Chapter 1230 Promotion Game 21

  On the other side, Wang Fan was panting heavily.

  During the T2 time just passed, he really didn't rest for a moment. Now it's T1 time, it's time to rest, Master Fu has no plans to rest.

  The boss can carry it, but Wang Fan feels that his body can't carry it. He repeatedly wanted to ask if he could take a rest, but the words stuck in his mouth were choked back because of Fu Yizhi's look.

  At this time, he misses his direct supervisor so much. Only when Team Fu is around, Master Fu will be a little more humane.

  Wang Fan folded his hands in front of his chest at this moment, and couldn't help but want to make a wish, hoping to meet Fu team as soon as possible.

   Just as he was praying silently, suddenly Fu Yizhi in front of him became faster.

   Wang Fan first sped up a little bit, then turned into a sprint, and then turned into a trot before barely catching up with Fu Yizhi's footsteps.

  What's the matter, so urgent?

  He thought to himself, looking forward, there were many corpses piled up a few hundred meters ahead. Corpses are commonplace, and it is impossible to cause such abnormalities as Master Fu. Wang Fan opened his eyes wide and tried hard to identify, but because the distance was too far, he couldn't see clearly.

   Until he trots all the way getting closer.

  A figure caught his sight tightly, causing Wang Fan's face to turn pale and his heart to twitch. He couldn't even run, as if his feet were filled with lead at that moment.

how so?

  Why did he see Fu Team's body?

  Her small body was crushed by another corpse, her head was broken, her face was covered with bruises, and her limbs were extremely twisted unnaturally, lying there lifeless like a tattered doll.

how so? !

  The only question left in his mind was that he didn't dare to go in, and stared blankly at the corpse not far away.

  Suddenly, he thought of Master Fu.

  —

  Fu Yizhi has arrived at this moment. He looks at the "corpse" on the ground with eyes like a pool of stagnant water.

   Calm, very calm. The calmer it is, the more terrifying it is.

  Wang Fan, who was catching up, looked at Fu Yizhi at this moment, and took a step back uncontrollably.

   "Fu Anan."

  A low call came from his ear, hoarse, slow, heavy and gloomy. It was as if he had aged several decades in an instant.

  Fu Yizhi gently wiped off the red and white mixture on her forehead with his fingers, "Let's go home together."

   "Master Fu."

  Wang Fan wanted to comfort him, but his eyes quickly moved away when they met his eyes. It was an extremely depressing, silent horror, already on the verge of collapse.

  A certain sense of crisis emerged from the depths of Wang Fan's heart, and his fear and palpitations gradually increased, even surpassing the sadness brought about by his team's death.

  At that moment, he actually had the urge to run.

   "Brother Fu?"

   The matter of two words instantly broke the terrifying atmosphere.

  Fu Anan woke up when he heard the voice, and closed his eyes after looking at Fu Yizhi for two seconds, "Dream."

  How could a game with so many players meet so early.

  No, all right? !

  Wang Fan's mood changes were too complicated, and he couldn't react for a while. He watched Fu An'an close his eyes and move his body from one twisted position to another.

   Play dead... special, special, like!

   What a strange thing this is!

  Wang Fan wanted to shout twice.

  The best word in the world is probably "false alarm".

  Fu Yizhi was also stunned for a second. He touched her neck with his fingers, feeling her warm body temperature and strong pulse. After a long time, he laughed out loud.

   "Fu An'an, you little bastard."

   Fu An'an: Playing dead and almost sending her husband away, I'm really good at Orz

   Good night everyone~

  

  

  (end of this chapter)