Infinity: Others play games with krypton gold, I play games with krypton life

Based on his previous observations, Xiao Qianchuan quickly organized his thoughts in his mind.

Flower Boy's skills are related to physical fitness.

He was undoubtedly extremely strong and had quick reflexes, but he was not invulnerable.

Recalling the muscular man's action of shooting, Xiao Qianchuan could be sure that the other party did not aim at all, yet was able to hit the target 100%.

Perhaps his skill is "hitting the target every time". Of course, we cannot rule out the possibility that his pistol is some powerful item.

And Jiaojiao's skills are simply too good.

I just don't know if her healing injection has a CD. She can't heal infinitely! Unless she is the system's favorite daughter.

No! Xiao Qianchuan thought about it for a moment and immediately denied it.

Even if it is the system, I am afraid it does not have the right to give players such a miraculous cheat code.

There must be some restrictions on the use of her injections.

Jiaojiao is very defensive against herself and does not conceal the hostility she releases.

After thinking too much, Xiao Qianchuan's headache came back and he tried to relax himself.

But as soon as his headache was relieved, his expression became tense again.

The skills of the old players have been exposed, so what about the new players...

Xiao Qianchuan's gaze passed over Sun Zheng beside him and fell on the woman outside the door.

The woman's long hair covered most of her face, and her large coat completely covered the child in her arms.

Such a big commotion happened here, but the other side was like a quail sitting in its nest, curled up in its own little world, neither sticking its head out curiously nor refusing to move at all.

Except for a few sobs at the beginning, it was very quiet afterwards. Could she...

Before Xiao Qianchuan could come to a conclusion, his attention was diverted by the thing behind the woman.

"what is that?"

Following the boy's gaze, everyone discovered that there was a display screen above the entrance to the hall with several large bright red words flashing on it.

[Isolation Room 1, Isolation Time, 5:03.]

But in the blink of an eye, the number on it changed again.

[5: 02]

[5: 01]

"Shit! This is a countdown. Don't waste time. Find clues and open the door."

After the pretty boy gave the reminder, he pushed Jiaojiao out of the clinic first.

Although it was unclear what would happen when the countdown reached zero, everyone's hearts began to beat rapidly along with the number.

Even the muscular man's expression was rarely tense.

"Find weapons! The attack just now should be a hint. We will definitely have to fight monsters in this dungeon. Before we find the key NPC, we must save our lives first."

Sun Zheng was sweating all over because of the tense atmosphere and looked down at Xiao Qianchuan.

"Let's go find something to protect ourselves."

The person sitting on the ground did not respond, just like a stupid roe deer that was over-stressed, standing there motionless.

Sun Zheng reached out his hand and was about to pull him.

The latter immediately came to his senses, shrugged his shoulders and dodged, shaking his head.

"I'm...I'm sorry. I can't stand up."

Sun Zheng was stunned when he heard this. He glanced at the corpse on the ground, suddenly thought of something, and stepped back unconsciously.

The muscular man also clenched the fire axe in his hand, his expression solemn, as if facing a formidable enemy.

The pretty boy paused, turned around and pointed at Xiao Qianchuan and screamed.

"Are you injured? Bitten by a monster?"

The boy, hugging his knees, tilted his head, "Huh?"

Then he reacted and lowered his head and tapped his calf somewhat embarrassedly.

"No, my legs are numb."

"Dangdang!"

The axe fell to the ground, startling everyone. The muscular man bent down to pick it up and touched his nose awkwardly.

The pretty boy's sticky gaze was fixed on the boy and couldn't be pulled away.

The trousers were pulled up a little because of the boy's bent-legged posture. The exposed white ankles were slender and fragile, which made people think of tender lotus roots just out of water. The taste must be crisp and sweet when bitten.

His throat rolled up and down, and Hua Meinan suddenly felt thirsty. He licked his lower lip and his voice was hoarse.

"Do you want me to massage you? The previous promise still stands. As long as you nod..."

"Brother! I was so scared just now. My heart is beating so fast, please help me calm it down."

Before Hua Meinan could finish his words, Jiaojiao grabbed his hand and placed it on the soft part of his chest.

Sun Zheng stood opposite Xiao Qianchuan, blocking the man's exposed sight.

"Teacher Xiao, then you should take a rest first."

The pretty boy stared at Sun Zheng, murderous intent surging in his eyes. The latter could not help but take two steps back.

"Brother, time is running out."

The man withdrew his gaze and walked towards the isolation room with Jiaojiao in his arms.

"Don't be so naughty! After the dungeon is over, brother will love you well. Let's get down to business first."

Several people raced against time to look for usable items. Only Xiao Qianchuan and the woman holding the child sat in the corner.

Their eyes met, and Xiao Qianchuan hooked his lips at her. The woman quickly lowered her head, not daring to look again.

The painkillers finally took effect, and the injury on his left shoulder was no longer so unbearable. The headache was also relieved a lot, and Xiao Qianchuan stretched his legs, stood up and walked out of the clinic.

The door of the isolation room outside is closed and can only be opened by swiping a card. The countdown on it has jumped to "03:05".

The two rooms had been turned upside down, but there was not much useful stuff found.

Jiaojiao swept all the medicines that could be used into her bag. The pretty boy kicked off the chair leg and tried to swing it. The muscular man found a bandage and was wrapping it around the ulna of his fist. Sun Zheng adjusted his glasses and looked down at a pile of medical records.

"What is our mission?"

The voice was soft and sticky, just like its owner. Everyone stopped and looked.

The young man stood under the light, his shirt snow-white, like an immaculate god, his whole body melting in the sacred halo.

The pretty boy stared at him. If this man was really a god, he would have only one thought at this moment.

Blasphemy!

The muscular man frowned and stepped forward, "This is for you."

Xiao Qianchuan waved his hand quickly, "No, no. You keep this!"

"Take it if you give it to me. My name is Johnson."

Looking at the blood-red axe in front of him, Xiao Qianchuan's shoulder hurt again.

He looked embarrassed, with apology in his eyes and eyebrows, and he started coughing as soon as he opened his mouth.

"Ahem...Brother Qiang, I'm sorry! Ahem...I'm not being polite. I'm just afraid...I can't swing it."

When these words came out, Johnson's expression, coupled with his originally dark skin tone, looked as if he had been struck by lightning.

Jiaojiao burst out laughing and covered her mouth embarrassedly.

"I don't mean to laugh at you! She's just a sick beauty! I understand. Who doesn't like delicate and weak girls?"