I am friends with the system

The blue shirt was hit hard on the face by the staff, his heart was bleeding, shameful, his blue shirt has never been so embarrassing, thinking that this embarrassing scene will be posted on the Internet , He has the heart to die, his eyes are full of killing intent when he looks at Zui Xiangsai, he wishes to shave the hateful woman in front of him alive, but he can't even move a finger, he can only let it go, even he wants to scold her It doesn't work to vent a few times, because every time he opens his mouth, that nasty woman will smash his mouth with a staff with a big iron ball inlaid, oh my god, his teeth are knocked out , This is the staff designed by that bastard, is that the staff?That was clearly a murder weapon!

The blue shirt who can't do anything can only resist with her eyes, but Zui Xiangsia doesn't care at all, the expression on her face is extremely excited, that look makes Ye Chen shiver, the second sister is a violent maniac.

-120, -150, -101…

Tiny damage figures kept rising from the top of the blue shirt, thanks to the fact that several of his armors had fallen off, and he was in a weak state at this time, otherwise Drunken Acacia's physical attacks would not be effective, but even so, More than 100 points of damage are nothing to the weak blood volume of the blue shirt. Without dozens of hits, he can't be killed at all. Generally, players hope that the more resistant they are, the better. The slower it is, the more it is a kind of torture for him, the more it is a kind of torment, he can't wait to kill himself after drunk lovesickness, at least then he won't need to suffer this kind of shame again.

bang, bang, bang...

Zui Xiangsi slammed hard on the rather handsome face of the blue shirt. At this time, the blue shirt was disheveled, with bloodstains on his face, and he didn't have the slightest bit of vigor when he came to Wucheng District.Where is there still a little bit of unrestrained and uninhibited, where is there still a little bit of aloofness, where is there still a little bit of cynicism.

At this time, the once mighty man only had humiliation and anger on his face. He looked so powerless, so helpless, even pitiful. Many Qingyu blood-sucking players around him looked at him with sympathy, although So, but if they have a chance to kill Blue Shirt.They still won't hesitate a bit, the kindness to the enemy is the greatest cruelty to themselves.

Finally, under the watchful eyes of more than 1000 players, the blue shirt was emptied of blood.Slowly kneeling down in front of Zui Xiangsi, the female mage laughed arrogantly.It is also very unscrupulous to ask people to take a close-up of this scene.It is said that she has developed a new series of blue shirts and beauties, which is called the peak of prostrating the beauty under the pomegranate skirt.

Everyone was speechless.

Ding, with a crisp sound, a ring on the blue shirt fell to the ground, Zui Xiangsi happily picked it up, and then posed a poss at Lin Ziyi, her full-time videographer.He said very narcissistically: "Are you just going to propose to this girl with a magic weapon ring? At least you need a magic weapon, but for the sake of your sincerity, I reluctantly accept it. But it's a pity that my aunt doesn't want to marry you." like you."

As he spoke, he kicked the blue-shirted corpse hard.

"Cough cough!" Ye Chen coughed twice, grabbed Zui Xiangsi who was about to commit murder and said, "Second Sister, it's wrong to flog corpses, let him go, you can always go and rest, it's time for the next one."

Zui Xiangsi snorted proudly, then casually threw the ring to Ye Chen, and said, "Ye Zi, this ring is for you, but in the future you will return me an artifact ring."

After finishing speaking, he ignored Ye Chen who was full of astonishment, turned around, and walked back to Jian Qingcheng's side with graceful catwalks. In an instant, he transformed from a tigress into a sexy little wild cat. It was a quick and gorgeous turn. Ah, everyone's jaws dropped.

"Brother Ye, is it my turn?" Po Qianjun ran to Ye Chen's side in two or three steps, and asked with a smile.

"If the others have no objections, it's you." Ye Chen said and glanced at Monk Dingyuan and the three of them, and the three of them quickly expressed their disagreement, just joking, Po Qianjun is also the leader of the blood-drenched assembly, so I still have to give some face .

Po Qianjun rubbed his hands a little excitedly, and while watching Ye Chen scatter the returning soul on the blue shirt, he said in a rambling manner: "Brother Ye, you don't know, as early as the first time I entered God I had a big ambition when I was about to die, and that was to kill a peak player in the game with my own hands. Unfortunately, I haven't realized this ambition for many years. Today I will finally realize it. I also want to thank you, Brother Ye, and I Thank you eight generations of ancestors, I thank your whole family."

Pooh!

Ye Chen spat hard, stared and said, "Are you thanking me, or scolding me? If you can't speak, don't say it."

Po Qianjun laughed dryly twice, looked at the soul-returning powder sprinkled by Ye Chen with bright eyes, and said in a flattering tone: "Brother Ye, your soul-dispersion is really miraculous this time, you actually managed to die!" Players who have been revived in place, what, I have always been very curious about this magical pill, can you send me some research papers?"

Ye Chen squinted at Po Qianjun, and thought to himself, can you find a more lame reason?Research, you can research a fart, if you want to return to the soul, just say so.

Pushing away Po Qianjun's big bearded face, Ye Chen waved him five copies of Huihunsan: "I don't have much more of these, so save some, after you use them up..."

When Ye Chen said this, Po Qianjun’s eyes flashed with anticipation. Listening to this, it seemed that he would come to me after using it up. Why didn’t this make him happy? Just as he was about to thank him, he heard Ye Chen say: “After using up Don't come to me again, not even to me."

Po Qianjun was so choked that he was about to say something, when the blue shirt over there came back to life.

"Damn bastard, Yechen, you will regret it, I will never end with you, just wait, Xutian Temple will definitely take revenge on you, everything you cherish, we will be destroyed!" Blue shirt took advantage of it. After being beaten, he snarled at Ye Chen very quickly, then looked at Po Qianjun with a pale face, gritted his teeth and said, "Po Qianjun, you bloody idiot, hang out with Qingyu, you will go to hell with them Yes, I will destroy the blood with my own hands, ruin... oh!"

Po Qianjun obviously didn't want to let Lan Shirt continue to fart, he took out a very weird weapon from his backpack - a chain hammer, swung the chain, and smashed the big iron ball on Lan Shirt's face, really Needless to say, the effect of this chain hammer on people is not so good, the big iron ball is just as big as the head of the blue shirt, once the hammer hits it, the blue shirt becomes a pig's head.

Ye Chen stood aside and looked at Po Qianjun's wonderful weapon with great interest. To put it bluntly, this chain hammer is a big chain with a big shot put tied on the top. It is really powerful when you swing it, but Po Qianjun is still kind. This is just a chain hammer of the most common shape, if it is the kind with spikes on the ball, the blue shirt will be disfigured.

"Hey, ah, kill, die!" Po Qianjun ran back and forth around the blue shirt with great posture, and every few steps he would throw the big shot ball to hit the blue shirt. His attack is better than Zui Xiangsi If there are too many, you can hit four or five hundred each time, and it won't take long for the blue shirt to die.

"Okay, okay, Brother Qianjun is mighty!"

"The boss of Qianjun is the most domineering."

"I love you like a mouse loves rice."

The boss showed his prestige, and the blood-stained team members naturally wanted to support the boss. They all blushed and applauded with thick necks. The most exaggerated thing was that there was also a group of delicate female priests forming a cheerleading team, kicking and applauding. Qingyu's male player's eyes were about to pop out, and he secretly thought in his heart that it would be better to be the president. There are a lot of black fungus under his hands, and he enjoys it supremely.

The blue shirt can't move anymore, don't get me wrong, he's not dead yet, he's just so angry that he can't move, what kind of scene is this, he turned into a circus clown, How dare these guys treat him like this.

"Blood is spurting, blood is spurting, the blue shirt is spurting blood!" A blood-soaked female player suddenly pointed at the blue shirt and shouted. Everyone looked around and saw a column of blood spurting out of the blue shirt's mouth. It’s still the one that sprays non-stop. This is also a setting of the game. This phenomenon will occur when the helmet detects that the anger value in the player’s brainwave reaches a certain level. However, it is rare to be spit out blood in the game. The degree of rarity is not inferior to being vomited blood by anger in reality, and it is almost legendary.

"Take it down, take it down, the next topic is the blood spurt of the top master!" Zui Xiangsi yelled, directing Lin Ziyi to shoot.

Lan Shirt was even angrier when he heard the voices around him. He was going to hold back the blood, but instead he spouted more exaggeratedly.

Boom!

With a muffled sound, the blue shirt was finally freed, and the blood that had been smashed by Po Qianjun's hammer turned into a corpse again.

Po Qianjun picked up the spirit weapon dropped by the blue shirt and took a photo as a souvenir, then handed the spirit weapon to Ye Chen, and returned to the crowd full of satisfaction, enjoying the various compliments from the younger brothers and the worship of the female Shengmu cheerleading team .

"Which one of you three is coming?" Ye Chen looked at Monk Dingyuan again, but Monk Dingyuan was pushed out.

"How do you want to fight?" Ye Chen asked Monk Dingyuan.

Monk Dingyuan touched his bald head and said with an embarrassed smile: "Boss Ye, my biggest ambition since I was a child is to become an invincible Shaolin monk. I plan to use the Shaolin stick method. I have learned this before."

"Creative!" Ye Chen gave a thumbs up, then pointed to the resurrected blue shirt, and said, "Go."

Monk Dingyuan didn't say a word, he rushed forward and performed the Shaolin stick technique. The blue shirt was ravaged again. At this time, he was no longer good, his equipment was almost lost, and he was weak, and he had no ability to resist at all. From the look in his eyes, this guy probably has a mental breakdown.

Monk Dingyuan was followed by Mo Shao Hongmeng. This guy didn't think of creativity himself, but he was inspired by Monk Dingyuan and said that he had learned the Shushan swordsmanship. As a result, the blue shirt was naturally ravaged by the so-called Shushan swordsmanship At this time, he could no longer curse, his pride had been shattered.

When the last priest killed Lan Shirt with the light of punishment, this once arrogant and domineering peak expert had completely collapsed. If it weren't for the deep hatred in his eyes, he would have looked no different from a dementia. (To be continued..)