Seeing the scorpion rushing towards him, Yang Yifan's movements remained the same, just roaring wildly in his heart.

'Hurry, faster, slow, slow!'

The two sentences that seem to be completely opposite are the portrayal of Yang Yifan's inner thoughts at this time, hurrying up is naturally to make the return volume count faster, and slower is to hope that the scorpion will rush over a little slower, so that he will have more time to use the return volume, and finally achieve the goal of successfully escaping.

At this time, Yang Yifan hated the setting of the system's return countdown, if it could be like in the legendary game, as long as you double-click, the character would return to the safe area in an instant, how cool would it be?

Where can you not go in the world, even if it is the White House of Jianguo, Yang Yifan dares to sneak in with stealth, pull a bubble of on President Trump's chair, and then in a piercing siren and under the aim of hundreds of guns, he smiled and crushed the return roll, and swished back to his home.

But all this can only appear in Yang Yifan's fantasy now, with the limit of counting, Yang Yifan will definitely be swept into a sieve by the guards who rushed to smash the return roll one second after crushing it.

The speed of the scorpion did not change because of Yang Yifan's willpower, and the speed of the gallop made Yang Yifan frightened, seeing that only the last bit of time could be counted successfully, but the scorpion that ran in front had already rushed in front of Yang Yifan and Brother Zhang.

The scorpion soon approached a short distance of only one meter from Yang Yifan, and its huge chelicera waved, as if it would fall on Yang Yifan in the next second, cutting him in two.

But even so, Yang Yifan's body was still like a stone sculpture, standing there motionless. It's just that from his crazy trembling eyelashes and slightly frightened eyes, you can still feel that his heart is not as calm as he appears.

"Ahh

At this moment, a scream of fear sounded beside Yang Yifan, and the desperate Brother Zhang burst out of strength out of nowhere, and let out a crazy roar.

"I'm going to fight with you, killing one is enough, and killing two laborers will make money!"

Yang Yifan didn't look back at Brother Zhang, sighed slightly and closed his eyes. Because he understood that when Brother Zhang couldn't bear this pressure and interrupted the return scroll to count the seconds, death was already doomed.

Although he was able to hit a bat stronger than a scorpion in one blow before, he only had the power of that blow, and now he was just returning to the light, and on the opposite side were six scorpions with yellow-level mid-level strength, how could he have survived.

Moreover, the largest and fastest scorpion rushed towards Yang Yifan, and it was followed by three scorpions. In other words, there were only two scorpions crawling towards Brother Zhang, and they were seven or eight meters away from him.

Yang Yifan was not as scared as he was at a distance of one meter, but he ran away first.

Originally, Brother Zhang's survival was much bigger than Yang Yifan's, and he had time to make the return roll count successful, but he still didn't firmly believe in Yang Yifan in the end.

His death can be said to be self-defeating.

After Brother Zhang rushed towards the scorpion, Yang Yifan looked at the darkness in front of him and felt the fierce momentum of the scorpion rushing over, but his mood suddenly relaxed.

Everything you can do has been done, and the rest can only be left to God. Dead or alive, it's just this second.

A smell with a bloody smell first entered Yang Yifan's nostrils, Yang Yifan knew that it was the smell of bats that were stoned to death before, it seems that even if they are stoned to death, it is rare to have a whole corpse, I don't know if I will be like this in a while...

After the fishy smell, the momentum became stronger, rushing towards Yang Yifan. The sharp momentum hit his face like a knife, and he could feel a feeling of fear in every pore of his face. At the same time as the hair stood up, the erector hair muscle also contracted, forming goosebumps on the skin.

Yang Yifan clearly knew that the chelicera of the scorpion was already very close to him, and it might even be close to his twenty centimeters, and in less than a second, the chelicerae that was as sharp as iron tongs would fall on his body.

"Hopefully, this legendary system will be the same as in the game, and it will bring players back to life in the safe zone after they die. ”

This was Yang Yifan's last thought, and then he felt the chelicerae pierce into his body, followed by a sharp pain.

Still is... Failed?

A familiar feeling of spatial pulling came, as if only a second had passed, and it seemed like a century had passed, and that spatial pulling finally ended, and he regained control of his body.

Looking at the familiar scenes around him, Yang Yifan was in a trance. Succeeded, and once again brushed shoulders with death.

Maybe when the scorpion attacked itself, the countdown of its return roll had been completed, so even if it hit itself and put itself into a combat state, it still couldn't interrupt the use of the return roll, and it still returned to the return point set before.

"Hey, isn't this our third child, when did you come back, why didn't I see you before I went to bed?"

The return point set by Yang Yifan was in his student dormitory at Danfu University, at this time Cao Peng was wearing underwear, looking at Yang Yifan sleepily, looking at him as if he was going to get up to pee.

Before Yang Yifan could answer, Cao Peng suddenly screamed, and his voice resounded throughout the boys' dormitory building. At the same time, his eyes were bigger than bull's eyes, and he reflexively tore off a blanket from his bed and covered Yang Yifan's.

"Third child, what's wrong with you, was you cut off with a tiger's head and didn't succeed? Why are you so seriously injured, and you shed so much blood!Ah, no, I have to call the emergency number and ask the hospital to send a car. By the way, what is the phone number of 120?"

Yang Yifan looked at Cao Peng, who was dizzy in a hurry, and was a little amused, his smile pulled the wounds on his body, and at the same time, the sharp pain that he had neglected for the rest of his life after the catastrophe struck again, stimulating every nerve in his body.

Looking down in the direction where the pain came from, he hadn't noticed that his blood had almost spread to the entire bed, and even Cao Peng's blanket was quickly infected with his own blood.

Yang Yifan looked at his wound and gasped, and then hurriedly threw a healing technique on his body.

Before teleporting, he was caught in the waist by the scorpion's attack, just like Cao Peng said that he failed to cut off the waist with a tiger's head, his waist was directly cut off by the scorpion's chelicera, and he could vaguely see the large intestine and small intestine duodenum that were also clamped inside.

Fortunately, Yang Yifan has not moved since he teleported back, otherwise with his current injury, I am afraid that as long as there is a little movement, the internal organs will fall out of his abdomen.

"Don't call, third child!"

Yang Yifan stopped Cao Peng's movements, and then took a deep breath again to calm his somewhat excited mood. At the same time, he tore off his blood-stained red blanket and bandaged it around the wound on his waist to make sure he didn't lose any parts in his stomach when he moved.

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