Please breed an escape boss! [unlimited]

Chang Xia: "..."

It seems that if you don't tell him, he won't say it.

But the strange thing is that this doesn't feel like a threat to Yin Changxia, or an exchange of information.

It's a purer sense of grievance.

Yin Changxia: "My eyes were infected with too much poisonous gas in Hall A, but I am not blind, but the recovery is slower. Roughly estimated, at most two or three o'clock in the morning, I can..."

Jiang Tingyun took out a prop and handed it to Yin Changxia.

Pei Zheng, unable to move for the time being: "..."

The hateful evil thing actually stole his props to curry favor with Yin Changxia!

And he was very accurate, even though there were so many low-level items, he won the B-level healing items as soon as he picked them up.

Pei Zheng thought that the evil thing had disappeared last night, but he didn't know that when he was in Hall A, he was scrambling for his body again.However, he couldn't catch the evil thing while holding the object, so he could only watch helplessly.

Pei Zheng's air pressure was low, and he was extremely reluctant.

How did Yin Changxia know Pei Zheng's mood?

His fingers touched Jiang Tingyun's palm. Although Jiang Tingyun still had a bewildered expression, his whole body was clearly exuding joy.

All the spiders on the ground stopped, none of them were nibbling on the tempting food.

Regardless of being hungry, they all stared at Yin Changxia, as if this was the most important thing.

It is a level higher than appetite.

The sights of the spiders from all directions were all focused on Yin Changxia.

Yin Changxia shuddered inexplicably: "Is it a prop? Thank you."

He carefully brought the prop over, always feeling a little creepy, shouting danger all over his body, don't get too close.

Yin Changxia asked: "Now can we say what is the evil thing that was killed just now?"

He will judge the identity of the opponent based on the strength of the evil thing.

If it's a low-strength one, it's fine. If it's strong, there must be something wrong with this person!

Jiang Tingyun was about to speak: "Yes..."

Pei Zheng took back his body at this moment, and the spiders around him dispersed, not continuing to surround Yin Changxia.

Pei Zheng was extremely unwilling, and his expression was slightly distorted.

Always throwing messes at him!

Knowing that Yin Changxia has a lot of thieves, Pei Zheng also started to play tricks: "It's... the one... the bat..."

It is too difficult to learn to speak with this mentally retarded person!

He's an A-level player anyway.

Pei Zheng had three big characters 'unhappy' written all over his face.

Yin Changxia: "Lonely bats? They are cursed!"

Pei Zheng: "I have...props..."

Yin Changxia: "Where did you come from?"

Pei Zheng: "Hall A...I picked it up..."

Yin Changxia: "..."

If he didn't lie, isn't that the prop left by Jackdaw?

Yin Changxia pursed his lips tightly, his eyes were hurt, and now is not the time for revenge.

Yin Changxia showed a smile, but a little alienated: "Thank you."

Pei Zheng: "..."

He leaned against the corner quietly, folded his arms and observed Yin Changxia carefully.Even though Pei Zheng didn't watch the whole process of Yin Changxia's performance in Hall A, he saw a thing or two.

Lu Ziheng does have a younger brother with great potential, maybe the eighth A-level player in the homeland will be Yin Changxia.

Pei Zheng was still a little upset last night, but because of an evil thing entering his body, he briefly made a deal with Yin Changxia.

But when he remembered that a mere E-level player dared to negotiate terms with him, Pei Zheng felt ridiculous.

When he saw Yin Changxia's performance, the gloom in his heart dissipated a little.

The strength of strength.

This is Pei Zheng's only criterion for judging people.

"Then... the props are not drinking... but rubbing..."

Pei Zheng learned the mentally retarded tone with difficulty, "Do you want me to help...?"

Yin Changxia: "Help what?"

Pei Zheng: "Help you... wipe... the wound on your waist..."

Yin Changxia thought to himself, this time he must try what the other party wants to do, and his slightly drooping eyes glowed coldly.When he received the props just now, the Book of Revelation gave the names of the props, and there was indeed no problem.

Then why did he help himself?

Want to hug your thighs?

Yin Changxia: "Okay, sorry to trouble you."

There was still a musty smell in the room, the windows were not sealed, and a little cold wind poured in.The clothes on Yin Changxia's body were messy, and the candlelight danced, reflecting on Yin Changxia's cheeks, giving off a bewitching beauty.

Zong Tan just came back, his hand bones were in Yin Changxia's body, and he couldn't leave Yin Changxia too far.

It's just that what happened just now made him want to be quiet.

The few things he did under such emotional fluctuations are indeed very unlike him.

After leaving for ten minutes, Ling Zongtan's mind finally became clear, and he planned to return to his right hand, but unexpectedly saw this scene.

Zong Tan: "..."

The clothes are messy, the corners of the eyes are reddish, and there are outsiders in the house.

The calmness that had been so hard was broken in an instant, and the feeling of irritability rose again, even more intense than before.

Yin Changxia is really a genius who can touch his emotions.

The author has something to say: The fight for favor you want to watch is here, there will be a small Shura field tomorrow, and then the plot will start!

small theater:

Pei Zheng: My little gold cabinet!My B-grade prop!

Jiang Tingyun: I'll take it away...and give it to Xia Xia....

Pei Zheng: QAQ.

(You house thief!)