King of Black Mist

Yang Qinglan used a dagger to tear off the strip of cloth from her shirt and bandaged Li Changzhou. She used her time in class to teach herself first aid knowledge.

Li Qianxia held back tears and felt heartbroken to see Li Changzhou sweating in pain.

"Brother, use your gun to suck some of my blood."

"This little injury is nothing, it hurts just right." Li Changzhou pushed away the bloody steel gun she handed him.

"It doesn't hurt, where's the bloodiness coming from?" He twitched the corner of his mouth and showed a slightly cruel smile.

Li Qianxia said nothing more and stretched out her hand to wipe his sweat.

"Okay, next, pay attention to your left hand. If it is really disconnected, I don't know if the C-level "healing" will be useful. "

"Thanks."

Yang Qinglan remained silent.

"The next step is revenge time." Li Changzhou's eyes turned cold.

Li Qianxia clenched the steel gun: "Brother, what should I do?"

"Don't be impulsive." Yang Qinglan advised, "The golden eagle's latent skills are very powerful and fast. I didn't even notice it. Even if you use taunts to lure it down, are you sure there are no other opponents ambushing it around? What if? Are they also attracted? Have you forgotten about the owl just now?"

"What can you do?" Li Changzhou asked her.

"Don't act out of anger. The most important thing is to survive, not to mention that your arms are not suitable for continuing to fight." Yang Qinglan glanced at his blood-stained arm.

Li Changzhou frowned.

"Not taking revenge?" Li Qianxia was stunned for a moment, "Yes! Survival is the most important thing! Let my brother dig the hole deeper, narrow on the outside and wide on the inside so that others can't get in!"

"No way." Yang Qinglan said.

"Why?" Li Qianxia couldn't understand.

"If your brother's intelligence continues to decline, his true nature will be exposed."

"nature?"

"Do you think your brother is a good person? Don't forget his white ID card and weird instincts."

"Hey, I'm still awake. I didn't faint from pain." Li Changzhou was dissatisfied.

"Then let me put it another way - if your brother's intelligence continues to decline, if the two of us cannot stop him, he will stand on the cliff with a disabled body and fight bloody battles in all directions, and die on the battlefield."

Li Qianxia recalled that time in the snow-capped mountains plain, when Li Changzhou went crazy and fought with the buffalo, and he didn't stop even after the game was over.

"Well, listen to you Qinglan!" she said.

Yang Qinglan nodded: "Be alert, be careful."

Li Changzhou sighed, feeling so unsatisfied, and broke into a sweat like Da Xia. He happily ran home and opened the refrigerator, but there was a power outage at home, and the Sprite was still warm.

The sweat is in vain and the blood is in vain.

But Yang Qinglan is right, life is important.

The most important thing was that the golden eagle didn't really have any grudge against him, and he was the one who got hurt, so he could bear it.

The three of them hid in the pothole and were on full alert.

In fact, it is not safe here, very unsafe. There is a hole on the cliff with nowhere to escape. If a poisonous animal appears (there are too many), they will not be able to escape.

But where can we go?

Above is a smooth stone wall, and below is the Nu River, which can destroy the dam. It is even more dangerous to stick to the cliff, like a rabbit running on a plain with a wide view.

Although the craters in front of me are as frightening as the craters on the battlefield, they have some effect.

"It's a pity that monkey," Yang Qinglan suddenly said softly, "I was afraid that the smell of blood would attract the enemy, so I threw it away. If I kept it, you can treat the injury now.

"Forget it, eating monkeys is not good for my mental health." Li Changzhou didn't mind.

Calming down, he thought that being injured now was not necessarily a bad thing. No one knew what situations he would encounter in the future. As long as he didn't die, there was nothing wrong with accumulating more experience - mainly because he was already injured.

Yang Qinglan nodded, suddenly remembered something, and rolled up his trouser legs.

Li Changzhou looked at him as if he was being mocked by "Orchid Mantis·Am I Beautiful" (for females).

There is a black butterfly tied on her graceful calf. The two complement each other, the black is darker and the white is whiter, with a hint of sexiness.

Yang Qinglan pulled one of the butterfly's wings, gently twitched it, and untied the bow.

"Fflammable." She handed the butterfly over.

"Silk, silk, stockings?" Li Changzhou looked at the black yarn ball in her palm.

"Virgins are easily excited, but don't do weird things. I haven't worn these pairs."

".I am in pain. There is a gentle 'his' next to the word."

"Watch the right time to light it." Yang Qinglan gave him the dagger again, ignored him, and paid careful attention to the surrounding situation.

The golden eagle hovered for a while, and then another bird appeared in the sky.

There is a white hunting falcon with an old man sitting cross-legged on it. He is wearing a wolf fur coat and looks like a Kazakh.

The falcon flew higher than the golden eagle, occupying the commanding heights, then folded its wings, and shrank its head to its shoulders, like a meteorite, and hit the golden eagle like a sharp arrow.

The speed exceeds 360 meters per second.

The golden eagle dodges by a hair's breadth and grabs it with its claws.

The old Kazakh man on the back of the falcon shouted loudly in his ethnic language, and the falcon suddenly stopped falling in the air.

The golden eagle that had been targeted in advance flew into the air, and the hunting falcon took the opportunity to take off again.

In the following battle, for the Falcon, the Kazakh old man's words were simply God's orders, causing it to do many things that went against the laws of nature.

The golden eagle fought for a while, and was hit by a side collision. Half of its body was almost lost, and its feathers were flying all over the sky like exploding pillows, but it still didn't kill it.

It swooped down and flew close to the cliff.

The old Kazakh man was about to chase after him with his falcon, when a bullet shot out from nowhere and hit the falcon's wing.

Something magical happened again. Under the command of the old Kazakh man, the falcon, with its wings almost broken, still flew smoothly in the air and disappeared.

Yang Qinglan kept watching the escaped golden eagle. At a certain moment, starting from its head, its whole body was stained with the color of the cliff and disappeared.

"It's too scary." Li Qianxia was glad to have listened to Yang Qinglan's words.

The golden eagle, the old man driving the falcon, and the gunman somewhere, none of them are easy to deal with.

Before he finished speaking, bullets landed at the feet of the three people, causing gravel to fly.

Li Qianxia screamed in surprise, hugged Li Changzhou's right hand, and huddled next to him like a rabbit.

"Don't move, you can't hit us." Yang Qinglan sensed that the danger was very weak.

Just as she said, the other party fired a few more shots, and the bullets stuck to their feet, always seven or eight centimeters apart, like a chained dog, fierce and scary, just looking at it.

With nothing to do, Li Changzhou looked at his wound, wondering if it was his imagination. Normally, blood vessels in such wounds would retract deep into the muscle.

But his blood vessels were missing, his muscles were numb and itchy, and he had the smell of crawling back together on his own.

When he thought of "muscle strengthening", in addition to improving his quality, there were also some deep-seated changes in his body.

"I am indeed not a simple man." Li Changzhou sighed sincerely.

Yang Qinglan and Li Qianxia looked at each other.

"What skills did you use that consumed your intelligence?" Yang Qinglan asked.

"Are you euphemistically saying that I have a bad mind?"

"Um."

She actually nodded?

"Brother, it's okay." Li Qianxia comforted you, "I won't dislike you. When I was a child, I often fantasized about our old life. You couldn't take care of yourself, and I would pee for you."

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【game over】

[Current survival life in the arena is 20]

[Contestants please go to the station to settle]

Fortunately, he will be pissed to death if he continues like this.

This was the fastest dungeon to end, and the tragedy in the darkness was probably no less severe than what they had experienced.

The bus rushed over and stopped on the platform, blocking the pothole like a wall.

They were not in a hurry to get on the bus and waited for a while.

Yang Qinglan was still worried, so she asked Li Changzhou to let go and yell: "Am I handsome!"

After confirming that no one was jealous of his handsomeness, the three of them left the pit and came to the stop sign to settle their accounts.

I lay awake at night, reluctant to part with this book and the characters. I couldn't help but open the Writer's Backstage, wanting to take a second look, and found the messages everyone had left me.

It’s better to keep writing. It doesn’t matter if your grades are not good. I’ll finish writing this story and finish writing everything I like about this story.

thanks for your support.