It is enough for Zhang Meng to be able to say one sentence to express what he is thinking.
Afterwards, without any more unnecessary nonsense, he walked around behind Ding Yi and pulled out the long knife.
Blood spurted out, Ding Yi spit out a mouthful of blood, grabbed the mace with both hands, and tried to support his body.
Zhang Meng returned to Ding Yi and looked down at the injured person in front of him, his eyebrows filled with indifference.
"Sure enough, we approached each other with purpose. It turns out that you didn't want to cooperate in the first place."
Ding Yi's eyes flickered and his mouth murmured, as if he wanted to answer something.
However, when he opened his mouth, what he spit out uncontrollably was blood.
The blood that surged up from the throat filled the lips and teeth with a fishy sweetness. From the open mouth, it could be seen that the white teeth were stained with blood.
"No, well, it's not."
Ding's eyes were filled with panic, and there was a fawning smile on his face.
He grinned widely, his slightly exposed teeth stained with blood, and even the corners of his mouth were mixed with sticky blood.
After struggling like this, there was an obvious desire to survive in his words.
The unbearable look in Zhang Meng's eyes flashed away.
Past personal experiences and bloody lessons told him that gentleness towards the enemy is cruelty towards oneself.
He held a golden long knife in his hand, and the slightly exaggerated blade was covered with warm blood.
The blood follows the normal physical rules and is pulled by gravity. It is meandering downwards and collectively gathers at the tip of the knife.
From flowing down like a stream at first, it became a slow drip.
"Tick tock tick"
The very faint sound was the sound of blood falling on the bluestone pavement.
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Zhao Qian, who was so tired that he was sweating profusely, finally gradually became sober.
The two Zhang Meng who could not be defeated in front of them turned into two groups of purple mist in an instant. The condensed purple mist seemed to be blown away by an unknown force.
It gradually turned into purple powder floating in the air, and then disappeared into smoke visible to the naked eye.
"Huh, huhu..."
Zhao Qian took deep breaths repeatedly to relieve the tension in his heart and at the same time restore his usually poor physical strength.
Even though he was awake, Zhao Qian was still horrified.
Zhang Meng, who had been killed repeatedly just now, was like an immortal monster.
Killing has no effect, there is no end at all.
Zhao Qian cheered up and looked around, only to see Li Yiran lying motionless on the ground.
Zhang Meng's back was slightly turned to him. Looking closely, he could see that Ding Ban was kneeling in front of him. The corners of his mouth were full of blood, and the clothes in front of him were soaked in blood.
The scene is difficult to describe.
According to psychological expectations, the three of them worked together to deal with Zhang Meng.
If this is the case, everyone must only need to pay a little, or the props used do not need to be too strong, and they can work together to defeat the opponent.
But he didn't expect that before he could deal with his opponent, his unreliable teammates would be the first to hold him back.
This didn't even bother him.
The most speechless thing is that they died one after another like this. They were completely useless and nothing could be used.
Now that the situation has developed like this, he naturally cannot sit still and wait for death.
Since Zhang Meng has been offended, he must eradicate the root cause.
Zhao Qian took a deep breath and decisively took out a small ball from his bracelet.
The delicate little ball glows with the unique light of metal.
Zhao Qian narrowed his eyes and looked in Zhang Meng's direction, his eyes becoming extremely firm.
"It's time to take out some small killing weapons and use them."
It’s not that he’s always frugal, or that he’s not decisive enough.
Just like when playing poker, no one will choose to play the king at the beginning. They must test the opponent's level step by step and respond according to the opponent's strength.
Now that his teammates are losing one by one, and can no longer rely on their output, they can only choose to deal with it themselves.
"That's fine, they are fighting like snipes and clams."
Now, let him be the fisherman.
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Li Yiran's confused and dull pupils gradually woke up at a certain moment.
Sanity is returning to normal.
At this time, she was lying on the road, with the right half of her face pressed against the cold bluestone. The coldness stung her body, as if penetrating through layers of skin and reaching her brain.
Such stimulation just speeded up her awakening.
Li Yi then suffered severe pain in her head, which made her extremely painful, and the breath exhaled from the tip of her nose became weak.
The fingertips of her right hand moved slightly, and the rough touch of the long whip came to her, making her feel that she was still holding the long whip in her right hand.
Zhang Meng's voice came from behind.
"I was a hunter one second, but I became the prey this second. Sad."
Continuous words and another person's response came.
This made Li Yi realize that the person who attacked him was Ding Yi.
Li Yiran was hit by the pain from the back of his head, so painful that tears overflowed unconsciously from his eyes.
His left hand and bracelet were close before his eyes.
But she couldn't use the treatment tools to treat herself in front of them.
A different kind of despair made her tear ducts suddenly develop.
His eyes were gradually filled with tears, and his vision became blurred.
Li Yiran bit her lip hard to prevent herself from crying out in pain, and also suppressed her crying.
As the mind moves, the fonts on the panel jump out.
[Number of restarts: 1. 】
[May I ask if the player chooses to restart the instance now? [whether]】
Li Yiran can click to restart.
But she can't.
Shuyi probably doesn't know the current situation yet, and she needs to share information with her friends.
Even if you have to restart, tell her.
With this thought in mind, Li Yiran tried her best to hold back the waves of pain.
I silently prayed in my heart that they would leave here as soon as possible.
Although she could choose to play dead and deal with it, she didn't know how long she could hold on.
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Zhang Meng stared at Ding Yi and decided to give him the final blow.
Before taking action, he asked indifferently: "Give you a chance, do you want to choose to restart?"
Seeing Ding Yi's gloomy eyes brighten instantly, Zhang Meng snorted coldly.
Could it be that this person didn’t expect to be able to restart?
After a while, Zhang Meng felt that something was not quite right.
Ding Yi approached him with purpose, hadn't he already restarted it once?
These three people seemed to have cooperated earlier, and their conversations with him, including proposing cooperation plans, seemed to come specifically to encircle and suppress him.
Zhang Meng asked again tentatively: "You haven't restarted it?"
Ding Yi supported his body with his right hand, covered his abdomen with his left hand, and grinned at him.
Blood mixed with saliva flowed from the corners of his mouth.
Zhang Meng frowned.
He couldn't get the answer he wanted, and his feedback was quite uninteresting.
He couldn't help but extinguish the last bit of desire to find out.
The curve of the corner of Ding Yi's mouth was strangely twisted, and Zhang Meng suddenly raised his long knife, intending to cut off the irritating smile with his own hands.
However, before he could take action, there was a burst of explosions.
"boom--"
The loud explosion made Zhang Meng almost deaf.
My back was burning.
The damage from the explosion and the residual force caused him to lean forward suddenly, trying to subconsciously reach out to support his body.
But he discovered that he had lost the right to control his right arm.
He lost his arms and fell to the ground in a daze.
