Wu Qiuyan frowned and scolded in a low voice: "Damn!"

The white shirt in front of the abdomen had been soaked with red blood, and the white jade hand covering the abdomen could not stop the loss of blood at all, and the blood continued to snaked out of the fingers.

Wu Qiuyan stood up with his hand on the trunk of the tree next to him, as if the wind was born under his feet, so fast that he could only see the afterimage.

"Chase!"

The man in black in the lead waved his hand at the men behind him, and quickly turned his head and chased after him.

Wu Qiuyan's speed slowed down, and the group of men in black quickly caught up.

Wu Qiuyan covered her abdomen, which was still bleeding, and her lips were pale and she hid in a narrow and dark cave.

Those deep and beautiful blue eyes look particularly charming in the dark.

The spicy chicken is so anxious that it goes round and round in the system space.

What to do, what to do?

The soul of the spicy chicken host has been attacked by an unknown one and has begun to dissipate!

If this continues, not only will the spicy chicken host die, but it will also be cannon fodder!

*

Wu Qiuyan gasped silently. If you look closely, you can see that his hands are trembling slightly.

There was a loud "boom", lightning pierced the sky, God's tear ducts seemed to be turned on a switch, and soybean-sized raindrops fell from the dark sky in an instant.

In just a few seconds, Wu Qiuyan was drenched into a soup chicken.

The rain washes everything. It was mixed with blood as bright and dazzling as a red rose, and it snaked down the lines of the ground.

Wu Qiuyan also turned pale and his lips were purple because the wound was washed and soaked by the rain.

He closed his eyes, and the sound in his ears suddenly amplified several times.

He heard the stumbling footsteps fade away, the rain growing louder, and his own heavy, struggling breathing.

He reached out and fumbled in his coat pocket in a little anxious, trembling his hand that almost couldn't hold anything steadily, and sprayed the spray at himself several times in a row, before his breathing gradually calmed down.

The corners of his mouth curled into a smile, with indifference, evil and some incomprehensible emotions.

How long has it been since you felt like you were on the verge of death?

Since she was fifteen years old, even getting sick and injured was a very rare thing.

Host PK Tournament ......

It's not simple.

Wu Qiuyan never opened his eyes because he needed a sharper sense of hearing now.

He knew that it was not the group of men in black who made him feel dead, but the people behind the scenes related to the host PK match.

They broke his soul.

*

In the darkness, a pair of slightly pale golden eyes opened.

He seemed to have been asleep for a long time, and his majestic voice still had a hint of hoarseness: "A mongrel is indeed a mongrel, even if it has gone through wind and frost, there has not changed in the slightest."

"Uncle, what do you say...... Isn't that a little too ruthless?" A shrill voice with a smile sounded in the endless darkness, "No matter what he says, it's your son, isn't it?"

"Hmph, I don't have such a son!"

The owner of that majestic voice was obviously angry, and the air condensed at once, and the owner of the shrill voice frowned, and in an instant fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Although he had resisted the coercion with all his might, his body kept shaking violently and told him that he couldn't hold it anymore, that he had lost, and that the genius he thought he was was just a joke!

The owner of the shrill voice gritted his teeth, and his green eyes suddenly turned scarlet, like a fierce and vicious beast hiding in the dark, ready to give a fatal blow at any time!