Sharp needle, Yuan Jing raised his hand again.

This time the attack was still fierce, Yuan Jing looked at the young man on the opposite side who was dripping with cold sweat, and frowned slightly.

So...... Desperately?

Isn't it just a bet?

With such a flash of divine effort, several needles were forced in, and Yuan Jing shot out again and again, directly crushing the silver needles made of spiritual power.

When the last silver needle was crushed, Lian Feng was drenched, and his face was already pale.

The thin lips were pursed, and there were bursts of pinprick pain coming from the brain.

It was as if something was buzzing.

Yuan Jing dropped his hand and looked at him with a frown.

"Your mental strength is overdrawn, a bad one, it will leave sequelae."

As he spoke, he walked forward.

Lian Feng raised his eyes suddenly, the bloodshot under his dark eyes was already oozing out, and he said in a cold voice, "Don't come here, our gambling contract is not over yet!" ”

Yuan Jing paused slightly, and chuckled, "I admit, your talent is not bad. But in such a short period of time, it is impossible to defeat me. ”

"Not necessarily."

Lian Feng's eyes twisted, and his eyes deepened.

"Poof."

The sound of a silver needle entering the body.

The sound was so soft that it was barely audible.

Yuan Jing frowned slightly and looked down.

All I could see was a small hole in the uniform.

The small ones are not very visible.

He only thought about it for a moment, and then he understood.

The needle was attached to the thin thread of his defense, and it was slowly moved.

Lian Feng's third attack was not an attack at all.

It's about fighting for the time that this silver needle has passed.

Move too fast and you'll be spotted by him.

It's too slow, and it's too late.

He is dedicated to two things, and his mental power is naturally overdrawn.

Lian Feng finally overused his strength, stumbled under his feet, and almost fell to the ground.

Yuan Jing walked over in an instant, holding Lian Feng's arm.

The look is complicated.

Lian Feng's face was pale, the sequelae of mental overdraft made him almost grit his teeth, and his voice was slightly weak, "Bet, I won." ”

"Yes, you won."

Yuan Jing pursed his lips, his gaze fell on the face of the young man in his arms, his voice paused, and he spoke: "You are the third person in the entire star field to win against me." ”

Lian Feng smiled slightly, with a hint of smugness between his eyebrows, "My condition is." ”

“…… Please help Yan Tao get back his memory. ”

Yuan Jing: "...... Sorry, I can't. ”

The marshal's memories are sealed in Xiao Qi's system.

Unless it is Lord Yunkuo who speaks in person.

Otherwise, no one will be able to crack the password of the top-tier system and steal the data.

Lian Feng raised his eyebrows and glanced at Yuan Jing, "Can't really do it?" ”

Yuan Jing nodded and looked at him helplessly, "It's about the marshal, I can't do anything." ”

"Forget it."

Lian Feng swooped back the arm he was holding, his face expressionless, "I didn't say it." ”

Yuan Jing??!!

Lian Feng grinned and pressed his temples, his expression depressed, "It's a waste of my time, really." ”

As he spoke, he glanced at Yuan Jing casually, with a condescending attitude, "Then you can sing a song to Young Master Ben, it's better." ”

Yuan Jing grinded his teeth: "What do you tell me to do?" ”

The attitude of the other party's shaky messenger annoyed the former adjutant.

"Sing."

Lian Feng held his forehead and sighed, and said in a very disadvantaged tone, "Alas, I spent my mind in vain, and I have a headache and ears now, sing a song to make Lao Tzu happy." ”