Let’s Lose A Billion Today First

The young man raised his hand, put it on his forehead, moved his long leg to the sofa and lay it down, with one leg slightly bent.

Because of this action, more blood leaked from his abdomen.

But the boy's complexion didn't change, as if he didn't feel any pain.

Finally the young man lowered his head, the streamer turned lightly in his beautiful eyes, his lips opened slightly, and a few seconds later, there was a voice: "What are you staring at me for?"

Cold and impatient.

Chu Zheng: "Let me see when you can lose too much blood and die."

Simon: "..."

Ximu's slender eyelashes fell slightly, and his eyes fell on his abdomen.

A few seconds later, the young man raised his eyes and looked straight into Chu Zheng's pupils: "Otherwise you will give me a knife, it will be faster."

"Okay."

Chuzheng answered quickly.

With a twist of her wrist, the machete appeared in her hand.

The knife dangled from Ximu's head to toe: "Where do you want to chop?"

"Let's look at it." The young man closed his eyes impatiently, pretending to be a gentleman.

Cut it! !

It is what I should do to meet all the requirements of the good person card!

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[Congratulations to my sister for completing the first rewind of the plane, reading files...]

Chuzheng put the knife on the table next to him and made a ‘pop’.

The boy's eyelashes trembled, but they still didn't open.

For a few seconds, he heard the sound of the chair moving, and then the person on his stomach was removed.

Ximu lifted his eyelids slightly.

In her eyes, the girl lowered her head and opened his clothes. There was no expression on her face and her movements were not gentle.

Simu closed his eyes again.

The wound on Ximu's abdomen seemed to be directly penetrated by something, and then brought out, which looked a little scary.

But Chu Zheng just dealt with him like this, he didn't see any pain, lying there as usual, and finally fell asleep...

Chu Zheng: "..."

So angry!

Chuzheng treated Simu's wounds, got up and sat back on the chair.

After a while she got up again and fumbled on Simu.

As soon as she touched her chest, the boy opened his eyes, his eyes were clear, and he was not drowsy.

"what are you doing?"

"Did you take something in that secret room?" Chu Zheng asked calmly.

"Yes." The boy brushed away her hand and said impatiently: "I threw it away."

"..."

Chu Zheng was flicked away, crushed by his fingertips, resisting the urge to kill him.

She glanced at Simu's hair, and immediately pressed her paw down, and rubbed it twice before Simu didn't respond.

The fluffy fur is cool to the touch!

It's cool to touch, and it's always cool to touch.

Chu Zheng's expression was tense and serious, and he could feel vigorously.

Ximu was surprised that he was touched, his expression was obviously hard to look.

The impatience in his eyes almost overflowed, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Let go!"

Chuzheng withdrew his hand casually, and sat back on the chair, Erlang's legs curled up: "What is it?"

Simon: "..."

Ximu's hair was rubbed in a mess, frowning at Chu Zheng, this girl...

"What do you see me doing?" Chu Zheng said: "I ask you, what is that?"

Ximu said angrily, "Diary."

"What did you write?"

"Can not remember."

When Simu finished speaking, he closed his eyes and put his hands on his forehead to prevent Chuzheng from moving his hands and feet again.

Chu Zheng stared at him for a while, took out clothes suitable for Simu from the space, and threw them directly on the sofa.

"Change your clothes."

Simu was covered by a coat, and he pulled it down to take a look.

The beautiful peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly.

Where did she get the clothes?

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Chuzheng looked at the room, there was a window, and the light from the room came in from outside the window.

Chu Zheng walked to the window and looked outside.

This is not the building where she entered. Looking out the window, it turned out to be a gray boundary, which was close to the edge of the copy map.

Chu Zheng turned his head and asked Simu: "How did we get here?"

Simu didn't answer. He was lying on the sofa and didn't change his clothes. He seemed to be about to sleep peacefully.

"I ask you something." Chu Zheng walked over and kicked off the sofa.

The young man's eyebrows on the sofa moved, and it took a long time to open his eyes. Chu Zheng's appearance reflected in his eyes: "That's how you treated your savior?"

"What kind of savior are you?"

Simu: "If I didn't pull you before, now you are dead."

"If you don't pull me, I won't die." How could the boss die so easily, you need someone to save you as a weak chicken.

Ximu choked: "That's me nosy."

Chu Zheng nodded: "It's still self-knowing."

"..."

Chu Zheng continued: "Count it out, you were locked there before, and I let you out. Even if you saved me just now, we are even."

Simon: "..."

Ximu didn't want to talk to Chu Zheng, he turned over, but he still explained.

"The item card can be teleported at a certain distance, don't bother me anymore."

Chu Zheng pressed his shoulder and turned him over.

"It's me who is the trouble with the bleeding from the wound. Don't trouble me."

Before Xi Mu made a sound, Chu Zheng blocked what he was about to say.

Chuzheng didn't bother him anymore, let him rest first.

During Ximu's rest, Chuzheng took a look around.

There are wandering zombies outside, but this building seems to be isolated. The zombies can only wander outside, and there is not a single zombie inside.

In other words, it is temporarily safe here.

Simu slept for three hours.

When he woke up, it was dark outside.

I lit this candle in the room, and the warm yellow light cast a halo around him.

Simu sat up on the sofa. He took the clean clothes next to him and replaced the **** ones. The school uniform jacket was not changed.

"what time is it?"

Sitting on the other side of the room, Chu Zheng heard Ximu's voice, and answered neither salty nor indifferent.

"I don't know, I have no watch."

Simu sat on the sofa, looking out the window.

"What happened to Yang Yuanhang?"

Simu retracted his gaze and lay back on the sofa.

"Red player."

"what?"

Ximu was too lazy to explain: "You don't understand even after you say it."

Chu Zheng didn't change his face: "I will understand what you said."

Ximu glanced at her sideways, and after a while he said impatiently: "He kills all players in each round of the game. After ten consecutive rounds, he will be designated as a red player."

Reaper players need to kill all players.

But which one would be so unlucky and draw the Reaper player every round?

So choosing to kill all players in each round of the game is definitely not forced.

After ten rounds, such a player will be regarded as a ‘hunting target’ by the rules of the game.

These hunting missions will be sent to different high-end players...that is, players like Ximu and Ji Youtang.

Hunting such players can directly exchange for three hundred and sixty days of rest.

No points are required, but directly converted into time.

But these players are very dangerous...

This kind of player will also get a chance to draw a lottery every time they kill a copy to pass the level.

But what they draw is different from the players who pass the level normally, it is more dangerous and more powerful.

Don't talk about human fairness with the game.

The theme of this game is survival.