Chapter 1230 Promotion Game 21

On the other side, Wang Fan was panting heavily.

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

The boss could hold it, but Wang Fan felt that his body couldn't hold 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 immediate superior 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 Dui 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, in such a hurry?

He thought to himself, looking in the direction ahead, 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 trotted all the way closer and closer.

A figure caught his sight tightly, making Wang Fan's face turn pale, and his heart twitched. 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? !

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

Suddenly, he thought of Master Fu.

——

Fu Yizhi had arrived at this moment, and he looked 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 An'an."

A low call came from my 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 she heard the voice, and closed her 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.

Playing dead... special, special, like!

What a strange thing this is!

Wang Fan wanted to yell 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: I pretended to be dead and almost sent my husband away. I'm really good at Orz

Good night everyone~