"The situation has really taken a turn for the worse!"

This voice doesn't belong to any one of the squad, it belongs to the old narrator who has been following us since we entered the game.

The barrage is almost laughing at the moment.

"Disma: I heard that the pressure monster has been killed?

Renard: Yes, that's right. ”

"Smash your teammates!"

"There are two inner ghosts in our side!"

"Elaborate on."

Yi Lingde's face twitched, and he looked at the screen with a solemn expression and did not speak.

He didn't have time to pay attention to what the barrage was talking about now, and his heart had already risen to his throat.

For him at this moment, neither the plague doctor nor the nun's madness was enough to make his mood fluctuate in any way.

Originally, from the time when Renard and Disma kept talking nonsense, causing the pressure of the next two people to rise wildly, he already had a premonition that these two people would go crazy.

If you're crazy, you're crazy, it doesn't matter, the most important thing now is to keep Disma alive.

He was already in a near-death state, and he was also put on a bleeding dot, and if there was no treatment from the nun, it was very likely that he would die violently!

Luckily, the two on the other side had already made a move.

Renard took the lead and eliminated the skeleton warrior with a direct sword, and the tense heartstrings of the alien spirit were slightly loosened.

But Disma scolded again:

"Where's my pay?"

"Damn, you're going to die and scold!"

The Alien Spirit erupted in anger, and finally ushered in the turn of the nun.

Eldron breathed a sigh of relief.

Just give Disma's milk a bite and the battle will be won.

"(tears in her eyes) let me go...... Leave me alone...... Leave me alone......"

In the midst of the nun's frantic babbling, four big words jumped out of her head.

He only felt his hands and feet cold.

Nima's! Why!

"You can die if you move a little! Disma is dying!

He's it.,I'm also serving this stupid game.,How can there be such a stupid game!

People are going to die.,Skip the round.,Which stupid game was developed by such a stupid game! ”

With the extremely high content of the mother's scolding squirting out of the mouth of the strange spirit, the audience seemed to be in ecstasy!

"I'm in a hurry! I'm in a hurry! The pig's head is in a hurry! ”

"Die! Die! Die! ”

"Is this the Dark Dungeon? Loved, loved! ”

Round 2 begins!

Surprisingly, it was Renard who took the lead.

"Don't stare at me, you cowardly lamb!"

Love to scold how much to scold, the alien spirit can not control so much now.

He was now using his barren brain at a rapid pace, thinking about how to break the game at this moment.

"This Wolverine is a five-speed, and if I leave him alone, he could have stabbed our Disma to death in one fell swoop.

So, I should stun this Wolverine with this stun hit now, and then bet that Disma, who has been reduced by 5 speed due to his near-death experience, will be able to shoot behind the nun so that he can have a chance to survive. ”

Hearing the serious analysis of the alien spirit, the question mark was brushed up in the live broadcast room.

“？ Where did you hide our pig-headed teacher? Give us back the teacher! ”

"People are going to be gone, and you know to play at this time, right? Wretched waterns! ”

"Dai Shen! Our Dai God is back! ”

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that his decision was the right one, and when Disma was already in a critical position, he finally remembered the days when he controlled the thunder and lightning on the Hearthstone Ladder.

"No, no...... Yes, yes, yes, so the decision is definitely right. ”

As Reynard slammed the hilt of his sword into Wolverine's head, a golden circle of light appeared above his head.

Vertigo Success!

In the next round, Wolverine's body flickered, and he skipped his round without any movement.

"Awesome!"

The Eldron rejoiced, however, just as he was excited that he had finally made a brilliant move......

Disma succeeded in hurrying, because of the bleeding dot hanging on his body, his neck was crooked, and he directly turned into a bright red skull, and he died cleanly.

"—...... the fatal blow of this blow"

The vicissitudes of life seemed to have a sense of regret in his voice, but this was clearly a mockery in the ears of the strange spirit!

"No!"

What is it like to go from heaven to hell?

Obviously I feel that my wisdom has been opened, I obviously feel that I can play this game a little bit, I obviously feel that I am about to win, everything seems to be missing, but how can reality go according to your script?

"Like! Open champagne! ”

"Disma, who accompanied the pig's head through the old road without injury, fell at 13:07 on June 1, 2031! Alarm bells ringing! ”

"Wolverine: I heard that you dizzy me."

But that's not the end of it.

Disma's death has caused the stress of the trio to skyrocket! What followed was a continuous stream of gossip.

The alien spirit couldn't do anything, so he could only watch the remaining three people spray me, and I spray you.

In the blink of an eye, Renard's pressure bars had all turned pure white, reaching the upper limit of 200.

With a crooked neck, Renard's blood bar, which originally had 26 blood, was directly emptied and entered a near-death state, but the pressure also returned to 180.

"Crumbling on the brink of death, facing the endless abyss!"

The narrator is never absent!

The Alien trembled his right hand, trying to control the nun to give her own god of war a sip.

"Your reckless plans will destroy me!"

Renard refuses to milk!

Elimder touched the mouse, and he smiled as he saw that the milk blood skill couldn't pick Renard at all.

Laughing like a forklift.

Milk on your own body.

The Old Gods Sacrifice Thorns!

With a flash of blood, Renard's neck crooked, and Wolverine added another revenant soul to his hand.

"Death awaits in that moment of slackness......"

"What a stupid narrator, buzzing like a fly in my ears!"

The Alien had just finished scolding, because of Renard's death, the nun and the plague doctor exploded one after another.

He didn't even do anything, but he could only watch the remaining two guys scold themselves to death.

[Mission Failed]

Looking at the four bright red skulls on the screen, he only felt that something in his head had suddenly collapsed.

The mouse was slammed on the table by the Alien Spirit, and he held his head to the ceiling, his mouth growing out of his mind.

Who am I? Where am I? What am I going to do?

Obviously, when this battle just began, everything was not so bad, only Renard and Disma were crazy, and the nuns and the plague doctor in the back were all fine.

Why? Why did things turn out like this?

"Hah! Ha! Ha! ”

He smiled, looked at the screen, tilted his head, and laughed happily.

"It's over! Finished! The teacher is crazy too! ”

"Isn't it! Pig head, cheer up, it's just a game, not so much. ”

"Nima's, this game is poisonous!"

"This narration is too mentality-oriented, it's simply the essence of this game."

Looking at the rapidly rolling barrage, Yi Lingde clutched his chest and gasped several times.

Suddenly, he raised his right hand:

"Brothers, don't broadcast it, this game is too stupid, I have chest pain now, and I'm going to be hospitalized if I continue to broadcast it."

Broadcast at the speed of light!