Qiu Xuan saw Gu Qingyue, who was standing in the front square, turning around and giving her a thumbs up, as if she was saying something like "Brother Yuan" or something.

Indeed, she watched the people standing in the fifth grid walk back to the starting point with disbelief on their faces, but they succumbed to the man's obscenity, and she couldn't say anything other than "Brother Yuan".

And Qin Jiuyuan, the man who simply drove away the other teammates and forcibly put two people in different groups together, was still angry with her at this time.

She sighed, leaned over and pulled Qin Jiuyuan, "Brother Yuan, I was wrong, Brother Yuan shook me." ”

"We know this young lady very well, so let's do it." Although she said this, the man who had just said that he was going to beat / kill everyone did not move and let her pull him.

"Cooked, cooked, we can't cook." Qiu Xuan pulled his arm and shook it back and forth, "Brother Yuan, don't be angry, don't be angry, Brother Yuan-"

She called out to him in a long tail.

The man quietly hooked the corners of his mouth.

So Qiu Xuan passed the matter. Next, the red group threw the dice, and Zhang Hui threw three points. The man glanced at her and took three steps forward.

"Players in the eighth square trigger the penalty, and they will be jailed and will be stopped for one turn!" As soon as he finished speaking, a huge iron cage fell from the sky, enveloping the entire eighth grid inside.

Qiu Xuan looked at the man who turned into tears in a second, and finally couldn't hold back her laughter. She decided to believe it was a "fun" game of airchess.

Ignoring Qin Jiuyuan's gaze at her, Qiu Xuan took the dice and threw it, it was a little.

She walked to the sixth grid, and Gu Qingyue and Zhao Ke were speechless. Next to him, Zhao Ke glanced at Gu Qingyue, indicating that now that Qin Jiuyuan was in prison, he could take the opportunity to do it.

Gu Qingyue sighed and replied if you can guarantee that you will not be in the same level as him in the future. She patted Qiu Xuan on the shoulder and took the initiative to walk back to the starting point.

Qiu Xuan, who hasn't had time to do anything: It feels like she has a great backer.

The next few rounds of dice throwing have been carried out peacefully, and Lu Xingzhou and Yang Bo, who are currently at the forefront. The yellow-haired boy seems to have exceptionally good luck, and he can throw a larger number every time he rolls the dice.

Walking behind them was Qiu Xuan, who was almost unimpeded by the threat of a certain enthusiastic man, and the people of the same class who met spontaneously rolled back to the starting point.

Behind are Liu Nian, Qin Jiuyuan, Gu Qingyue and Zhao Ke, Zheng Yunyuan, and Yang Luoluo. At the end is the chapter back.

The accident happened in the blue group, Zhao Ke and Gu Qingyue threw four points, which happened to be in the same grid as Liu Nian in front. The former friends group glanced at each other, Liu Nian sighed, and decided to return to the starting point by himself.

This is when the change occurred - "Three players detected on the twenty-fourth block, triggering Hardmode...... Hardmode generation succeeds. ”

In the next second, the gaps between each grid began to sand and the flat ground beneath the gaps disappeared, replaced by small bubbles of magma that tumbled and exploded.

Before everyone could react, each small cell began to shake violently like an earthquake, and then descended at a slow but unstoppable speed!

“！” Qiu Xuan had to bend down to maintain her balance so as not to be thrown out. In a hurry, she heard Lu Xingzhou shouting:

"Quick! Keep rolling the dice! As long as one person reaches the end, the game is over! Who's next, move on! ”

Qiu Xuan took the dice and threw it out, it was five o'clock. She looked ahead, thinking that next time she would be over by throwing it to four. She staggered to her feet, jumped onto the next grid, and was almost thrown out of her center of gravity.

"Be careful!" Qin Jiuyuan, who was standing behind, cursed in a low voice, and was almost frightened into cardiac arrest, he watched the little girl staggering and jumping continuously, and casually gestured at him to be okay.

If it weren't for the wrong timing, Qin Jiuyuan would have been laughed at by her.

Liu Nian, who was behind, was forced back to the thirteenth grid because he threw a little trigger punishment grid, and Gu Qingyue and Zheng Yunyuan dragged one of Yang Luoluo's hands that triggered a random accident to prevent her from falling.

Lu Xingzhou and Yang Bo, who were standing at the front, seemed to have become the hope of the whole village, as long as they threw five more o'clock, they could end the game. Then Lu Xingzhou threw his hand to six o'clock.

"!"

The two squatted on the grid with only one square left from the finish line, and Lu Xingzhou threw the dice to Qin Jiuyuan.

The man threw to six, standing on the penultimate grid with a few long legs and several leaps. By this time, each tile had descended to a dangerous level, almost clinging to the edge of the magma. A slight swaying can completely drown out the hot red fluid.

At this time, Qiu Xuan threw four points.

Before she could rejoice, the danger sense instantly sounded. In the next second, the ground of the block she was standing on was instantly corroded by magma, and several lines even splattered up from the cracks.

She spun and jumped forward, and then she felt herself being picked up by the man standing in front of her, and then she was thrown out.

Throw, go, out, go.

Sitting on the square that symbolized the end of the road, she watched the chessboard cubes and magma in front of her disappear in an instant, watched the furniture and facilities on the first floor of the villa return to view, and watched Li Siyao, who had been standing on the stairs, hurriedly run down and asked Lu Xingzhou if there was anything wrong with red ears.

She didn't know if Lu Xingzhou was wrong, she only knew that she never dreamed that one day she would be lifted up and thrown out. It's not the kind of lifting high, it's the kind of lifting sacks.

The culprit came over and crouched down in front of her, touched her head in the same position as last night and asked her, "Is there anything wrong?" ”。

"I feel like my ass is gone." She said.

The man finally laughed, "Then I'll check it for you?" He teased.

Qiu Xuan glared at him.

"Congratulations to player Qiu Xuan for winning the title of champion of the 'Happy Flying Chess' game!" After the electronic music was finished, he played a piece of "Athletes' March" to her, which made her so intoxicated that she seemed to have returned to elementary school to participate in the joining ceremony of the Miao Miao Children's Group.

She sat on the floor and patiently listened to the whole "Athlete's March", and then, there was no more.

She couldn't hold back, "...... And then what? She asked.

"Isn't it already the title of the champion of the 'Happy Flying Chess' game?" The voice sounded confused.

Shock my mom.

So after successively winning the titles of "Race Walking Champion", "Fastest Entry Champion", "Professional Face Slapping Expert" and so on, Qiu Xuan finally ushered in her title of "Happy Flying Chess Game Champion".

Qiu Xuan felt that she would never be happy again.

"Here's the ultimate punishment." The mechanical voice returned to its usual cold and weird voice, "Player Liu Nianyin was in the last square at the end of the game, and punishment measures were immediately imposed. ”

Liu Nian's face turned pale in an instant.

Qiu Xuan frowned and looked at him, the man's originally straight suit had become wrinkled after the changes in the past few days, Zhao Ke stood beside him and comforted something, but this was to no avail after all.

After a few more minutes, the voice said, "The punishment has been implemented." ”

All:?

Gu Qingyue asked cautiously, "Are you okay?" ”

And Liu Nian himself was also inexplicable, "This is ...... It's over? But I don't feel anything. ”

"Maybe it's not an important game punishment in the first place," Zhao Ke comforted, "You see, even if you win this game, there will only be one championship title." ”

Qiu Xuan: If you comfort your friends, you will comfort you, why do you want to hurt me again?

At this time, Yang Luoluo sobbed in a low voice from the corner, Qiu Xuan followed the prestige, and saw Zheng Yunyuan hugging Yang Luoluo with a gloomy expression, and the girl's exposed white calves were a large area of burnt black that had been severely burned.

Tsk, burns of this magnitude are likely to leave permanent marks. Even if he is indifferent to Yang Luoluo, Qiu Xuan can't help but feel a little embarrassed. It's like a feeling of regret and emotion for the flaws left on the beautiful works of art, but that's not all. After all, she is not a collector of this artwork, she is just a passing by, and she cannot truly empathize.

In fact, for a long time in the past, Qiu Xuan has always been very good at playing a "bystander". The phrase "a long time in the past" here does not refer to the time when she inexplicably entered another world, but to the time she spent in the "real world".

She's not born with emotional deficits or shallow feelings, she's just, scared, yes, scared. She was afraid that the emotion she gave would not be accepted by the other party or that she would not receive a reciprocal response, so she simply hid this emotion in her heart. In this case, even if she is hurt and rejected by the other party in the end, she can comfort herself: "It's okay, I don't care too much anyway." ”

She always longs and refuses, so she keeps being a "bystander", as if nothing can hurt her if she does.

She also knows that this is not good, but it is really too difficult for her to "open herself", so difficult that she is even willing to choose to accept death, rather than completely "open herself" to a person and deliver everything.

Sighing, the "bystander" was still moved by some compassion. She turned her head to find Zhang Hui and asked him with her eyes if he could heal Yang Luoluo's injuries.

The man hesitated, but nodded, stood up and walked towards Yang Luoluo.

The healing white light flashed in Zhang Hui's hand, and the wound quickly recovered as before. Zheng Yunyuan thanked happily on the side, Zhang Hui waved his hand with a white face, and left without looking back.

When passing by, Qiu Xuan whispered thank you, and the man paused and didn't look back, and replied, "Don't forget what you promised me." ”

The crowd sat or stood in a group, whispering to each other as if the blood and death had never been present in their lives.

Weirdly warm, Qiu Xuan thought of this word again, just like the scene she saw on the bus on the first day, and this scene seemed to have never changed.