I'm just a Buddhist player

"Fortunately, we are not in that era."

There was a long silence in the live broadcast room. Under the raging attack of the infected, the female player's police uniform had turned into a rag-like existence, soaked in blood, and fell drop by drop into the dust and mud.

"People! There is still a support seat, why is no one here!" A girl watching the live broadcast couldn't help crying.

"There are only three people in the top ten online in the whole district. They should not be sure, so they don't dare to waste the last spot easily." Someone responded heavily.

"Sister Yanran's clothes are no longer durable! The wire ball stick is no longer good, once sister Yanran leaves, what will Xiaoya do!"

"There are still three waves of corpses, and the third wave of corpses is coming soon. Even if there is another great god, there is no way to protect Xiao Tuo." Someone analyzed calmly.

"Is it going to fail like this? Are we going to fail?"

"I'm so sad, is there really no other way?"

The live broadcast room fell into a freeze again, the cruelty of doomsday cut across the tip of the nose like a blade, chilling to the bone.

"There are only two ways now." A familiar nickname jumped into everyone's attention.

"First, according to the rules of the novice corpse tide, as long as the owner of the development zone, that is, Xiao Tuo, does not die after the time of the corpse tide, the guard is considered successful. There are still 18 minutes and 24 seconds. If Xiao Ji can persist until the corpse tide When the tide is over, you will be successful.

Of course, in my opinion, the chances of success for Xiao Yaya are less than 1%.If it succeeds, it will be a doomsday miracle. "

"What about the second method?" Many people couldn't wait to ask.

"The second method..." The spokesperson made a detour, "Who else remembers how the giant infected body in the Autumn Forest died when the X virus broke out?"

"Didn't everyone beat him to death with concerted efforts?"

"I remember that a big guy brought all the mortars, and the scene was so lively!"

The person who raised the topic remained silent, and finally someone said cautiously, "I think the person who asked upstairs should be the strongest mutated infected body... the one that we beat for half an hour before it lost a third of its blood... ..."

The speed of the barrage slowed down, and a name was about to come out, but no one wanted to speak.

"No way, the probability of him coming to support is lower than the probability of Xiao Yaoji persisting for 18 minutes?" Someone said awkwardly.

"You want him to come? I'm afraid that man's robot will kill Xiaochao in one shot."

"It is said that his Destroyer has improved again. It is said that it has been a long time since his bee colony came out to collect supplies."

"Yes, the second possibility I mentioned is him, grimreaper, reaper, and many people still prefer to call him another nickname, Death." The topic person jumped out, eloquently, "Don't forget, everyone, grimreaper is also A person who has passed the novice training on the difficulty of five-star hell has only two people guarding his first wave of corpses."

"I know this. It must be the tide of corpses that he and the fox are resisting. Grimreaper can only accommodate this fox. The others have gone, and I am afraid they will be sent home."

"But asking Grimreaper to help Xiaochao, it's...impossible, isn't it?"

"Look, the girl from the Yan family is dying!"

In the video, Yan Ran almost exhausted his last ounce of strength, desperately taking the infected person away from the boy, and further away.

A group of infected people picked up stones from the ground and threw them at the running players. Dozens of stones hit Yanran, one of them hit Yanran's forehead, and strands of blood flowed down the hair. Yanran finally fell to the ground. A "Help" signal appears above the character's head.

"Miss sister!" Yi Lanqing suddenly jumped off the high point of the shooting and ran towards Yanran who was lying on the ground.

"Don't come here!" Yan Ran spat out a mouthful of blood in shock.

Crowds of infected people have new targets, rushing towards the seemingly harmless boy.

"Sooner or later, I will die, and I will die with you!" Yi Lanqing's eyes were red, and the side of the machete in his hand reflected the ferocious and withered appearance of the infected person.

Yi Lanqing mobilized the only hot air in the sea of ​​qi in the mutton, and ran towards the infected person at the head. With a little tiptoe, the blade moved up and down quickly. The infected person trembled all over, splashed blue blood around his neck, and knelt down softly.

The young man's offensive continued unabated, he jumped up, touched the shoulder of the infected person with his toes, turned around in the air and slashed down with the blade, another infected person fell to the side.

"Xiao Ya is crazy!"

"Little Tuya is amazing, my God, this is so handsome!"

"It's completely a battle of trapped beasts. Xiao Yaoji's physical strength is definitely not as good as that of the one shot into the soul, and there is no chance of resurrection. Once he dies, he will fail!"

"Wait a minute, you see, Xiao Jiji is really flexible. I feel that if he doesn't attack the infected, but just moves around, he might be able to hold on until the zombie wave boss arrives!"

"Little Tuya is really outputting like crazy right now. How do I feel? Xiao Jiji probably doesn't know that if he can survive until the tide of corpses ends, even if he doesn't kill an infected person, he can still win?"

Yi Lanqing traveled all the way to Yanran's side on the drunken Luoying. Yanran's eyes widened in surprise from the young man's series of operations, and he almost seemed to be looking back.

"Miss Sister, I will fight to the death with you!" The young man had tears in his eyes.

"Don't, don't!" Yan Ran finally reacted and quickly vetoed, "If the owner of the development zone can persist until the tide of corpses is over, it can be regarded as a successful guard!"

Yi Lanqing rolled her eyes, "Really? Didn't you lie to me?"

"It's absolutely true!" Yan Ran lay on the ground, blinking desperately, "Little brother, I don't have much time, I will cheer you on in the live broadcast room! Be sure to persevere till the end!"

After Yan Ran finished speaking, she gave up struggling, and the body disappeared in the development zone.

Yi Lanqing was stunned for a moment, and rushed forward with a fishy smell behind him, before he had time to think about it, he stepped out with drunken Luoying's footwork, Yi Lanqing shuttled among the infected, and for a moment the infected was a helpless little boy.

Time passed by, and the fourth wave of corpses had arrived. The development zone was extremely crowded, and the young man's footwork was undisturbed, showing a bit of leisure.

"Isn't this too awesome???"

The number of people in the live broadcast room has exceeded [-] and is still increasing.

"The last wave is left, and there is a boss in the last wave, who can pinch and pounce, it's hard for me!"

"Wait, look, someone used the last spot to enter the development zone!"

An old man appeared in the chaotic battlefield. The matchbox that Yi Lanqing had built before was in ruins. The old man stood on top of the ruins with a calm expression, as if he had a plan in mind.

When Yi Lanqing found the old man, his eyes lit up, and he suddenly recalled the worldly masters mentioned by many storytellers.

They are usually toddling old men who sweep the floor and wipe the table on weekdays. They seem harmless to humans and animals.

This old man looks a little kind and a little extravagant, he must be extraordinary!

Yi Lanqing's eyes were burning, full of anticipation.

The infected will not let go of any living players, and some infected will abandon the young and attack the old.

In just a moment, the infected people scattered in all directions, and the old man was lying on the ground, dying, with messy silver-white hair, black eye circles, and embarrassingly torn clothes.

Yi Lanqing couldn't speak, but just walked silently.

The book is full of lies.

"Well, my child, I'm sorry." The old man said tremblingly, "I was picking hemp in the autumn forest, and suddenly I saw an excellent hemp plant with dewdrops on the leaves. I stretched out my hand to pick it, but the result was old I'm not flexible, so I accidentally clicked "Come to support" on the World Channel."

"It's okay." Yi Lanqing smiled and walked among the infected with ease.

"The child is so flexible, unlike us old people." The old man nodded his head tremblingly, "Come and add a friend."

Yi Lanqing took out the survival aid and entered the old man's nickname "Jiahe Wanshixing" word by word, without any disorder in his steps.

"Old man, I added you." The boy was very well-behaved.

"Then, I'll be leaving first, child, please do your best." The old man clicked "Give up the struggle" slowly, and the corpse slowly disappeared.

In the live broadcast room, everyone was speechless, what kind of oolong is this!

The old man seemed to have left something behind. When Yi Lanqing turned around, a bright color flashed by. When he wanted to take a closer look, he was blocked by the infected person.

"It's over, there are still 6 minutes left, the ****oss is coming!"

Amidst the wailing in the live broadcast room, the boss holding a shield and holding a cannon on his shoulders entered the development area. As soon as he entered the field, he locked onto Yi Lanqing, jumped with a shovel, and almost threw Yi Lanqing into the pile of infected people .

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! I can't kiss anymore!"

"What to do! The last quota is wasted like this! Heartbroken!"

"Ahhh, the boss is going to lock the target with the anti-cannon, so hurry up and dodge! This cannon will do at least 100 damage! Aiming is over!"

Yi Lanqing looked at the red circle of light that followed him, and subconsciously felt that something was wrong. Even if he moved faster, the light circle was like a maggot attached to the bone, and he couldn't get rid of it no matter what.

Yi Lanqing's speed slowed down, the aperture tightened for a moment, the boss squatted down, and pointed the cannon over his shoulder at the boy.

"It's over!"

Many people in the live broadcast room turned their heads away, not daring to watch any more.

"Coax!" The cannonball rushed towards the young man with destructive power. If it was blown up, his body would definitely be smashed to pieces.

Yi Lanqing retreated desperately, but there were so many infected people behind him, it was inevitable to avoid it.

"Bang!" The huge sound shook the world, and a wave of infected people was affected by the airflow of the shells and fell to the ground in all directions.

"It's over..."

"What a pity……"

"I can only say, Yan Ran, once you get into the soul, you dog brother next door, Xiao Tuo can only kiss you, it's all good!"

This is undoubtedly an unacceptable result, and many people quit the live broadcast room one after another.

"Wait, look, the countdown to the tide of corpses is not over!"

Above the base, the smoke and dust from the shells dissipated slowly, the young man raised his head in a daze, and the silver-black metal wings slowly unfolded in front of his eyes, each petal like a blooming ink lotus.

The mechanical right hand put Yi Lanqing into the groove at the heart, and a transparent barrier formed to protect the dazed boy.

The author has something to say: Little Theater

"Hello, the author surnamed Tao asked me to interview you on behalf of the readers." The man set up the shorthand board, his face was stern, and he seemed very professional.

"Hello." Yi Lanqing rubbed her hands and sat nervously on the chair opposite the man.

"Name?" The man was expressionless.

"Yi Lanqing, or Chu Qingge."

"age?"

"Eighteen and seven months."

"I heard you know some weird things?" The man looked up at Yi Lanqing.

"That's not something weird, that's called martial arts." Yi Lanqing blinked.

"Be more specific." The man's long, bony fingers quickly recorded on the shorthand board.

"Those were all learned in the past, and they may be able to be practiced now, such as golden bell shield, iron cloth shirt, eagle claw skill, five wound fist..." Yi Lanqing is very familiar with this kind of topic.

"Briefly describe the golden bell jar." The man said concisely.

"To put it simply, it is a kind of supreme magic skill that can be cultivated both internally and externally. It is known as the best defense in the world. It makes the muscles of the body like wood and stone..."

The man's recording hand trembled slightly, but his face remained calm, "How to crack it?"

"Xiyangfeng." Yi Lanqing looked down at a place that all men knew. (Strange, why do readers ask me this kind of question?)

"Okay." The man quickly wrote down, "What about the iron shirt?"

"Iron cloth shirts can't be punched, but you can break them with your fingers." Yi Lanqing said all the words with a sincere face.

"By the way, do you have time tonight?" The man looked up at the good baby Yi Lanqing.

"There is..." (This year's readers are so strange)

"Would you like to have a meal at my sea villa?" The man smiled slightly, his ears turning red.

"it is good……"

Follow-up: "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu (help)" A peach was tied up in a dark basement, crying like a fountain.