The Trial Game of Life

Tang Cuo has the gas to get up. How serious is it to get upset? Qi had just returned to 8 hit points and fell to 7.

Jumping repeatedly on the edge of death.

But the more he was at this time, the more patient he was, and even the volume was lighter than usual, in a delicate balance of neurasthenia and violent beatings.

"Speak, what the **** are you doing?" he asked.

I'm fine!

Wen Xiaoming roared in his heart, but he dared not speak. He couldn't help but look at Jin Cheng for help. Jin Cheng shook his head happily at him and saw that his entire face had collapsed. Youzai admired for a while before he spoke.

He leaned his arms on the back of the chair with his arms, and his posture was relaxed. "Let's talk about things between us first."

Tang Cuo frowned.

Jin Cheng asked, "No. k27216, is that you?"

Wen Yan, Wen Xiaoming felt inexplicably familiar, thought hard for a while, and suddenly realized that this is not the newcomer on the blacklist!

He looked slightly surprised at Tang Cuo, but Tang Cuo stared closely at Jin Cheng.

Tang Cuo "Has a problem?"

Jin Cheng "Of course. At this moment I should have slept in a luxury villa in area a, but because you annoyed Mr. Crow, I, who should have successfully completed the task-was angered, so I went here."

Tang Cuo "..."

Jin Cheng "I originally lived in your house. If you look under the bed, you can still see the bottle of red wine I hid here last time."

Wen Xiaoming's mouth became o-shaped, and Tang Cuo finally understood why the clown stared at him just now.

But what about that?

Tang Cuo said with no guilt, "Oh."

Jin Cheng wanted to raise an eyebrow, but he could only be stiff with the mask on, so he could only express his dissatisfaction with his voice, "Oh, what do you mean, aren't you going to take responsibility?"

Tang Cuo "Do you have any evidence?"

Jin Cheng "Red Wine."

Tang Cuo "Even if there is, who can prove that the bottle of red wine is yours?"

Jin Chengle turned to a more comfortable posture with her legs up, her elbows resting on the armrests of her chair, and her right hand supporting her chin. She looked at Tang Cuo with great interest and said, "So you are going to play bad?"

"No." Tang Cuo glanced at the broken window and smiled slightly. "If you like this room more, I can let you."

Jin Cheng followed his words and said, "We changed the room. If someone comes to trouble you, then I will find my head, right?"

Tang Cuo asked, "Aren't you saying you want to help me?"

Wen Xiaoming was completely shocked, what is this? Is the ultimate showdown between the top of the blacklist and the tail of the crane? What's the matter with the newcomers in area f, can this kind of talent come out in the weakest dump in this year?

At this moment, Jin Cheng then said "I have helped you so much, really don't make a friend?"

Tang Cuo "Can't do it."

"Why?" Wen Xiaoming was even more excited than Jin Cheng, and in a single sentence attracted both of them. He was suddenly weak, but he still stubbornly finished his words. "I think you are suitable. Make a friend, so don't quarrel anymore, OK?"

Jin Cheng knocked on the armrest "Are we arguing?"

Are you not arguing? ? ?

Tang Cuo doesn't matter, but he doesn't want to make friends, he just wants to sleep now. But God wants to face him, seeing that everything here is almost over, and suddenly the window is full of trouble.

Wen Xiaoming was unable to sit still, and immediately ran over to see, excitedly, "Boss, there was a fight downstairs!"

"What's the fight?" Jin Cheng still tilted Erlang's legs and didn't mean to move.

"I have a look." Wen Xiaoming looked at it for a while, and finally figured out the situation downstairs, saying, "F area seems to be infighting."

"Infighting?" Jin Cheng couldn't help raising his eyebrows, and the mask on his face immediately protested. He raised his hand to smooth it, and his mother was almost dry.

Wen Xiaoming continued to broadcast in real time, "It's a good fight, at least five or six people are fighting. I seem to have heard the old and confused, I have heard that the f zone recently has a strong momentum, it looks like Fighting, yo, go down in a punch and look like a Qigong. But the gunman opposite him has a very good eye. How can this gun have no head at all, playing with eggs... How about the newcomers What's going on? Can a knife be better than others?"

He looked back at Jin Cheng, "Boss, do we care?"

Jin Cheng then walked to the window and looked down at the scene downstairs. His expression was colder than the night of Yongye City, and he was indifferent. Wen Xiaoming knows his boss’s qualities and continues to say, “This newcomer is very weird, one by one looks weak like a soft-legged shrimp, and he even knows to resist. I think this matter tonight, 80% is this again. There was a problem when helping the calf to exploit the newcomer."

Wen Xiaoming's words were almost in line with the facts.

After Huang Cuo's five-member group was run away by Tang Cuo, they didn't say anything to protect themselves. But area f is a chaotic place for you to sing me. I don’t know how many people are staring in the dark. I’m not afraid that no one will grab it, I’m afraid it won’t be enough.

It's not uncommon for everyone to get together and trigger a group frame, but the freshmen tonight are not quite right. The freshmen are usually scared to hide, waiting to be exploited, whoever wins will be the one. But today, they found that something was wrong.

"Fuck, who the **** cut me!?"

"Where are the newcomers' weapons?!"

"It's wrong to get a kitchen knife!"

Looking at the clamoring downstairs, Jin Cheng glanced at Tang Cuo again and raised the corner of his mouth. Most of the newcomers are learning him. Although only two or three dared to resist, they quickly fell down. It was very miserable, but at least bloody.

Jin Cheng pulled the mask that was about to dry out impatiently and asked Wen Xiaoming, "Have you brought something? Let them all shut up for me and make someone sleepless."

"Good." Wen Xiaoming immediately opened the package. He brought a large package from Zone A. In addition to Jin Cheng's laundry and daily necessities, there are many strange and small props.

He picked up two things that looked like elf balls, shouted and threw them downstairs.

"Watch the ball!"

Everyone was shocked by his voice, and many people looked up.

"Bang-Boom -" The two **** landed, and the instantly exploding smoke quickly filled the entire Blackstone Long Street. The people covered their mouths and noses subconsciously, but the smoke was permeable, and within a few seconds, the coughing sound became a film.

"Cough, cough..."

"What is this?!"

"Cough, fuck..."

Wen Xiaoming gave a snap of his fingers, showing off with Jin Cheng "Choke Egg No. 2, the coverage increased to 100 meters, colorless and odorless, infiltrated through the pores, the effect was quick, the effect was strong, but it was a failure again. Products. But I will soon be able to research and develop to No. 3, and I will be able to fit it into the equipment bar."

Jin Cheng declined to comment. Anyway, this kind of thing that has no effect except for causing a cough, he will not use it.

Listening to this earth-shattering cough is more noisy than before.

Jin Cheng looked back at Tang Cuo. He was still sitting on the chair, staring at the bone-cutting knife with a dull look. He looks really bad, not just psychologically bad, but also pathologically bad.

"You..." As he said, Jin Cheng suddenly felt an itchy throat. He immediately thought of something, turned back suddenly, sharply glanced at Wen Xiaoming and finally fixed downstairs, "Is your coverage area horizontal or comprehensive?"

"Ah?" Wen Xiaoming didn't react at first. When he reacted, a sudden cough suddenly broke out. "Cough, cough, cough, lying trough, my mother, cough, cough..."

What does it mean to lift a stone and hit one's own feet?

Jin Cheng was still tolerating, coughing and by the way not to throw Wen Xiaoming out of the window. Yu Guang glanced at the broken window and felt ridiculed-wasn't this window broken by him and Wen Xiaoming one after another?

Tang Cuo in the house is also tolerant.

Damn, I can't bear it.

"Cough, cough..." He held one hand on the edge of the table, and the other had touched the handle of the knife. Frowning frowning to open the character panel, his health has dropped from 7 to 5 again.

The reason why it fell so fast is because Tang Cuo still has low blood sugar. In the middle of the night, he ran dead on the street, and then went through the lucky turntable and the scam gang. Finally, he was able to lie in bed and rest for a while, and he was awakened by someone breaking the window within an hour.

This world has a grudge against him.

"The gentleman does not speak." Jin Cheng walked to the table with one arrow, and reached down to hold the back of the knife. He looked at Tang Cuo with the most sincere and gentle eyes he thought, but in Tang Cuo's eyes, he was wearing a fast-drying mask like a peeling ghost.

The brain hurts. Looking at such a face, Tang Cuo really hurts his brain, neurasthenia and can't breathe. He endured a cough, pulled out the bone chopper vigorously, and returned to him, "I don't use my mouth."

When he said that sooner or later, Tangcuo cut Jin Cheng's shoulder with a knife.

Jin Cheng still had a helpless smile on his face, but there was no sloppy foot under his feet, and he fled around, simply and neatly, without even moving the facial mask. But at this moment, Tang Cuo suddenly raised his left hand, and the thick "bricks" appeared out of thin air. A heavy blow hit him, and Jin Cheng was caught off guard.

A trace of surprise crossed Jin Cheng's eyes, but he didn't mess with it, and he avoided the brick at a strangely fast speed. While leaning back, he supported it with one hand on the edge of the table. One side flipped to Tang Cuo behind him.

Tang Cuo also quickly turned around and kicked sideways, with strong legs.

This is called venting anger and temptation.

An inexplicable old player claiming to be from Area A, who can't figure out the origin, character, or purpose, is even doubtful about the hair on the whole body.

"Slap." Jin Cheng raised his hand to block his side kick, his wrist turned, and he caught his ankle. Tang Cuo's face changed abruptly, because the moment he kicked it, he noticed something strange--Jin Cheng's arm was so hard that he couldn't shake it.

His ankle was clasped by him, and he couldn't even withdraw at this moment.

"How about it? Do you still want to try?" Jin Cheng easily guessed his purpose.

Tang Cuo smiled. Although his face was pale and he was still sweating, his eyes were very bright. While pressing his right leg, the whole person slammed into Jin Cheng.

Another surprise.

The balance was broken, Jin Cheng was forced to let go, and the two fell back together. They fell quickly, rose quickly, even didn't even touch the ground, and stood up again with their palms supported.

It seems to be evenly matched.

But one breathless and one easy, Tangcuo knew he had lost. When he was about to fall to the ground just now, he clearly saw Jin Cheng's movements pause for a while, instead of being forced to fall to the ground, but following the trend.

His physical fitness, reaction speed, and fighting consciousness are probably all above himself.

This is still under the situation that he has not used any plug-ins such as abilities and martial arts. He is an old player and an elite in the a zone. The true strength may be unfathomable.

Yongye City is really a place for hiding dragons and lying tigers.

Tang Cuo was a little excited, and he was very happy with the master, but his face became paler, and his coughing couldn't help it anymore, as if he was bleeding in the next second. Open the character panel to view, the life value has left the last 2, life and death.

Jin Cheng frowned. "You don't look well."

"Yeah." Tang Cuo basically confirmed that he was not malicious after the trial just now. His attitude was much more casual than before, and he casually asked, "Is there a hospital near here?"

Jin Cheng smiled angrily.

"Wen Xiaoming."

"To!"

Wen Xiaoming coughed out of his lungs, and he ran over to wait for the call. God knows how long the boss hasn't called him by name, which is terrible.

"Medicine." Listening, even speaking began to be simplified.

Wen Xiaoming quickly took the medicine from the package, and Tang Cuo had fallen to his knees, holding the edge of the bed and began to cough violently. Jin Cheng's eyes became colder, and he swept Wen Xiaoming, "Who told you to take those experimental products? Use therapeutic agents."

"Good!" Wen Xiaoming was also confused for a while, after all, it was to save people, or it was more safe to use the healing medicines officially produced by Yongye City. But he couldn't help but mumble in his heart. He had never seen his boss so nervous before. Did he get fined more times? He finally decided to be a good man?

With a finger swiping in the air, Wen Xiaoming's hand had a bottle of light blue long-tube medicine out of thin air. He opened the stopper and just wanted to feed Tang Cuo, but he was caught halfway by Jin Cheng.

Wen Xiaoming was stunned, blinking and blinking his eyes.

Jin Cheng didn't care about him, but he put the potion to Tang Cuo's mouth. Although he smiled, his tone was cold. "Open his mouth."

Tang Cuo raised his head and squinted at him.

Jin Cheng "Do you see what I am doing, do I have "medicine" written on my face?"

Tang Cuo "Your face says "find death"."

Jin Cheng "Are you looking for death or am I looking for death?"

Tangcuo "has everything."

Wen Xiaoming frowned, and hurriedly persuaded to fight "The two big brothers are calm and calm, they are friends, don't quarrel."

Jin Cheng threw the potion into Tang Cuo's hand and turned back and asked, "Are we arguing?"

Wen Xiaoming closed his mouth tightly, weak, pitiful and helpless. He was just an innocent persuading the masses, he knew nothing and saw nothing.

Tang Cuo drank the potion, and his health dropped to a dangling 1 and finally stopped. The cough gradually stopped, and his body functions gradually recovered.

The therapeutic agent produced by Yongye City has a very good effect.

"Thank you." He stood up again, his face calm.

"Xie Wen Xiaoming." Jin Cheng did not go back to the window and looked at the situation downstairs, saying, "Noisy."

Wen Xiaoming was suddenly cue, and suddenly saw his temper tantrums, almost confused. But getting along for a long time made him understand the way of survival. He immediately responded that "The choking egg's lethality is stronger than I thought. Those people downstairs are no more powerful than the f zone. I'm afraid they can't fight now. I'll go down and deal with it immediately."

After finishing the speech, Wen Xiaoming smeared oil under his feet and started to walk away.

Don't slip at this time, more when.

But as soon as he ran out of the corridor, he was stopped by Jin Cheng again. "Wait, help me prepare a mask tomorrow."

Wen Xiaoming turned back with a sudden brake, "Boss, what do you want the mask to do?"

Jin Cheng stood in the corridor, and the door behind the room was closed. He tore off the mask and tossed it into the trash bin. The dim light made his figure a little confused.

"Bring me first and tell you later."

"Also, don't disclose my news here for now, I plan to stay here for a while."

Does the author have something to say that Tang Cuo died today?

No.