Chapter 54: The Circus on the Other Side (8)

"Okay?" Lu Xingyun saw that the two of them didn't speak, and he didn't dare to confirm it.

"It should be possible, the system does not require to be held in the hand to pass to the next one, as long as there is a hold, take turns, this is in accordance with the regulations. I agree, what about you? Yuan Qingli looked at Bo Zijin.

Bo Zijin saw Yuan Qingli's gaze on his face, and his eyes flashed with disgust: "I don't approve of tricks. ”

Yuan Qingli and the two sighed in their hearts.

"But I will not object to Madame's decision." The disgust in Bo Zijin's eyes instantly turned into full of fighting intent, as if nothing could make him frown.

"Okay, then decide." Although he didn't know where Bo Zijin's hostility towards him came from, Yuan Qingli had no intention of getting to the bottom of it, anyway, after passing this level, Xiao Lang was a passerby from then on.

[Drop, the cutie is about to arrive in 30 seconds.] Please be ready for the lucky audience and have a great time playing the game. 】

After a while, only the sound of gears was heard, and a one-meter-square platform rose from the ground. In the middle of the platform, a palm-sized silver sphere stood obediently.

Underneath the platform were three half-man-high holes, which were supposed to allow the three of them to dodge the explosion.

The three of them quickly stretched out their hands, all close to the sphere, but they didn't press it, nodded to each other, and after signaling the meeting, silence was better than sound.

[Toot.] 】

The countdown began, and a loud bang exploded in the air and was heard into the distance.

[Toot.] 】

The countdown was repeated, and the hearts of all three of them were beating violently.

【Ding.】 】

Yuan Qingli quickly stretched out her hand and pressed it on the sphere, and the second hand in her heart jumped a square.

"One." Yuan Qingli raised his hand and yelled, shouting is the easiest way to gain strength when it is dangerous.

At the same time, it is also a reminder to Bo Zijin.

Bo Zijin stretched out his hand, his hands were well-jointed, his nails were neat, with a subtle luster, obviously the daily protection was in place.

However, his hands were obviously a little shy, and he seemed to be desperately avoiding Yuan Qingli's delicate hands.

Of course, it may not be shy, but hateful from the bottom of my heart.

"Two." Bo Zijin's voice was not loud, but he was still full of power.

Lu Xingyun pressed it at the same time as Bo Zijin withdrew his hand, and the gap in the middle was only half a second, and it was hard to imagine that these were three strangers who were working together for the first time.

Lu Xingyun's hands were white and slender, and his strength was not light.

"Three."

Yuan Qingli quickly relayed.

"Four."

Bo Zijin's hand unconsciously deviated from Yuan Qingli, as if Yuan Qingli's hand was a poisonous insect and beast.

But the sphere was so big, it was inevitable, and Bo Zijin leaned towards Lu Xingyun.

Lu Xingyun looked up at Bo Zijin in a daze, his heart was surging, what was the matter with this domineering president, he didn't touch the hand of the beauty, he had to catch himself?

Could it be ......

Lu Xingyun flashed a thought, couldn't help but shiver, and quickly stayed away from him.

So Lu Xingyun leaned on Yuan Qingli again, Yuan Qingli frowned in confusion, what is the situation?

Fortunately, she is a generous woman, and she doesn't mind Lu Xingyun who is close.

If she dodges it again, it will be a complete Möbius ring, and the three of them will start going in circles?

In this way, under some unclear factor, Yuan Qingli and Lu Xingyun approached silently, and Bo Zijin on the other side was alone.

A second is fast, so fast that one breath is not enough; One second is also very slow, so slow that the thoughts of the three of them can fly thousands of miles away.

"Seven."

After Yuan Qingli reported the number, he was still standing, without the intention of dodging.

Lu Xingyun glanced at it appreciatively and didn't ask.

"Eight." Bo Zijin's voice was not loud, but he was full of energy. Looking at Yuan Qingli's gaze, he was still disgusted, but he was missing two points.

"Nine." As if hearing the trumpet, the three of them quickly turned around and squatted down, holding their heads and nesting into the hole.