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The huge indoor stadium was silent, and the silence inside the glass house was even more terrifying.

One second, two seconds, three seconds......

One, two, three......

A knife in a second, the knife is sharp, a heart is full of holes, and it is bloody.

Wang Yue opened his mouth, but the words he wanted to say didn't spit out for a while, and after a lot of effort, Fang said hoarsely: "Yang Ke, let's play the line of fire!" ”

Yang Ke turned his head away from Wang Yue, and said without thinking: "Refuse!" ”

"Don't refuse!" Jiang Zhishui unhurriedly opened a melon seed shell, chewed the fragrant melon seeds, and said with a smile: "Saber friend, I don't think you should refuse your captain's invitation to fight!" ”

Jiang Zhishui worked very hard to promote this "fratricidal" show, which is much more interesting than winning the championship trophy......

Yang Ke's face did not change in the slightest, and he said without sadness or joy: "I took it!" ”

Yang Ke's obedience to Jiang Zhishui's words made Wang Yue's already bloodless face even pale.

Wang Yue set up the room and invited Yang Ke to join, Yang Ke quickly came in, looking at the preparation without the slightest hesitation, and enduring the pain in his heart, Wang Yue clicked to start the game.

Wang Yue glanced at the black-and-white transport ship in his eyes, manipulated the figure, and slowly walked out from the diagonal entrance.

At this time, Yang Ke manipulated the character to run out from the corner of the defender, and the two looked north and south, their eyes entangled.

Wang Yue held the keyboard in his hand, and Yang Ke pressed the mouse with his fingers.

Wang Yue pressed the "G" button to discard the gun in his hand, and Yang Ke pressed the left mouse button to shoot Wang Yue.

An instant message appears in the upper right corner of the screen: Yang Ke killed Wang Yue!

Tick!

A teardrop squeezed out of the corner of her slender eye, slid down her cheek, and slammed into the keyboard, shattering into eight petals.

Tick!

Tick!

Teardrops fell on the keyboard one after another.

Yang Ke's whole body stiffened, and his mind replayed the firearm that had a chance to shoot first, but was discarded.

He looked at the man who was in tears, he looked at the teardrops on the keyboard, his throat moved stiffly, he opened his mouth, and finally closed his mouth tightly, he gritted his teeth and charged.

Wang Yue left the keyboard with his left hand, left the mouse with his right hand, and the whole person left the computer desk far away.

"I lost!" Wang Yue seemed to have a handful of sand in his throat, but his indistinct voice could hardly hide the heart-rending hoarseness.

Wang Yue pointed to his heart, recalling the scene of being killed just now, closed his eyes, squeezed out tears drop by drop, and said: "I lost, from the moment my brother pointed a gun at me, I have lost completely." ”

Because the scene was a little out of control, the president of Qingchun University hurriedly entered the glass house and said to Wang Yue: "Wang Yue, calm down, the saber has not been lost, and there is still a chance to resurrect!" ”

"There's a chance to fart!" Wang Yue hammered his heart violently, eager to hammer out a bloody hole, the bottom of his eyes slipped down, and shouted heartbreakingly: "My brother pointed a gun at me, you let me spank a fart!" ”

There were tears hanging from the tip of his nose, and tears were in his mouth, crazy, and demonic, Wang Yue was like a madman, sometimes laughing, sometimes painful, sometimes expressionless.

That's his brother, that's his brother, he didn't hesitate to point the gun at him, and shot a bullet without hesitation, killing not a game character, but his Wang Yue's heart!

He can afford to lose games, he can afford to lose the country, he can afford to lose his life, but he can't afford to lose brotherhood.

Wang Yue stared at the glass of drinking water, grabbed it, and slammed it to the ground, the glass was torn apart, and he quickly bent over and picked up a sharp fragment.

When everyone was shocked, thinking that the crazy Wang Yue was going to commit murder, I saw him slash with sharp fragments, and all the slender oblique bangs were cut off, and the hair was raised to the air, saying: "Cutting silk is like cutting a mat, and we will never be brothers again!" ”

Wang Yue clutched the sharp fragment of the cup tightly, the fragment cut through the flesh and skin, and the blood flowed out along the crack of his palm, making the hearts of those who saw it tremble.

He didn't mean to give up, and his palm kept shrinking, as if to pinch the sharp shards into powder, but the end result was that the palm was cut into a mess.

Wang Yue clutched the fragments tightly, still squeezing continuously, the red blood flowed more and more terrifyingly, he raised his steps and walked out towards the exit, leaving a shocking blood line wherever he went.

The thin man bent down, touched a fragment, looked at the face of Yang Ke refracted by the smooth fragment, and clenched his palm violently, and it gushed out along the slit of his palm.

He turned around and left, leaving a piercing line of blood, and said: "The blood of my brothers in the past, now I have cut my flesh and flowed, and you and I will never know each other again!" ”

Zhang looked at the bright fragment lying in his palm, smiled self-deprecatingly, and said: "Although we haven't been together for a long time, at least we have fought side by side, at least we have been brothers." ”

As he retracted his palm, the fragments sank into the flesh little by little, and the palm of his hand was clenched, and the blood flowed out along the cracks between his fingers, and he walked away, adding another line of blood.

Yang Ke, who had a stiff expression, looked at Xiucai, who had only one person left in the saber, Xiucai shook his head at him, bent down, looked at a sharp fragment standing up, and slapped his palm violently.

When the palm of the hand was raised, the fragments were gone, leaving only a puddle of bloodstains, towards the exit of the indoor stadium, with heavy steps, slowly walking.

The sunlight shines through the glass of the indoor stadium, shining five long lines of blood, and the red blood is dazzling.

In the audience, the faces of shock and distortion, and the hearts that almost stopped beating, no one would have thought that things would end with such a result.

Jiang Zhishui glanced at the endless blood line, smiled slightly, and said indifferently: "It's really easy to win, but the game is not over yet......"

Jiang Zhishui's heart was filled with a trace of murderous intent, he seemed to be talking and laughing on the surface, but his heart was rolling slightly.

He was acting all day long, pretending to be asleep, pretending to be afraid, and pretending to be weak, but when Wang Yue showed the Buddha Jumping Sniper, even if it was only the roughest form, the surprise at that moment was really from his heart.

Buddha jumping sniper is a peerless study that makes Jiang Zhishui extremely red-eyed, he has practiced hard for a long time, but only practiced a few tricks, how can he not understand the meaning of Buddha jumping sniper, and finally had to give up helplessly.

Although Wang Yue's Buddha jumping sniper did not comprehend the meaning of sniping, it had a preliminary form.

This preliminary form is not a powerful trick, but it will not be defeated in his heart, but it is much stronger than the trick he practiced at the beginning.

Jiang Zhishui didn't want to leave a hidden danger......