Chapter 1257 Promotion Game 48

   After a while of silence, the poisonous gas began to be released for a long time.

   None of them knew that their nightmare was coming.

   "Hey, why am I a little dizzy?"

   "Did you feel that you couldn't breathe suddenly?"

"me…"

   After many people fell down one after another, people began to panic.

   "Am I dazzled, why are my eyes so hazy?"

   "It's not vertigo, it's foggy."

   Those who have not been knocked down look at the surroundings suddenly thickened, "There is a problem with this fog, other players are attacking us!"

   While speaking, many players fell down.

   Those who fell were basically ordinary players, and S-level players could still hold on. When they couldn't wait to leave, they still didn't forget to remind Zheng Tianxing not to run away.

  Of course Zheng Tianxing will not run away, he is ready to die with them with his own humiliation.

  Bai Wu took off his disguise under the extension of time, revealing his true face of poisonous gas. In a second, the white mist turned into a rich yellow-green color, as if dyed by inferior dyes.

   Odor, toxicity, maximum increase.

   Directly send away a large number of strong players, including S-level players.

   As a battle to end together, Zheng Tianxing himself will be sent away by poison gas, let alone others.

  At the last moment, the most regrettable thing is that I didn’t live until I was in my twenties, and I haven’t even held a girl’s hand. It seems that it is impossible to marry a wife with a soft voice, a fragrant body, white, obedient and gentle, and the most important thing is to have a pair of beautiful Rickies.

  He is so unwilling.

  Obviously he has half a foot into the ranks of successors.

"ah!"

  Zheng Tianxing looked up to the sky and shouted, as if he wanted to roar out all the grievances and problems he had just suffered.

Then…

  The poisonous gas around him was suddenly swept away.

  Clean emptying quickly circulates, and even brings a fresh breeze because of the pressure difference of the air pressure.

   The blow made Zheng Tianxing's clothes flutter slightly, and the long and thick hair on his legs was blown.

  The six eyes are facing each other.

  Fu Yizhi stretched out his hand to block Fu Anan's sight.

   Indecent.

   Fu Anan lowered his head and found the pants that had been ripped off from other (dead) players in the space, and then threw them in the direction of Zheng Tianxing, knowing that he was thin-skinned and loved face, so he didn't even joke.

   While Zheng Tianxing was wearing his pants, the two of them started to clean up the players who were poisoned by Zheng Tianxing.

  This round of medicine is very powerful.

   Directly killed three S-level players, Fu Anan and Fu Yizhi also cleaned up one each, and he ran away the remaining two who were still conscious.

   "Brother Cool, are you okay?"

  Seeing that he was fully dressed, Fu Anan went up to ask.

   The two died together, and the streaking was seen by the companions.

   Zheng Tianxing was lucky and closed himself up.

   "I'm fine."

  He looked up at the sky, "I just feel that the sky is so dark today."

   "Isn't that how the game only has the moon on holiday?"

  Fu An'an heard the words and said very bluntly, without a word of consolation, "Let's go, this place has attracted attention just now, if we don't leave, we will have to wait for the next round of siege."

   Since then, I have been talking about business.

  They didn't ask what happened just now, how did they have no pants, which made Zheng Tianxing relax a little bit.

  He followed them and pinched the bridge of his nose vigorously—in this round of the game, the others were killed, but he was killed.

  (end of this chapter)