intoxicating

— the last man —

"Sure enough, what kind of plants are raised by what kind of owner..." Bi Xian cut off a few vines as if venting his anger, "Even the plants are like dog skin plasters."

"boom--"

Bi Xian looked up and saw that Gong Lingxi was holding a gun pointed at him.

After the energy of the bullet was reduced, it didn't cause much damage to him, but he was a little dizzy, but he didn't notice it at all just now, and at this moment, cold sweat broke out.

How could he have time to deal with himself, could it be Jun Xuan?No, it is impossible, it is absolutely impossible for Jun Xuan to lose.

The sound of fighting came to his ears again, and Bi Xian was relieved.

Since he can't get rid of these vines for the time being, then trap Gong Lingxi.

Bi Xian calmed down, and there was a delicate shuttle in his hand. The shuttle was like a paintbrush in his hand, weaving beautiful patterns.

It took a lot of energy to remove Zuo Xiyou's memory before, so it can't be used again at this time, but it is not that difficult to remove Gong Lingxi's memory.

Gong Lingxi saw what he wanted to do, and raised her gun to shoot, but there were always monsters in front of her.

After shooting a few shots, he stopped doing such useless work and concentrated on dealing with Junxuan. As long as Junxuan was dealt with before Bixian finished weaving, they would have the upper hand, and Gong Lingxi would even lose her memory , will not have much impact.

With this idea in mind, the rhythm of the attack was fast and fast, almost dazzling, the audience couldn't tell who made what move, and the commentator was dumbfounded at the moment, how should they explain it.

After thinking about it, the commentator simply stopped talking, and instead acted as an excited audience.

Jun Xuan panted heavily, "Very well, no one has been able to push me to this extent."

The surrounding energy began to gather rapidly, his muscles were filled with energy again, and his clothes also exploded due to the full energy, revealing his perfectly lined muscles, and countless audiences screamed.

Gong Lingxi thought to herself, if one day Xiyou made such a move, he would not be able to look directly at it.

Hurry up, hurry up, Bi Xian's brow was sweating, his men kept working, and his heart was never so anxious.

Junxuan raised his fist, and his whole figure shuttled through the hall, as if a jet was installed behind him. Gong Lingxi knew that she couldn't keep up with this speed, so she could only retreat, and changed the assist method to harassment.

There were drops of blood flying in the air, the monsters were stunned, and no one came to command them.

In an instant, everything was still.

"Score, has the winner been decided?" the commentator said uncertainly.

"Who, who won?"

Biham threaded the last silk thread, took out the scissors, and began to cut these brocades that he had worked so hard to weave.

On the team list, the name belonging to Zuo Xiyou was dimmed.

Hearing gunshots in the air again, Jun Xuan, who had only the last bit of strength left, also fell down.

Biham cut the last piece of brocade, and his face became even paler.

Those monsters lost control and gathered towards the only two humans in the field.

Bi Xian moved his fingers, wanting to pick up the sword to slay the monster, but his arm was swollen and painful, and he couldn't use his strength for a while.

No, it's not over yet, he wants to give Gong Lingxi a final blow.

Digging out the last bit of strength from the empty place, Bixian swung his sword to kill the monster, but saw that Gong Lingxi was still holding the silver gun in his hand. Although he lost his memory, his basic survival instinct still existed.

The last monster fell, leaving only two people in the field.

Bi Xian let out a breath in his heart, looked up at the tall dome, and finally reached the last moment.

Gong Lingxi held the silver gun in her hand, and didn't make a move, but looked at him curiously, not understanding what happened.

In this scene, the audience outside the venue who knew the truth was extremely anxious.

Now is Bi Xian's rare moment of weakness, but Gong Lingxi didn't do anything, but gave Bi Xian a chance to recover.

"Come on, the last blow..." Bi Xian clenched the sword in his hand.

Gong Lingxi said, "You brought me to this place?"

"It's you."

Gong Lingxi didn't look at him anymore, but turned to look at the silver gun in her hand.Suddenly, he made an astonishing move and threw away the silver gun in his hand.

Then, he searched on the ground for a while, and picked up a simple bronze sword.

"I have to beat you to get out of here, right?"

Bi Xian frowned slightly. This situation was not like amnesia, but more like amnesia. He obviously couldn't remember the game, but he didn't lose his ability to judge the situation.

"You look very weak..." Gong Lingxi said again, "If I strike at you, I won't win with force."

Hearing his words, the audience in the field, especially Ziwei's supporters, were almost overwhelmed, and it was at this time that they wanted to take advantage of his illness to kill him.

"However, it is also possible that you are deliberately showing weakness, so that I cannot make a move..." Gong Lingxi raised the bronze sword in her hand. The surface of the bronze sword has begun to rust, but it is still sharp.

"If you think too much, it will be endless. This time should be simpler. Why should I fight with you here?"

"Because we are rivals."

"You obviously have a better answer..." Gong Lingxi put down her sword and looked directly at him.

"I can't do such a thing as begging for mercy..." Bi Xian clenched his sword tightly, "Come on, if you beat me, you can get out from here."

"As you wish."

With the last blow, two sharp sword strikes, Bi Xian fell down slowly.

Memories flooded in, and Gong Lingxi looked blankly at the bronze sword in her hand. At this moment, it looked more like amnesia.

The auditorium was silent. They seemed to have not accepted the ending. Even if there were bright words on the screen, no one would look at them.

The host was silent for a long time before recalling his professionalism and announcing the result of the game, "Five points for heads, one point for survival, and one point for total annihilation. The team match score is 7:4, and the total score is 8:7. The winner is Ziwei."

— Toth —

After the training was over, a person rushed into the training room in a panic, and everyone looked at him, waiting for him to say the next thing.

The man was running in a hurry, and he hadn't calmed down yet, so he spoke incoherently, "Win, win, win..." After saying it several times, his tongue got stuck, and he didn't have a complete sentence at all.

Nightingale couldn't help but said, "Is it Ming Mo? Or Ziwei? Just these two words."

Yang Shao handed him a glass of water, and after drinking the water, he suppressed the confusion in his heart and spit out two complete words, "Ziwei."

"Losing?" Nightingale asked unwillingly.

"Won."

After winning the game, the happiest person is of course the parties involved, especially the assistant coach. When he lost three single matches in a row, he almost thought they were about to lose.

"You guys are amazing..." the teaching assistant choked up and said these words, but when he turned his head, he saw that there was no reaction in the room. Even Zhao Chuan, who had thrown away his crutches at the beginning, returned to seriousness at this moment, which made him think hard. Feelings have nowhere to go.

Several robot nurses opened the door and said to Zhao Chuan angrily, "The game is over, now you can go back with me."

"Okay, okay..." Zhao Chuan nodded blankly, and was dragged away by the robot nurse.

Han Yichen got up and walked out, "I'm going out for a walk alone, so you don't have to wait for me for lunch."

Zheng Haoxuan said, "I'll go out to get some air, so you don't have to wait for me."

Xie Qingyu got up, "I'll go to the hospital to see Zhao Chuan."

"Wait, I'll go with you..." Wang Ling said.

The teaching assistant was puzzled, wasn't Zhao Chuan here just now?

And he yelled so hard that he almost broke his eardrums. He is obviously recovering well, at least mentally.

"I'm also going to the hospital to check the impact..." Huajian said.

With a crash, six people ran away.No, not six, Kong Ying disappeared at some point.

Wu Lin yawned, "To celebrate the victory, I'm going to have a drink. Don't bother me..." Then, he patted the corner of his clothes and swaggered away.

"Wait..." The teaching assistant chased after him, wanting to clarify.

"I still have something to do..." Qi Zhao said, and left.

Jiang Qianming was still in the hospital, and there were only three people left in the room, Gong Lingxi, Zuo Xiyou and An Lian.

No one spoke, nor did they propose to leave. About half a minute later, An Lian said, "Congratulations."

"We are a team, and our victory is also your victory..." Gong Lingxi said, if this sentence was placed elsewhere, it would be a bit perfunctory, but at this moment, it seems more like looking for something to say.

"Now there are only three of us here, I want to ask you a question, how did you unlock the lock of love?" An Lian's next sentence became sharp.

Gong Lingxi raised her eyelids indistinctly, but others could not see that he was thinking, or he was not thinking about anything.

"Since it's inconvenient to say, forget it."

After speaking, An Lian also left.

There were only two people left in the room, Zuo Xiyou said, "I'm also curious, there are only two ways to unlock the Suiqing lock, one is to have so much nutrients that the Suiqing lock can't absorb it, and the other is to rely on violence to dismantle it. Which one are you?"

"I don't want to lie to you, so stop asking."

The two walked out, Zuo Xiyou pushed the door open, seemed to remember something, turned around and said, "There is one more thing I can't figure out."

"what?"

"The teleportation method of the teleportation array is random, but it is not in the second half of the game. It is almost only teleported at two places. To achieve this effect, all I can think of is that Junxuan destroys the teleportation array. According to his calculations, the sacred mountain should be the first to be destroyed, but the last time the four of us were sent to the sacred mountain, isn't this inconsistent with Junxuan's plan to control the overall situation?"

"Maybe the teleportation array will be repaired automatically."

"Maybe..." Zuo Xiyou walked out of the room, and when Gong Lingxi walked out, he asked, "What's for lunch?"

"seafood noodles."

"Eat these at noon, won't you have a stomachache?"

"It's okay..." Gong Lingxi put her hands behind her back, "By the way, do you want to bring Jiang Qianming a bowl?"

"The hospital will provide food, and he is a patient, the food should be light."

"That's a pity, I recently found a nice store."

In a nearby coffee shop, Han Yichen held a coffee cup hanging in the air, maintaining this position for a long time, his gaze fell on the virtual image on the glass window.

When Zheng Haoxuan came over, he happened to see this preoccupied look.

"A cup of white coffee, less sugar, no milk."

Zheng Haoxuan sat down opposite Han Yichen, Han Yichen finally made a movement, put down his cup, and shifted his gaze from the unreachable past to the person opposite.

"Why don't you go celebrate with them?"

"We have one last game."

"I thought the game was over for you."

This ending has two meanings. One is that they cannot win Toth, which is already the limit of what they can do;

The second is that what Zheng Haoxuan wants is to defeat Ming Wei Academy, as for other competitions, it is not that important.

Zheng Haoxuan leaned back, "It's not that easy to end, isn't it also over for you?" His words seemed to mean something, but Han Yichen didn't answer.

The waiter brought the coffee, Zheng Haoxuan took the coffee, and continued, "How many years have we known each other, I know you are a nostalgic person, the toys you broke in elementary school have never been willing to throw away, because it was her birthday present to you , even now that she is married to someone else, you still miss her."

"Stop talking..." The cup and plate made a clinking sound, Han Yichen didn't seem to want to talk about it.

"Okay, okay, let's not talk."