Being a Bug in a Survival Game

Chapter 121 Trapped Beast 38

Qin Qi carried the "unconscious" fat man back to the stand. The two of them were covered in the strong smell of snake blood and directly forced many slaves back.

In a corner, Ye Qi looked at Qin Qi with complicated eyes and murmured to himself: "No, the props can't be used. Is it because of the six attributes alone...or does he have some kind of aggressive title aura..."

The scene where Qin Qi directly stabbed the giant python was so shocking that it directly shattered the outlook of the remaining players.

"It's impossible for such a powerful player to be unknown..." Lao Wang, the neighbor next door, said with a solemn expression.

Hearing this, Ye Se's face stiffened slightly, and her mind quickly thought about whether she had offended Qin Qi and the others severely in the past few days... and whether there was any way to make amends...

the other side.

Qin Qi ignored those complicated looks, walked to Su Tingyu, and put the fat man down on the ground.

Su Tingyu quickly offered his hand and asked in a low voice, "Are you okay?"

Qin Qi lowered his head and simply responded: "Yes."

When Su Tingyu heard this, he immediately felt relieved.

When he looked at the unconscious fat man again, his big, watery eyes not only showed an increasingly real look of worry, but also had an imperceptible hint of amusement.

Wow~

I didn't expect that the fat man's pretending to be faint was so real.

He seemed to be quite skilled, and there was no trace of unfamiliarity or awkwardness at all.

After Su Tingyu admired the fat man in her heart, she turned around and asked about Qin Qi: "How are you?"

After Qin Qi glanced at Su Tingyu, he turned his head and said calmly: "It's okay."

Su Tingyu raised his eyebrows slightly, and his eyes slowly moved down from Qin Qi's face... and finally landed on the blood-stained right hand at his side.

Um?

Su Tingyu looked at it carefully for two seconds, then suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed Qin Qi's right wrist.

Qin Qi looked startled and did not break away immediately. He just turned to look at Su Tingyu.

Su Tingyu pulled Qin Qi's right hand over. After taking a closer look, he found that one or two nails on the latter's right hand were about to fall off. Especially the nail on the index finger was gone, revealing some red and swollen soft flesh.

"You?!" Su Tingyu looked at Qin Qi in surprise, and complained slightly: "I didn't say that you must kill the giant python, why are you working so hard? How can you delay time like this? How painful it is... "As she spoke, she couldn't help but lower her head slightly, blowing gently on the wound.

Qin Qi didn't say a word, just stood silently, with his back straight, listening to the girl's intermittent complaints.

The coolness that blows on his right hand from time to time can, for a brief moment, relieve the pain that has been numb to the bone.

He didn't say.

It's not very painful.

He seemed a little... didn't want to talk.

The highest hidden stand.

Chris had a deep look on his face, and his black-gloved fingers gently tapped the armrest of the seat, as if there was some unknown melody.

"Interesting...almost perfect..." Chris's eyes flashed with a hint of fanaticism.

The assistant next to him was silent and bent a few degrees deeper.

After Chris whispered, there was no more movement, and he quietly enjoyed the performance that followed.

Near zero o'clock, after all the performances on the fourth night were over, the surviving slaves were driven back to the prison cells by the prison workers.

Su Tingyu glanced at the fat man who had secretly taken the fake death drug. After exchanging glances with Qin Qi, he rubbed his face with his little hands and his expression changed instantly.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, of of of use..." Su Tingyu whimpered with water in her eyes, "Fat man, fat man, wake up... why are you so out of breath..."

When Qin Qi saw this scene, he turned his head slightly, made a fist with his left hand, and pressed it against the slightly raised corner of his mouth.

The movement here attracted the attention of others, including the few prison workers who had not yet left the prison.

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