Feng Yin answered a few questions from netizens from time to time.

Netizens are already very accustomed to her words, and even most netizens envy Feng Yin's character.

She never consumes herself.

The wind has been really happy.

Wind Yin's style of acting is invisibly influencing some people.

The almost-eaten wind moan began to accelerate, and ten minutes later she was again in the first batch.

There were very few yellow-skinned people in the first batch, plus there were only three of them with Wind Moan.

Most of the rest are dark-skinned people, they dress professionally, run professionally, and have a big pace and a steady rhythm.

Marathons are endurance, they are long-lasting, and no one sprints hard at the beginning, which is why Wind Yin can catch up.

Wind Yin accelerated to catch up, attracting the attention of the first batch of people.

Just one glance, and they don't look at it anymore.

Female.

Don't be afraid.

How sharp the wind was to laugh at the contempt of a few people.

"They look down on me as a woman."

"His uncle, my mother just can't win, and I'm going to force you to tremble."

Feng Yin held the idea that she was not happy, and others should not think about it, and she tenaciously stayed in the first batch, even the surrounding food could not attract her.

She didn't have much else, and she was heavier than her weight.

Half an hour later, Wind Moan's breathing intensified, but she was still in the first batch.

Not only was she in the first batch, but she also surpassed one after another, and jumped to the first place in the first batch.

The black man who was temporarily behind Feng Yin watched Feng Yin surpass him and still accelerated, and the black man felt a little nervous as the distance between the two people became farther and farther away.

He intellectually knew that Feng Yin would not be able to hold on, and sooner or later he would go down, but in his heart he looked at the distance getting farther and farther away, and a sense of anxiety grew.

Before he knew it, he quickened his pace.

After the blacks in second place picked up the pace, the blacks behind followed suit.

Under the scorching turmoil of the wind, the first batch of people were in a hurry.

The leading wind moan, trying to adjust her own breathing.

"Milk-——- milk——- tired--dead old man!"

"They're in a hurry!"

"Look down on me, I'm tired of you!"

Feng Yin really only has a hard mouth all over her body, even if her breathing is uneven now, she still has the strength to complain.

[I have to admire you, I can't get angry, and I haven't forgotten to have a good time. 】

[Feng Yin is really powerful, she has been running for an hour and a half so far. 】

[It's the first time I've participated in a marathon, and it's really amazing to be able to run this result.] 】

Netizens are really both impressed and speechless by Feng Yin.

Is it really worth it to be tired like this for the sake of competition?

Is it worth it?

Wind Groan will tell you that it's worth it.

Sometimes, people just have to fight for a breath.

After another half hour, Feng Yin really couldn't run.

"I- that's it, my muscles are going to dissolve when I run."

And the wind moaning that was joking began to slow down.

The negro, who had been following behind, caught up after him two minutes later, sneering at the wind and saying a word in his own native language.

The black man who followed behind must have known the one in front of him, and he replied to the first man in the same language, and both of them laughed at the same time, laughing indescribably proudly.

It was this laughter that completely stimulated the wind groaning.

Ben had already slowed down, and the sweat-soaked wind groaned, and he raised his head violently.

As one looked up, beads of sweat were thrown at the two black men next to him by the wind.