Chapter 1292 Promotion Game 83

The second and third places changed again and again, and Fu Anan watched many players' points become five figures.

There are no more S-level players in the top 100, and the scores of Fu Yizhi, Lu Shen, and Zheng Tianxing have dropped to the bottom 50.

Andre, this coward is a bit interesting, and the price has risen by dozens or dozens. Although his grades are still at the bottom, he has been very stable.

Fu Anan squatted there to eat melons, waiting for her Brother Fu to kill the second and third in the list one day, and the small blue icon above his head came to pick her up.

On the way, she buried herself in the soil, covered two corpses with great difficulty and slept for a while.

I dare not relax during this rest time.

You have to wake up every seven or eight minutes, so as not to miss Fu Yizhi's second place at the top.

On the battlefield ahead, there are successive players.

These people don't particularly want to be the second and third place, they just want to get a high score and break into the top 100. Even if they kill the second and third place and die immediately, only 100 points will be deducted, which is enough for them to become the top players in the top 100.

One hour and forty-eight minutes until the end of the hidden time

Finally, Fu An'an saw her Brother Fu stand up!

The names of the second and third place went out one after another.

Fu Yizhi finally became the second ranked S-level player. But at that moment, all the attacks turned to him.

This head-to-head attack!

Let Zheng Tianxing's scalp shudder, and let the poisonous gas out without hesitation.

Zhang Yuanyuan persisted by the side for three minutes before being sent away to start the next round.

"Master Fu, I can't hold on any longer!"

Except for the time when Zheng Tianxing wanted to die with the player who insulted him, he had never felt so empty in his stomach.

Just when he felt that he was going to be overwhelmed, suddenly a player covered in mud ignored his poisonous gas and rushed towards them.

Quite brave and not sloppy.

Zheng Tianxing took a deep breath, the poison gas in his mouth was ready.

Just as he was about to spray, Fu Yi covered him with a slap, "Don't move, that's my Fu An'an."

Fu team?

Zheng Tianxing was taken aback for a moment, and then he saw the clay figurine rushing out of the poisonous gas, filthy and smelly, and pounced on Mr. Fu.

"Brother Fu, I finally found you! They are all so fierce, they all want to kill me!"

Bravery is heroic, but the boss will still be afraid.

As soon as Fu An'an met, she couldn't help pouring out bitter waters with Fu Yizhi. Hearing her voice full of grievances, Zheng Tianxing's expression at that time... (⊙_⊙)?

She was not like this when she was in day and day.

Even Master Fu has been slaughtered twice, I don't know what kind of expression Fu Dui will have when he hears about it.

"Fu team, before you..."

Zheng Tianxing said a few words just now, and Mr. Fu looked over with warning eyes. The words wandered around the lips, and were swallowed back into the stomach.

"And Brother Cool, your farts are getting more and more stinky."

Just after rushing out of the poisonous gas, Fu An'an said Jiao Didi, who complained first. Then the backhand is two-dimensional, directly turning the attacking player next to it into a painting.

The three of them have to deal with successive players.

There are 44 hours left until the end of the game. For a long time, this is enough to make people desperate. The excitement of the original meeting and the many things to say are gone, there is only endless fighting.

"Be prepared to lose the top three spots."

Fu Yizhi reminded Fu An'an that in the current situation, it is difficult to maintain the top three positions.