Black Moonlight's vest fell again

Xia Zhengrong swallowed the blood in his mouth, pressed the head of the last player, and hit the ground heavily.

Money touches people's hearts, Xia Qizong has such a vicious mind!
Now it's meaningless to talk about fouls and non-fouls. Those players really have a grudge against Xia Zhengrong.

Fortunately, after a series of gang fights without manners, Xia Zhengrong survived with his ability to resist multiple assassinations.

Xia Zhengrong stared at the star, and the voice in his ear was far and near. He slowly aimed the pistol at the player's helmet and pulled the trigger——

Missed.

He tried a few more times before finally succeeding, the watch vibrated:

"Currently [Xia Zhengrong] has completed 5 kills."

"Number remaining: 27"

"Rank: 4"

Xia Zhengrong took a few breaths, collapsed on the ground, and looked at the sky through his swollen eyes.

Looking at it, he laughed.

After giggling for a while, liquid fell from the corner of his eyes into the soil under his body.

"Mom, I did it," he whispered.

The wind blew, and the woods trembled, as if responding to his words.

Xie Yishan sat on the tree and watched the whole process with a complicated expression.

Xia Zhengrong is really... not a pampered dude.

The live broadcast room shared the perspective with Xie Yishan, and everyone saw Xia Zhengrong's miserable appearance at this moment.

Combined with the tragic life experience Xie Yishan just mentioned, there was a burst of crying in the barrage.

Xia Zhengrong's search index suddenly soared!

This scene seems familiar...

Xie Yishan shook his head, quickly put away his sympathy!

This kind of wealthy young man is a monkey spirit, who knows if it's because he is showing his true feelings or if he and Rong Zhi made a deal to earn popularity in front of the camera!
Gan!
Does Xia Zhengrong know what is true and what is false?

Feelings can be used to earn traffic, but what about love?
Seeing the sympathetic voices in the barrage, Xie Yishan had a faint feeling in his heart...a sense of detachment from the world.

It doesn't matter anymore.

In life, who doesn't wear a mask.

Xie Yishan shouted under the tree: "Get up quickly! The gate is about to open for the second time!"

Xia Zhengrong was weak: "You are so cruel, sister Zhi will help me guard the gate, let me be a salted fish for a while."

……

Rong Zhi slammed into the tree, and the leaves fell one after another. Shen Feifei was dazzled and paused for a moment!

In such an instant, Rong Zhi broke free from his hand and stood vigilantly ten meters away.

"Ms. Shen." She was still panting a little, "It's not a good habit to come up and do something casually."

Shen Feifei was thin and tall, looking down at Rong Zhi, his face was no longer smooth and friendly, but indifferent.

"Then... what is a good habit? Rong Shiyi?"

"Or should I call you..."

"The master?"

Rong Zhi said calmly, "I don't know what you're talking about."

The game guns of the two had been left somewhere, and the knife in Shen Feifei's hand shimmered in the dark forest.

Rong Zhi leaned against an old tree and looked at Shen Feifei warily.

Shen Feifei suddenly laughed:
"The leader of Fuhu Bodyguard Bureau."

He rushed forward like lightning, Rong Zhi turned around, and the cold knife cut a half centimeter deep gap in the ancient tree!

"Who would have thought that the head of Fuhu Bodyguard Bureau is actually a young girl?"

"My master is the master." Rong Zhi kicked the tree with one foot and twisted his body, dodging the knife like a light swallow.

"It's a joke, that master of yours is nothing more than your blindfold..." Shen Feifei slashed left and right, and Rong Zhi retreated quickly, "It's you who is hiding behind the scenes and manipulating everything!"

"Don't try to lie to me! The so-called Crouching Tiger Escort is just a trick to cover up what you are doing!"

Rong Zhi panted slightly, and the branch in her hand was cut into several pieces by the knife in Shen Feifan's hand. She quickly outlined the terrain in her mind while running, then quickly chose a direction, and retreated while fighting: "You are not Xia Qizong! man! Who are you?"

After a while, before Shen Feifei could speak, she suddenly lied to him: "You are Saraville!"

Worship of science has penetrated into China?
Shen Feifei narrowed his eyes slightly.

This micro expression couldn't escape Rong Zhi's eyes, she knew it.

The people in Selaville regarded the law as nothing, Rong Zhi turned around and ran away.

towards the lounge.

There are so many people over there, Shen Feifei will have some scruples in doing things.

Turning the corner ahead is the rest room, the grass along the road is getting more and more messy, and there are still traces of crowds, the grass has been trampled full of floating dirt, and there are clear ruts.

Rong Zhi slowed down, staring at the dark corner, the silhouette of the gray roof of the lounge could be seen.

An ominous premonition welled up in her heart.

In the lounge, there was no one there.

The sound of footsteps came from behind, and Shen Feifan said, "Unfortunately, your plan has failed."

"The eliminated player has just been sent out of the park by Xia Qizong's staff."

The corner of Rong Zhi's mouth twitched: "..."

This reality was hammered into my heart like a heavy hammer.

bad luck.

She turned around, faced Shen Feifei, and retreated step by step into the empty lounge.

"I really admire your courage." As Shen Feifei said, he slashed at him with a knife, and Rong Zhi suddenly dodged, the knife missed and hit the door frame, splashing a few sparks, "Dare to lure me into the lounge alone, You want to use the terrain to get rid of me?"

"There is only one door in the lounge, and your actions are more likely to hinder your companion's rescue of you-you are very confident."

"You talk a lot." Rong Zhi interrupted him, "Would you like to admit defeat, come or not?"

The building was quiet, and the few game guns scattered on the ground were left by the players.

Other than that, Rong Zhi failed to find anything else that could be used as a weapon.

Bare-handed fists are not a good choice - she hooked her foot, and the game gun flew into the air, and she held it in her hand, then turned around, avoiding the roaring pursuit behind her, and slammed into the magazine in the rest area In the reading room, dust fell all over her head, and in the next second, her figure disappeared into the magazine shelf.

Shen Feifei laughed, it was just a magazine shelf, how long did she think she could hide it?

The reading room of newspapers and magazines is surrounded by toughened glass, which is very light. Shen Feifei felt that Rong Zhi was in a panic hiding here.

He dragged his knife and looked at the rows of shelves. The sound of footsteps echoed in the empty building, causing echoes.

In a certain place among the densely packed newspaper racks, there was a cluster of loose and skewed rows. Shen Feifan's mouth showed a little bit of cruel curvature. He jumped up, and the long knife rounded perfectly, cutting a clear arc from top to bottom. ——

"Master, go to hell!"

In a certain narrow gap, the girl's back flashed past, and the moment the long knife fell, she swiftly rushed to the distance!

There were wheels under the magazine rack, and a magazine rack rushed out obliquely, just enough to block the rapidly falling blade. After a tooth-piercing creak, the top of the magazine rack was split with a deep crack by the knife.

Shen Feifei attacked again, but didn't pull out the knife abruptly. In the next second, Rong Zhi didn't turn his head back, and dozens of newspaper racks rushed towards Shen Feifan, hitting his chest heavily.

Shen Feifei has been on camera for many years, and his body is thin. After being hit like this, his chest freezes, and black mist appears in front of his eyes.

It took only a short while, before his vision was completely clear, a game gun flew over and hit him hard on the nose!

The cold metal touch and the sharp pain on the bridge of the nose made Shen Feifan's eyes sore, and tears flowed down from Shen Feifan's eyes!

Warm nosebleeds fell on the front of his clothes in strings, and the smell of blood permeated the room.Shen Feifei opened his eyes, and the space between them was already hot and swollen.