Nine Star Burden

(Leader Gaga 4/10)

Su Rou nearly collapsed between live broadcasts.

"I went to Nima, who told me that this was a rather fighting fight? Who told me that Jiangbin No. 3 Middle School was the best?"

"I didn't respond. What just happened?"

"What happened? I'll just pour a glass of water and the game will end?"

"Oh, you know how to clean poisonous milk and poisoned milk every day, for fear of forgetting who the true God is?"

"Han Jiangxue, my goddess, I may really fall in love with you."

"Gao Junwei shouted two throats? Yu Zhenlei split it twice? Then it ended? Hahahaha, laugh at me, hahahahaha."

"Gao Junwei did call out, it was miserable ..."

"I have no fluctuations in my heart, and even secretly recorded."

"Let's kill the monsters a little bit? We can't beat anyone? We will be called dad?"

"Okay, don't talk about it, it only takes 29 seconds to play the game. We don't give each other the opportunity to call dad ..."

Su Rou slammed the table fiercely, with a feeling of raised eyebrows: "Happy! Happy! Draw a 29 yuan cash red envelope! A barrage of" Snow God mighty "to participate in the draw!"

"..."

"Haha, 29 bucks. How good is the anchor ..."

"The anchor, did you pass the meal?"

"Only 29 yuan, I will not be fooled by you ..."

"Snow God mighty!"

"Snow God mighty!"

"Snow God mighty!"

...

29 seconds!

What is 29 seconds?

Everything that had been arrogantly rendered before the game was shattered. What people originally expected was the thunderous thunder, the end-of-the-world wonderful battle, what happened?

I took off my pants and you showed me this?

In the stand of the host, the host and Wu Jiabin looked at each other.

Especially when I was on the side, I felt my face was hot. He just finished blowing how powerful and fierce Jiangbin No. 3 Middle School was.

"So ... so strong !?" He looked at Wu Jiabin awkwardly, motioning to Wu Jiabin to take the call to save the scene.

Guest Wu: "......"

Beside: "..."

The picture fell into awkward moment.

Wu Jiabin suddenly covered his mouth with one hand and made a muffled voice:

"Hmm! Hmm!

I say one hit and you say 6! "

Wu Jiabin: "One China ..."

Beside: "6 ..."

Wu Jiabin: "One China!"

Beside: "6!"

...

On the playing field, Gao Junwei knelt and crawled on the cold turf, his body trembling constantly, the face that had been stubbornly tame, at this time is already ashamed and disheartened.

No one knows what he experienced in Han Jiangxue's space coffin, and Han Jiangxue was in the middle of nothing but nothing at all.

Maybe this is the problem.

It was precisely because of nothingness that Gao Junwei was so unbearable at this time.

He gasped heavily, his body trembling, and he didn't even dare to look up.

His head was covered with the skin burned and burned by the torch, and his flesh was vaguely miserable, but even so, the pain he suffered was far less than the psychological one.

Choking, struggling,

Darkness, nothingness,

Despair, pain.

In less than half a minute, he seems to have experienced a human capital punishment.

However, only the parties concerned know the taste. As the audience in the stands and in front of the TV, it is impossible to understand Gao Junwei's current state without physically experiencing the physical and psychological torture.

People just feel that this crazy young man is not as powerful as he imagined.

Han Jiangxue looked down at Gao Junwei at his feet and suddenly felt a little boring.

She wants to make a quick decision, and she has the confidence to rely on the ability of a single soldier to directly imprison one of the other team members.

Or threaten their team members, or cause 4V3 to play more and less, or to cause severe psychological pressure on the opponent.

What Han Jiangxue didn't expect is that when she did all this, almost at the same time, her teammates joined forces to solve another output of the opponent team.

Clean and neat.

Han Jiangxue turned to look at the distant battlefield. The once calm and wise commander Zhang Mingming looked extremely embarrassed.

Perhaps, until now, Zhang Mingming did not know whether the pot of this game should be carried by himself.

Is he undervalued? Careful?

No, it doesn't.

So is Zhang Mingming's combat plan and command wrong?

Maybe it is, maybe it isn't. In any case, it is a way of fighting to kill each other's only milk control.

Even if Zhang Mingming is wrong, if they change the battle plan to kill Han Jiangxue first, can they succeed?

His biggest mistake was to think that Han Jiangxue, an extremely stable slave, would definitely not take the risk and use shattering in such games.

What's even more sad is that even if Zhang Mingming realized that Han Jiangxue would use broken air, how could he stop it?

Han Jiangxue turned his eyes and saw the downcast shield soldier Zhang Weiliang.

Passing the figure of Zhang Weiliang, Han Jiangxue saw Yu Zhen who was carried on the stretcher in the distance.

At this time, Yu Zhen had long lost her pride, her clothes were torn and blood was dripping, blood was still flowing near the corners of her mouth, her eyes were open, and she was staring at the hazy sky.

She had killed the Quartet in the arsenal and used the dark blue scepter to slay all beings.

However, after meeting Han Jiangxue's team, he was enveloped by Jiang Xiao's poisoned milk, and Zhang Hui seized the opportunity. Two flames exploded into serious injuries and were directly shot out of the arsenal.

The medical team of the contest was really strong, and he cured Yu Zhen, who was seriously injured, and put her into the semi-final.

Yu Zhen only passed 1 day from "admission" to "discharge".

but,

She was discharged quickly

The speed of admission is also very fast ...

29 seconds, what is it?

Now Han Jiangxue can answer this question.

These 29 seconds may mean that the fate of the two teams is turning.

Han Jiangxue looked at Jiang Xiao. At this time, he was sitting on the ground, cutting the vine tied to his ankle.

When she stepped towards him, Gao Junwei shook her body and shook her knees aside for two steps as the boots were raised.

Han Jiangxue froze. Is this a normal person's performance?

Afraid to look like this? It's almost going to crash ...

Is this Gao Junwei afraid of any mental illness? The kind of claustrophobia? Hooked up by her empty space?

Of course, Han Jiangxue does not deny that everyone will react differently to the threat of death.

In all fairness, if she was trapped in a space coffin by her enemies to control her life and death, she might be hysterical.

Who hasn't experienced it before?

What kind of mental state Gao Junwei was in, Han Jiangxue was no longer interested. She took her steps and walked towards Jiang Xiao while nodding in greeting with Xia Yan with her head up high and Li Weiyi with a calm face.

In a certain military barracks, a cracking sound of "click" was heard in a separate room with bright windows.

"Captain !?" A questioning voice came from outside the door.

"Shut up!" There was a female voice that was suppressing anger coming from the door.

In the reception room,

The wooden coffee table was broken,

Fragments of porcelain cups were scattered all over the place.

A middle-aged woman with short hair was sitting on the sofa, her face was angry, her right hand was clenched into a fist, and the cup in her hand was crushed. In the palm of the hand, tea was mixed with blood and dripped outward, accompanied by porcelain. The shards were crushed by the rubbing noise.

"Hoo ..." After a while, the woman's body trembled slightly, she took a deep breath, and pressed the rolling emotions in her chest, her eyes still looking at the TV picture in front.

In the TV picture, the audience clapped their hands warmly, the proud faces of the winner team.

Although everything just ended, she still can't forget Gao Junwei's trembling and trembling look.

At that moment when the girl was walking, he panicked and panicked, like a stray dog ​​insulted by others.

"Waste !!" The short-haired woman sat on the sofa, staring at the TV picture with her eyes open, her fluffy right hand opened, the crushed porcelain cup **** was thrown away, and her left hand was in the **** right palm Pick out and pick out pieces of porcelain cups.

However, the palm of her right hand had not been cleaned yet, and she saw that she suddenly got up, irritated, kicked off the mess in the ground, strode to the TV, and smashed the TV with a punch. ....

In the arena,

Jiang Xiaozheng was sitting on the ground to unwind the vines, and suddenly he shivered.

Han Jiangxue just came to his side and cared softly: "The snow is getting bigger and bigger, and I will put on my down jacket when I go back."

"Uh-huh." Jiang Xiao responded, holding a fighting blade in one hand and quickly cutting the vine. This Zhang Mingming really wanted to kill himself.

Looking at the piles of vines, Jiang Xiao's thighs were tangled up. It was dense, intricate, and extremely flexible, which completely restricted Jiang Xiao's actions. Even if Zhang Mingming had already left the field, Jiang Xiao had not escaped from it.

Thanks to Xia Yan at the time, if there wasn't her flame arc to be dragged by Zhen, according to Jiang Xiao's current state, she would definitely be stunned by lightning ...

Huh!

A burning wooden giant blade plunged directly into the ground, and a chopped grass was removed.

Xia Yan shook her maroon short hair, with a little snowflake on her head, and said impatiently: "Hurry up, don't let my Xuexue be here with you to freeze."

Jiang Xiao? ? ?

Xia Yan said: "What are you looking at? Not yet hurry up?"

Jiang Xiao: "I want to be quick, but my strength doesn't allow it."

Xia Yan froze for a moment, always feeling that this sentence is a bit wrong.