Jing Si smiled and tilted his head to look at Wuzhong without answering, and after laughing for a while, he turned his head to look at other places, and he didn't plan to answer, and he didn't plan to talk to Wuzhong anymore.

What a willfulness! I muttered in my heart, I was in a state of confusion from beginning to end, obviously very hungry, but the feeling of being hungry after eating the air he grabbed disappeared without a trace. None of the people who can enter the department will be a technician, so Wuzhong didn't think about the possibility of Jing Si being a technician at all.

I think about Jing Si may really have some special skills, such as hypnosis, psychological suggestion, etc., maybe it is because Jing Si has the ability of these non-skilled masters, he will be particularly indulgent, even if he doesn't train, it doesn't matter, as long as he shows up to do things at a critical time.

If I think about it like this, I feel that everything makes sense, I used to think that Jing Si was a special mystery, as if he had some privileges, but now I think about it and everything makes sense.

In fact, Jing Si did feed me a skill, but when other people's skills entered my body, the blood that Qinglin had placed in my body before had no reaction at all, that is to say, Jing Si's skills had successfully entered my body, but Qinglin's skills did not have any warning, nor any reminder.

Qing Lin's skills were completely ineffective in front of Jing Si's skills, Qing Lin was still watching the game in the field on the pumice stone, and the game just now was carefully watched by Qing Linzai.

On the other hand, although Jing Si's skill entered my body, he didn't find the blood of Qinglin hidden in it, which is almost impossible for a person of Jing Si's ability level. But Jing Si just didn't find it, neither of them found each other's skills in my body, and they both felt that their skills were the only ones in my body.

When Jiang was playing against his opponent, Qing Lin recognized at a glance that this was the same skill as Chi Mei's game, and even the color and form of the skill were the same, but Jiang's opponent's skill was much more powerful. This should be a group of people, at least these two people should be companions.

Because he had been staring at Jiang's game, when the opponent flew out, Qinglin clearly knew that he had seen that the opponent had indeed not received any damage, and looked at Jiang's direction with a surprised face.

So when Qing Lin heard the screams coming from his opponent, and carefully used his skills to look at the opponent who was knocked out of the field by Jiang, he actually found that he was dead. Impossible, Qing Lin's mind determined that this was not Jiang's doing, the opponent died after falling outside the field, and someone else must have killed him.

Being able to kill others when others are unaware of it, Qing Lin's first thought was Jing Si, and when he immediately turned his head to look at Jing Si, he found that he was watching the game of the people on the field with a bored expression.

Isn't it... Isn't it... Qinglin asked himself in his heart, but looking at him, it didn't look like he had just killed someone. What if it's pretended... What if it's pretended... How can a person who kills someone admit that he has killed someone, and he will definitely try his best to hide what he has done.

What Qinglin didn't know was that Jing Si didn't do anything to hide at that time, he was just looking for the companion of the person he killed, so it really looked like he was doing something, or like he was hiding himself.

But why kill him, Qing Lin thought that the reason why Jiang's opponent was killed, maybe it was that Jiang had already been fatally attacked by Jiang in the thick smoke, so after flying out, he was hit from the back and lost his life.

Jiang Ming didn't hurt any opponent in the previous game, so how could he kill the other party in this game, so Qinglin felt that it shouldn't be Jiang's doing, and when he clearly saw the opponent flying out, there was no other expression in his expression except for surprise, and there was no painful look, not like a face that had been fatally injured.

But Jing Si is on the sidelines, what reason does he have to kill others? Qinglin couldn't help but feel that his thoughts were very funny, why did he think that others were murderers, obviously just his own suspicions, but they wanted to impose on others. There are so many people on the field, maybe it's someone else's doing.

While Jing Si was thinking about it, there was a violent explosion sound in the field, and I saw that the playing field was surrounded by dust from the floor again.

After the dust falls, you can clearly see the situation on the field. At this time, the site has become unrecognizable, and the floor of the entire field has begun to crumble from the middle, and the floor in the middle is completely concave, and the floor around the edge of the field is warped.

The whole situation looked like it was caused by a strong blow to the middle of the field, and the two of them were in that position in the middle of the concave field. The brute opponent lies on the ground, and according to the slope of the ground, it is reclining on the ground. Man stepped on the floor vacated under his opponent's armpit with one foot and stepped on his opponent's chest with one foot.

Man bent down, elbowed his elbow on his leg bent by stepping on the other party, and looked at the unruly appearance of the other party at his feet, and the smile on his face became even brighter.

"How's it going?" said to the other party with a grin, the strong leg strength made the other party unable to move, and there was no way to remove his feet.

Phew, the brute's opponent spat a mouthful of blood to the side, twisted his hands on the feet that trampled on his chest, and a gust of wind overflowed from between his hands. Because of the rotating wind generated under his feet, the whole person has the momentum of being made by the opponent to spin like a spinning top, and hurriedly wants to retract his feet.

But how could the brute's opponent let the brute escape easily, his hands were rigidly bound to the brute's legs, and he added the skill of imprisonment to his own hands, and at the same time, the wind generated by the hands not only drove the brute's feet to turn, but also cut the skin on his legs. If you are forced to stabilize your body, then you will be deeply twisted and broken your leg bones because of the untonal movement of your feet and your body in the opposite direction.

I thought that the man would follow the direction of his rotation, but he didn't know that the whole body of the man was about to start turning in the direction of him counterclockwise, "Don't you die", the opponent of the man thought silently in his heart, but he didn't want to relax at all, and the broken foot of the man was his goal.