For a gamer, the loss of a large number of lives by a game character is actually just a quantitative indicator that has long been accustomed to it.

The player's data cognition of all the confrontation gameplay in the game is intuitively reflected in this indicator.

Unfortunately, Zhao Yuxin is not an ordinary player. He's an unlucky player who gets stuck inside the game.

For Zhao Yuxin, being taken away little by little by a large amount of rubble like this is almost the same as feeling the pain of being tortured and killed.

The feeling of blood loss was so real, so real that he could feel that his consciousness was disappearing little by little.

This feeling of loss of consciousness has not been felt in a long time. It's been a long time, the last time he felt this feeling, or did he take the initiative to close the game and go offline?

Isn't it possible for me to get out of this damn game just by feeling like this?

In Zhao Yuxin's heart, a dangerous thought suddenly welled up - he was tired.

After years of being trapped in the game, Zhao Yuxin is really tired. This feeling of being awake twenty-four hours a day, without rest at all, made him feel that he was tired to the limit, both physically and mentally.

It's ridiculous, I'm trapped in the game, how can I still have a body.

Zhao Yuxin laughed at himself in his heart, and did not splash any ripples in his state of mind at the moment.

Exhaustion comes with sleepiness.

At this moment, Zhao Yuxin's biggest wish is to get a good night's sleep. Sleep a sleep that will allow you to forget all your worries, even your pain.

"Like, I haven't slept in a long time." Zhao Yuxin muttered, "Don't bother me, this time I will sleep until I wake up naturally." ”

Zhao Yuxin's voice was already a little faint, but unfortunately all the rubble that grazed his side was shattered. Even the Zhu Zhu, who was only separated from him by a car window, didn't notice the murmur.

Without any valid information as a reference, the rest of the five-person team saw Zhao Yuxin's appearance, and they only had to intuitively see the amount of blood dropping down. At most, I noticed that Zhao Yuxin didn't want to care about his own blood at all.

"Dust Boss!" Tan Yonghou, who has never talked much, couldn't help but call Zhao Yuxin at this moment. The latter still looks like he is going to die, which inevitably makes the players in the same team a little more worried.

Mu Chunfeng saw Tan Yonghou's solemn face, and took the initiative to persuade: "We have to believe that the boss has the ability to solve the problem in front of us." ”

"When is it?" Tan Yonghou immediately erupted, "Why are you still in the mood to say these cool words here that are not salty or light?" ”

"Boss Tan Yonghou, don't be so excited!" Kneading and taking the initiative to protect Mu Chunfeng behind him, even in terms of title, he classified Tan Yonghou into the "boss" team who didn't know what his title was.

Tan Yonghou's eyes widened angrily, waiting to rub and said: "If you can't say that you are ugly, don't blame me for not even giving a woman's face!" ”

A person who can call a gentleman like Tan Yonghou said such serious things that he didn't even give a woman's face, which made him extremely dissatisfied with kneading.

Rubbing it, he didn't seem to feel any emotional fluctuations coming from Tan Yonghou, and said with a soft smile: "How does Boss Tan know that Boss Tan must be in trouble?" Is it possible, can't you allow the dust-turning boss to have an affair? ”

After speaking, he didn't forget to cover his mouth and chuckle when he rubbed it. In that way, it was as if I had accidentally broken something unsightly.

The more Alan Tam listened, the more he felt that he didn't understand. He had the heart to let him rub and speak clearly, but he found that Zhao Yuxin's blood volume was less than one-fifth left.

With a long choking sound, Alan Tan had already taken out his Nine Dragons Chaoyang Knife. The big knife slammed towards the ground, and Tan Yonghou rubbed it with one hand as a sword pointer, and said sharply: "Give you the opportunity to say three words, and explain this matter to me clearly." Otherwise, I promise to cut you into 3,600 small shapes, no matter who you are! ”

Seeing that Tan Yonghou moved the real fire, he instinctively weakened his momentum. Immediately, he glanced at Zhao Yuxin's remaining HP. Rubbing his head and raising his chest again, he asked, "What are you fierce, you have a big knife!" ”

"It's a sentence!" Tan Yonghou kicked the handle of the knife with his right foot, and waved the Nine Dragons Chaoyang Knife in his hand to make a seven-step killing start.

Rubbing the hairs all over his body, Ji Lingling showed the Xuanyuan Sword, but he didn't dare to spit out a word from his mouth.

Seeing that his own team was about to take the lead in staging an all-martial arts, Ling Jiayi, who had been silent, finally couldn't help but shout: "What do you say, save people first!" ”

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Zhao Yuxin, whose HP has fallen to the danger area, really has no time to wait. Since making the decision to sleep until he wakes up naturally, Zhao Yuxin, who has completely given up resistance, is no longer a kite fluttering in the wind, but a piece of rotten meat hanging on the car.

Rotten flesh is actually more unbearable than a living person or a kite when faced with a gravel attack.

Zhao Yuxin, who was sleeping deeply, was really like a piece of rotten meat, completely ignoring the image under the creativity of the wind and gravel, and posed in countless different poses.

Even, every once in a while, there will be a series of evocative "pop" sounds.

It was the sound of Zhao Yuxin, who had completely given up control of his body, and kept hitting Zhu Yu's car.

Zhao Yuxin, whose blood volume is declining at a record high, has lost the last chance to save himself. Originally, he just wanted to sleep until he woke up naturally, but it was very likely that he would not wake up at all after sleeping like this.

The only good news he had in mind was the companion he was thinking about that might disturb his sleep. At this moment, even if he urged the mount with all his might, it was too late to rush over to save him. Not to mention, it disturbs his sleep.

His fate had never been so tightly held in his hands. Whether the road in the future needs to continue depends on whether he can really "wake up naturally".

Finally, Zhao Yuxin's behavior of constantly snapping Zhu Zhu's car successfully attracted Zhu Zhu's attention. After all, for Zhu Zhu's car, a figure like Zhao Yuxin can already be regarded as a huge "attachment".

The squint swept Zhao Yuxin's arm that was clamped by the car window with his peripheral eyes, and he suddenly turned the steering wheel to the right, and by the way, he also opened the window on the left side of the car.

Zhao Yuxin, who originally only had such a slight connection with the car, suddenly lost his fulcrum. From a piece of soulless rotten flesh, it has completely become floating garbage floating between heaven and earth.

"Smack"

Zhao Yuxin finally snapped his car, and then it seemed to disappear from this world, losing any sound. (https:)

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