The female partner is always on the way to carry the knife

Chapter 142 The Battle Royale: Survive (6)

The boy's ferocious expression was a little crazy: "Die, everyone die hahaha..."

Mu Jin turned over and hugged Qianxun in her arms, leaving her back to the boy.

Concerned about chaos, she is obviously a fighting maniac, okay?Chihiro couldn't help rolling her eyes in her heart, and at the same time, there was a hint of sweetness.

She said in a stern tone: "Get up, get out of the way."

Mu Jin quickly realized that he let go of Chihiro and rolled to the right.And Chihiro turned over quickly, the sword in his hand blocked the boy's sickle in time, the soft sword wrapped around the boy's sickle like a dexterous snake, Chihiro took the opportunity to stand up, raised her leg and kicked the boy's abdomen hard, hitting him Kick a few meters away.

The boy seems to have practiced it too. After being kicked far away, he quickly stabilized his figure and slashed at Chihiro one after another. Although the sickle is more convenient to use with a hook, he seems to have found a technique. It is also easy to use directly.

The sickle was very new and sharp, and it shone coldly under the moonlight. With such a light stroke, several scars could be created on a person's fragile skin.

The boy's eyes suddenly fell on Mu Jin who was not far away, with that weird smile on his face, he gave up attacking Chihiro, and instead set Mu Jin as his prey, he just had to throw the sickle in his hand towards Mu Jin, It must be Mu Jin who is injured.

Chihiro paused for half a second, a green light slowly gathered in the palm of his hand, and the sword in his hand flew towards the boy's position like a [controlled] drone, and inserted into the boy's chest as if he had self-awareness , a fatal move.

In the grass by the roadside, a pair of red eyes saw this scene, and thoughtful feelings flashed in their eyes.

The sword flew back to Chihiro's hand, and the green light dissipated.

——He Zizheng, 18 years old, died.There are 25 remaining participants in the Battle Royale.

As soon as the machine in his head fell, another cold voice followed: "Congratulations to the remaining 25 students who successfully entered the second round. In less than one night, 23 people died. Your efficiency is really good." Woolen cloth."

Qian Xun and Mu Jin looked at each other in unison.

Sure enough, the man in white had reservations from the beginning!

The two came together and continued to listen to the radio sound in their heads.

"The god of death is about to appear. I wonder who will be the next sacrifice? So... everyone, get a good night's sleep and recharge your spirits. The game will continue at [-] o'clock tomorrow morning. Finally, I wish everyone a sweet dream!"

Looking at the dark sky, Mu Jin couldn't help but swear: "Damn!"

The night fell on the city, and the whole school was shrouded in a horrible and gloomy atmosphere. The cold wind was bleak, the moonlight was cold, and the strong smell of blood wafted in the air.On weekdays, the sound of Lang Lang's books flutters, and the school that raises the flower bones of the motherland is like a dead city.

Chihiro lowered her head and carefully wiped the blood on the sword, glanced at the bushes from the corner of her eye, and said indifferently, "After watching the show for so long, why don't you come out to get some air?"

The grass moved, and a girl stood up, it was Gu Xiaoxiao.

She stared straight at Chihiro, "Who the hell are you?" What she showed just now completely exceeded her understanding of reality, such abilities... like a character living in mythology.

Mu Jin returned to Qian Xun's side, looked at Gu Xiaoxiao for a while, and then remembered who this person was: "Squad leader?"

Gu Xiaoxiao looked at Mu Jin, her indifferent expression became softer, and her tone became less sharp: "Mu Jin, come here quickly, this Zhuang Qianxun may not be the old Zhuang Qianxun, she may be with The controllers of this game belong to a group! Don't be fooled, come here!"

The Zhuang Qianxun she knew was a very quiet and elegant girl who couldn't lift her hands on her shoulders. How could the person in front of her be so tough?Holding a sword in his hand, killing people without changing his face, and that strange green light, is it what ordinary people should have?No matter how you look at it, it feels weird!

(End of this chapter)