While the spirit game is in progress

Ye Dill struggled to resist the dizziness caused by suffocation, and raised her hand to pat Gu Qingqiu's forehead.

But Gu Qingqiu stretched out his long arms, grabbed Ye Dill by the neck, and at the same time pushed Ye Dill away.

With Ye Dill's arm length, it can't reach Gu Qingqiu's forehead at all.

Leaf dill: "..."

It's amazing to be tall and have long arms.

Her gaze was slightly deflected, and the tennis ball that had been thrown earlier suddenly flew up and hit Gu Qingqiu hard on the back of the head.

Gu Qingqiu didn't seem to have regained consciousness now, so his actions were not as fast as usual, and this one hit him easily on the back of the head.

Gu Qingqiu's head was tilted towards Ye Diluo's direction from the tennis ball, and his body also tilted uncontrollably.

Taking this opportunity, Ye Diluo tried her best to raise her hand and stretched forward, and finally slapped Gu Qingqiu's forehead heavily at the moment when Gu Qingqiu's head was closest to her.

At the same time, Xu Xiaopang suddenly bit Ye Dill's finger.

When Ye Dill withdrew her hand, she only felt a gloomy chill creeping into her body from her fingertips.

In the next second, the feeling of suffocation eased, and Gu Qingqiu let go of his hand.

Ye Dill looked at Xu Xiaopang, her eyes narrowed slightly.

Xu Xiaopang smiled gleefully: "Although you didn't attack me on purpose, as long as you hit me, I can bite you."

Ye Dill looked down at her fingertips, there was nothing on them, neither red nor swollen, not even bite marks.

But that cold air never dissipated.

Even though the tennis ball was aimed at the back of Gu Qingqiu's head just now, but Xu Xiaopang was lying on Gu Qingqiu's shoulder, so he could easily touch him.

It was at this time that Xu Xiaopang took advantage of the loophole.

"I..." Gu Qingqiu came back to his senses, he looked around and frowned, "What's going on?"

"You lost consciousness." Ye Dill put down her hand, and explained the ins and outs to Gu Qingqiu. 135 Chinese

After listening to Ye Diluo's words, Gu Qingqiu's eyes were filled with darkness.

He clenched his fists tightly, looking as if he wanted to kill immediately.

"The more determined you are, the less chance you will lose consciousness," Ye Diluo reminded, "Being angry can also easily shake your mind."

Gu Qingqiu pursed his lips, but said nothing.

His brows were tightly frowned, as if he could pinch a fly to death.

But he still listened to Ye Dill's words, and took a few deep breaths to calm himself down.

"Let's go," Ye Dill turned and walked back, "They are still waiting for us where they are."

As she walked, she touched her neck.

The pain on it is still obvious, and I don't know if there are any finger marks left.

This is the second time that Gu Qingqiu has choked her neck.

Probably because of unconsciousness, Gu Qingqiu's attack this time was more ruthless than last time.

If she wasn't fast enough, I'm afraid she would have been strangled to death.

She hoped there would be no third time.

suffer.

Gu Qingqiu didn't say a word, and silently followed behind Ye Diluo.

Ye Dill walked for a while, she suddenly turned to look at Gu Qingqiu.

Gu Qingqiu looked unhappy: "What are you doing?"

Ye Dill took out a rope directly to tie Gu Qingqiu's wrist.

"What are you doing?" Gu Qingqiu's voice sank, and there was a trace of murderous intent in the words he said again.

Ye Dill patiently explained: "You walk behind me, I can't see, if you suddenly lose consciousness and run away, I have to find you again."