When the bronze corpse tore open the abdominal cavity of the master of the broken water flow like a chicken chop, someone in the stands had already fainted.

Unlike the beastly fights of the past, it is not just bloody and cruel that can be described - the performance of the bronze corpse in the killing is always reminiscent of predator, as if it were another species, driven entirely by hunger and bloodthirsty instincts.

He was indeed gnawing, sending a hot mass into his mouth, the twisted mask no longer enough to hide the two rows of hideous exposed teeth. The audience stared at the big screen in amazement, unsure whether he was born crippled or a real demon walking in the world.

Zhuo Yitian watched the bronze corpse pounce on the last person, and couldn't help but look at the spectators of Country R, only to see that those guys in Taoist uniforms were all expressionless and surprisingly calm. They surrounded an old man like a moon in their eyes, and the same was true on the side of the robe, and there was also a thin old man present, watching the battle silently.

Zhuo Yitian was the first time he had seen the old man of the R country, and compared to the old guy of the Robe Gang, he was also sharp, sitting there like a mossy rock.

These two are definitely dangerous characters, and they are both playing hole cards, and all the challenges that the Broken Water Flow and the Robes have launched so far are just foreshadowing.

Zhuo Yitian realized that things might be more serious than he imagined, took a breath, got up and walked out of the boxer viewing area. The form of the field is a foregone conclusion, there is only one of the four opponents left, and it won't be long before the bronze corpse will send the last one on the road, and Luo Li will no longer be in any danger.

The turning point is positive, but it doesn't mean much, and when the bronze corpse arrives in front of the two old men, the chance of winning is probably very small. Zhuo Yitian felt that he would not be mistaken, there was also a trench-like level suppression between Lian Jiazi and Lian Jiazi, and what the other party was bringing now was this sense of suffocation.

Zhuo Yitian walked to the back row of the audience, near the gate of the Super Bowl, and his footsteps suddenly stopped.

The entire Super Bowl was staring at the killing arena, attracted by the brass butcher-like performance, except for this small area in front of them.

The audience here was looking at the person sitting among them, who was all too familiar to Zhuo Yitian.

Chen Mo.

He walked out of the ship at some point, and his face was red, as if he was drunk. Seeing Zhuo Yitian coming, he just glanced at it, didn't speak, didn't have any expression, and still stared at the field. His hands were making subtle movements, and in Zhuo Yitian's opinion, the entanglement between his fingers seemed to be simulating a move.

Zhuo Yitian then understood why the bronze corpse had no reaction before, but suddenly killed in the half.

――It was Chen Mo who controlled him from a distance and saved Luo Li in this unimaginable way.

This is not like Chen Mo's style of acting, he definitely shouldn't be so calm and sit firmly in Diaoyutai. Could it be that those ten serial games have really hurt him to the point where he has to act carefully? But if he didn't even know how much his load was, why did he go and play ten games?

Zhuo Yitian was stunned for a long time, then walked up and asked, "Are you okay?" ”

Chen Mo looked at her unfamiliarly, nodded slightly, and choked the bronze corpse in his hand, at least a hundred meters away, and also struck out, crushing the Adam's apple of the person who was cut off from the water.

After doing this, Chen Mo didn't care about Zhuo Yitian's reaction at all, staggered to his feet, and walked to his residence. The bronze corpse in the field seemed to be dragged and jumped into the stands, leaving only Luo Li and the four corpses.

Back on the boat, Zhuo Yitian, who was full of doubts, found the old savage lying in the room, his face showing extreme tiredness. Chen Mo sat in a dark corner, his eyes shining faintly, and the bronze corpse walked behind him and stood still, returning to a state of silence.

Zhuo Yitian looked at Chen Mo in confusion, not understanding what was wrong with him. After a while, she heard that the other party was breathing differently, and when she stepped forward to take a look, she found that Chen Mo was already asleep.

This night, Zhuo Yitian tossed and turned, and it was difficult to sleep. Luo Li's conversation with the old savage outside was faintly heard, which made her even more uneasy. Although that kind of conversation is not a conversation, it can only be regarded as a comparison and communication with guesswork, but Zhuo Yitian can hear the anxiety in the old savage's tone.

After a short time together, Zhuo Yitian could feel the strangeness of Chen Mo's body, his whole person was in an extremely unstable state, and even his snort was as hot as fire.

He looked like he was sick, but he wasn't. Zhuo Yitian was helpless, thinking that Luo Li was also holding on, but he was doing more than himself, so he couldn't help clenching his fists.

No one is born stronger than others, and under Luo Li's indifferent surface, there may be a heart that needs to be cared for more than anyone else. Her feelings for Chen Mo can be seen even if she is blind, but Chen Mo is in the blessing and does not know the blessing, and she stupidly says what she is a "sister".

What this "sister" has done for him, I'm afraid that real blood relatives can't compare. Finally, today Chen Mo didn't let her sacrifice be in vain, stood up again, and saved the scene in time.

Zhuo Yitian would never be superstitious, but she now knew that her power over Chen Mo could no longer be described as superstitious. All he needs is time, and when he recovers, the hole cards of the Robe Gang will be useless. If there is only one cockroach in this world that can't be killed, Zhuo Yitian thinks that only Chen Mo deserves to be described like this.

He needs time.

And apparently the president of the galaxy is not going to give him a respite, and no one knows when the next wave of challenges will come. Tomorrow morning, or maybe just tonight, the tremendous pressure he has put on the enemy through the series will be eased sooner or later. Once the brutes have licked their wounds, they bared their fangs again.

Today is the best example of this, and they are already jumping on the bandwagon.

Zhuo Yitian sat up and walked to Chen Mo's room. In the dark, she was barefoot, quietly stepping on the floor, listening to the movement outside from a distance, Luo Li seemed to sob twice.

Before Zhuo Yitian got close to the bed, he felt the heat of the furnace, and Chen Mo seemed to be burning. He had a cold towel on his forehead, which Luo Li had prepared, and it was already hot right now. Zhuo Yitian took off the towel, soaked it in the ice bucket, twisted it and put it back on his forehead.

Chen Mo moved, and a strange movement came out of his throat, like a big cat unconsciously roaring in his sleep.

Zhuo Yitian touched his cheek with pity, but what came to mind was the stubborn young man at the beginning.

"What the hell is wrong with you? Really tired? Zhuo Yitian's voice trembled a little, and the other party's performance during the day was like he didn't know who she was at all, or he didn't bother to care.

Chen Mo didn't move, his breathing seemed to be spitting fierce fire.

"I know it's not easy for you to get to where you are today. When I was in China, I thought of you every day, I didn't know where you were, I didn't know what you were doing, I didn't know if you were dead. It seems like a sissy to say that, but I can't help but worry about it, after all, you used to be covered by me. Although you are mixed up now and the fight is terrible, you still haven't changed at all in my heart. Zhuo Yitian said softly, as if he was expounding, and it was also like talking to himself.

"Xiao Chen Mo, haven't you already gotten up during the day? Why are you starting to play dead again now, without such scary. ”

"Are you taking revenge on Lao Tzu? I can't even sleep right now, are you satisfied? ”

"If you're really tired, you can sleep, and I'll buy you time...... Although the president of the dog said that he didn't play a big role, he could at least slow down when it came to arranging the event, and I would improvise when I got there. ”

"I'm gone......"

Zhuo Yitian has always been a resolute surname, and now that he has made up his mind, he will no longer hesitate. She had just walked to the door, but she heard a strange movement behind her, and Chen Mo actually sat up.

Zhuo Yitian was overjoyed, and as soon as he ran over, he was choked by Chen Mo's throat.

Through the faint light outside the porthole, Zhuo Yitian saw his evil expression. She was enveloped in great consternation, not understanding what he meant, and why he would act on her.

As soon as her chest was cold, Chen Mo had already ripped off half of her nightdress.

Zhuo Yitian really felt scared at this time, and called "Chen Mo" twice, but he didn't respond. The rough palm reached directly into her chest, rubbing the most sensitive parts heavily, and she let out a hoarse whisper, slashing at the side of his neck.

When the sound is dull, like a stone in the iron. Chen Mo didn't even shake it, spraying hot air to probe his hands, and this time the entire nightdress was completely peeled off. Zhuo Yitian didn't have the habit of wearing a bra to sleep in the first place, and at this moment, there was a pair of underwear left on his body.

She even had a numb scalp, and while struggling violently, she used all her strength and punched Chen Mo several times in a row.

Chen Mo stopped his hand and looked at her, not moving.

There was a real light in his eyes, one that was terrifying and completely unfamiliar. This made him look like a wolf, and Zhuo Yitian bent his knees and slammed into his lower abdomen, still not crying out for help.

She wasn't sure if if she called Luo Li in, and that little girl would help the crazy Chen Mo to press her hands and feet.

Chen Mo's aggression was something Zhuo Yitian had never encountered before, she was almost out of control, and it was only when the ticking sound penetrated her ears that she regained a little consciousness.

Several knee hits hit Chen Mo's wound that penetrated the abdominal cavity, and the flesh bloomed again, and the blood flowed like an infusion. When Zhuo Yitian realized this, he only felt that his heart twitched suddenly, tears gushed out uncontrollably, and he reached out to press his injury, "I'm sorry, Xiao Chen Mo, I'm sorry......"

As soon as his eyes were dark, he had savagely held her tight, his burning lips searching everywhere, and finally clinging to hers, as feverish as a desert traveler longing for a clear spring.

Zhuo Yitian bit him, blood burst out from the corner of his lips, but he didn't care. Filled with the smell of blood, Zhuo Yitian couldn't help but soften his heart again, thinking of the worst situation he might encounter with the president of the galaxy, and suddenly even lost his last strength.

When the stinging pain hit, Zhuo Yitian held his face and moaned lowly, without the slightest intention of struggling.

She was still in tears.

Outside the door, Luo Li leaned against the bulkhead, holding a cigarette between her fingers, her eyes indifferent.

(To be continued)