Chapter 1233 Promotion Game 24

   "Brother Fu, during the game, we have to focus on more important things."

  Fu An'an held the hand he wanted to shake, speaking sincerely.

   "On what?"

  Fu Yizhi's eyes looked very serious. He took water and a clean cloth and wiped the small wounds on Fu Anan's body. Some of these wounds were not even noticed by Fu An'an, until Fu Yizhi felt a sharp pain when he washed her with water.

   Hiss—

  The sudden tingling made her gasp.

   "Does it hurt?"

  Fu Yi asked.

"Um."

  Fu Anan nodded.

  Actually, this little pain is nothing to her, but she just wants to be a little Jiaojiao in front of important people.

   "When this round of the game is over, you can practice your ability to resist blows."

  A cold voice came from behind, and Fu An'an suddenly became sluggish. He inadvertently killed a lot of his tenderness.

   "Myrrh."

  He looked at the wound and muttered to himself, then he bent down and knelt on both sides of her with his legs apart, slowly lowering his head.

  The slightly cool lips touched her wound, and Fu Anan watched the eyes of the person covering her widen, and felt an urge to escape for a moment.

  Fu Yizhi not only likes Fu Yizhi in her heart, but also has infinite respect.

  Noble, powerful, with an idol aura.

   Even after marrying him, the status of the boss in his heart has not changed.

  Fu An'an never thought that he would show such an almost surrendered appearance. This inexplicable gesture of showing weakness made Fu An'an panic.

   "Don't, don't, Brother Fu, don't do this!"

  She got up to stop him, but was suppressed, "Disinfection."

   Eliminate the poison of a hammer.

  She didn't dare to look at Fu Yizhi's current appearance, and tightly covered her eyes with her arms. The eyes cannot see, but the sense of touch on the body is more sensitive.

   They did not have **** today, but Fu Yizhi disinfected her whole body.

  When Fu Anan came out, her whole body was moist, and when she faced the scrutinizing eyes of her friends, she looked away with melancholy—she was a sinner.

   "There are still 10 minutes before the start of the next T2, are you ready?"

  Fu Yizhi stood in front of the two of them, that unsmiling flower of Gaoling again.

"alright."

  Wang Fan nodded.

  Zhang Yuanyuan followed closely behind.

  Fu Yizhi saw that the mental condition of the two seemed to be fine, and said succinctly, "This round of games is different from the normal time. Next, we need to adjust our schedule. Please pay attention."

"OK."

  Zhang Yuanyuan and Wang Fan cheered up quickly.

  It was the first time to play with Master Fu, and both of them wanted to perform well.

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  In a large team of players, a large number of people have dark circles under their eyes, anxious and irritable. Many people want to sleep but can't sleep, irritable and haggard.

   These people are ordinary players.

  The biggest difficulty for S-level players in this round of games is the pursuit of ordinary players, and the test of ordinary players gradually appears, that is time.

   They have no definite time. The only division is T1 and T2. Such a vague concept of time makes people wonder what day it is. There is no concept of day and night, and the biological clock is completely messed up.

  The mental and physical torture made them gradually become irritable.

  This is also the main reason why Fu Yizhi suddenly asked Wang Fan and the others to adjust their schedule.

  The timer of T1 is reset to zero, and the moonlight turns red.

  The location information of S-level players is shared again.

  She suddenly noticed that these red dots were in a group at the very beginning, and then gradually dispersed little by little.

  (end of this chapter)