Chapter 1243 Promotion Game 34

   "Master Fu, lighten up."

  Looking at her, Zhang Yuanyuan's heart ached, and she stared closely at his movements.

  Fu Yizhi paused his hands when he heard the words, and frowned slightly when he saw Fu Anan's appearance, and continued to move his hands, "All the mud in her wound must be cleaned up."

  Wang Fan explained from the side, "There is no medicine in this game. If you don't treat it well at the beginning, if you get infected later, it will be a hundred times more painful than now, and you may even die."

   You must know that when medical skills were underdeveloped in ancient times, when marching and fighting, most of those soldiers were not on the battlefield, but in the ward.

  This is why Master Fu is always so wounded, because there is no cure for this round of games.

   "If you want to be pain free, you can't get hurt."

  Fu Yizhi said coldly, then wrapped her up lightly with a cloth, and hugged her horizontally, "Don't walk until the wound scabs over."

   They did not cause trouble during the next T2 period.

  Fu Yizhi, who took the conservative route, hugged her and walked quickly. The two people behind almost missed him, as if they were running a marathon.

  Zhang Yuanyuan touched her newly cut small cut, and even her scalp was sweating. She couldn't help but stop and pant twice, looking at Fu An'an being held in her arms... Don't ask, it's just envy.

  She also wants to talk about sweet love.

  Just as this thought came to her mind, a certain straight man with few words and anger flashed in her mind. Zhang Yuanyuan was startled, and then hurriedly shifted her gaze to her colleague next to her.

   "Cough, cough, vomit!"

  Wang Fan suffered pain in his throat, throat, and connected lungs after a high-intensity "marathon". He took advantage of the pause for a second or two to gasp and retch.

  Feeling the hot eyes beside him, he raised his head, "What's wrong?"

   Oops, my colleague's face is full of sweat and snot...

  Zhang Yuanyuan twitched uncontrollably, and shifted her gaze to the front, "It's all right. Let's go quickly, we can't catch up soon."

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  Fu An'an didn't know the next episode.

  It's okay for her to be hugged, so she feeds Fu Yizhi some water and breaks some compressed biscuits from time to time, and pays attention to the map and the surrounding environment.

   "Brother Fu, wait!"

   At this moment, Fu Anan suddenly found a "horn" that was also made out of mud standing sixty to seventy meters away from them.

   "Would you go and have a look?"

  She glanced at the red dots that were still some distance away, and then commanded.

  Fu Yizhi took her over a few steps, and stayed there watching for a while.

   This horn, which resembles the Golden Horn King, is about the same size as the previous one. It bends into a "C" shape on the ground, standing coquettishly beside it.

   "Brother Fu, under that lump of mud!"

  Fu An'an keenly saw the cloth underneath.

   It's that thing again!

  Including what she collected before, there are already five flags with the national emblem painted on them.

   Is it a deliberate trap to fatten up and kill? Or is the nation calling, and their earnest persuasion before the game worked?

  Fu Anan frowned slightly, wondering if the person who left the signal was deliberately selling his feelings.

the other side

   somewhere in the open

   A group of people were still lying in place during T2, letting the S-level players displayed on the map walk past them.

  A certain young man was sitting on the ground at this time, and his hands were holding the horn that Fu Anan saw just now. The companion next to me couldn't stand it, "Can't you change the shape? This thing is so ugly."

   Good night everyone~

   It’s still an early day~

  

  

  (end of this chapter)