I couldn't immediately react in my mind whether I should watch these three people fighting among themselves and reap the benefits.
But after a burst of brain-heat, influenced by the herd mentality, I decided to go with the trend.
Zhang Meng had been watching the actions of these three people.
Seeing Zhao Qian's unusual movements, he quickly took out a short knife from his bracelet and took a pill.
Zhao Qian is a fat man, so even if he seizes the opportunity, his movements are still not very fast.
Zhang Meng, who boasted that his physique was far superior to that of Zhao Qian, chose simple physical combat when faced with someone who attacked him physically.
But he really didn't expect that Zhao Qian could throw a binding prop.
Being unprepared, he could only hastily put a short knife against the rope and cut it in the middle, but it failed to resist the effectiveness of the rope.
The rope that was originally broken into two parts seemed to have an automatic guidance function, binding Zhang Meng's left arm and body together.
Zhao Qian's eyes lit up, he took out a hexagonal dart and threw it towards Zhang Meng from a distance.
Choosing to pounce first does not mean that he wants to fight in close combat.
Facing a physically strong enemy, close combat is almost equal to death, so using props to siege is a good strategy.
Zhang Meng stepped back continuously, holding a short knife in his right hand to guard against Zhao Qian, and using the muscles of his left arm, he struggled to break away from the rope.
Seeing the darts being thrown, he quickly swung them away with his short knife.
"Ding--"
The dart landed on the spot without causing any damage.
When Zhao Qian saw this, his face turned green.
"A broken dagger has such a high star rating."
After saying that, he waved his hand, and the six-star dart that fell on the ground flew back into his hand.
After pulling some distance away, Zhang Meng decisively cut the rope with a short knife.
Everything happened in a flash of lightning.
Ding Yi, who suddenly faced the challenge, thought about what props to use. Zhao Qian and Zhang Meng had already fought one round, and Zhang Meng was about to break free from the rope.
At this time, Ding Yi had opened the box in his hand and blew in the direction of Zhang Meng and the others.
Just when Zhang Meng got rid of the rope and decided to fight back, purple dust suddenly fell on him.
The purple powder was extremely agile, as if it had a life of its own, floating freely in the air, and not a single particle of purple powder fell to the ground.
The purple powder flows back and forth, creating a dreamlike scene.
At the same time, Zhang Meng suddenly felt dizzy, and the scene in front of him became psychedelic.
As soon as such an atmosphere appeared, the people who were attacked indiscriminately were also Zhao Qian, who was in the same space.
Zhao Qian was also dizzy at this time, and saw two Zhang Meng.
Being unreasonably implicated by Ding Yi's range attack item, Zhao Qian angrily cursed: "MD, it's useless."
As a result, a strange scene appeared on the street.
A purple mist appeared inexplicably, and the person whose whole body was covered in purple powder could not see the surrounding situation clearly.
Li Yiran, who was standing on the edge and watching, was also affected, and his mind became dizzy.
He only had time to ask: "What is this... prop of yours?"
Ding Yi, the only one who knew, opened his eyes wide and shook his head repeatedly, trying to keep himself awake.
"A range attack prop."
After explaining, he smiled stupidly, "It is very lethal and does not distinguish between ourselves and the enemy."
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In the darkness at the corner of the street, Xin Zhixia, who was intent on watching the show, called her high-end.
"This prop is really high-end."
Greedy as she was, she still frowned, her eyes showing confusion.
It always feels weird.
It's certainly a good thing that these four are fighting amongst themselves.
Can……
It would be too impulsive to suddenly attack someone without a cause or effect.
It is also very inconsistent with the mentality of veteran players.
For a moment, she even imagined a possibility.
These three people have all restarted the dungeon, and Zhang Meng was their biggest enemy before.
What about herself?
You wouldn't have been hiding from the beginning to the end, waiting for them to fight among themselves every time, and do this kind of thing of killing someone with a knife, right?
If this is really the case...
Xin Zhixia just wanted to sigh, this lucky blessing from Genus was really too powerful.
The players assigned to her are all reckless and impulsive types.
Xin Zhixia has mixed feelings of joy and sorrow, and I don’t know how to evaluate it.
