The hero who crossed the line of fire has a dream

Chapter 635 I am alive, you suffer!

As time passed, the game slowly came to an end. Saber defeated the Black Eagle Tribe with a record of 24 kills ahead of the Black Hawk Tribe, and won the game.

The promotion battle, the ring competition system, the first round, the Saber faced the Black Eagle Tribe, the Saber won, became the leader of the ring and entered the second round, the Black Eagle Tribe lost, and were eliminated.

There were slight waves in Wang Yue's usual calm eyes, and his heart was beating faster and faster. The promotion match was divided into four rounds of arena battles. Now that Saber has successfully passed the first round, it means that Saber only needs to advance to two more rounds before Wang Yue can compete with Wang Yue. Jiang Zhishui decides whether to be male or female.

Wang Yue raised his head proudly, looked at the blue sky through the transparent glass, his palm got closer and closer to the sky that was once unattainable in his eyes, the shame of the past, the opportunity to talk to his sister, Bai Mange's mobile phone number , he will succeed.

There were bursts of applause from the auditorium, and most of the cheeks were filled with joy because of the acquisition of the saber. With the continuous efforts of Wang Yue and the saber, the reputation of Youth University became more and more weak in the hearts of everyone.

Because of the shock, half of Xueyu Yingying's face was as stiff as iron. He is not someone who can't afford to lose, but he never thought that he would lose to Wang Yue. Now he understands why Wang Yue seemed to be exhausted when he appeared. The four withered scholars seemed to be on fire again.

"I heard that your goal is to defeat Jiang Zhishui?" Wang Yue's eyes flickered slightly, and he asked softly.

"Hmm!" Snowy Eagle's back was stretched straight, and his chest was slightly heaving. This was a very serious question for him.

"You lost, you lost the qualification to face Jiang Zhishui, but leave it to me!" There was an unquestionable affirmation in the small voice.

"Good!" Xueyu Xiongying always admired people with superb skills.

Wang Yue got up, stood up straight, and walked out of the glass house with strides.

The four Spy Blood Ghost Eagle looked at Wang Yue's thin figure. They kept yelling at Wang Yue, but from the beginning to the end, Wang Yue didn't reply a word, and they didn't even glance at them. Their aloof attitude originally meant that they were not worthy of Wang Yue's attention at all, just like lone wolves who would never pay attention to the provocations of ants.

When Wang Yue passed the Peerless Mythology contestant's seat, he stopped suddenly, his eyes were still looking at the empty front, and he didn't know who to tell with indifferent words, saying: "I live, you suffer!"

After saying that, Wang Yue didn't mean to stay or wait for an answer. The war had already begun, but he didn't want to be regarded as a fool.

The tall man leaning on the captain's seat raised his tired-looking eyelids and said in a calm tone: "It seems to have been discovered, but..."

The man's half-opened eyes gave a playful look to the thin figure in front of him, and a sneer sneered on the corner of his lips: "However, that's what makes it fun."

I remember that in the prison cell, the bald head was bought by someone and wanted to make Wang Yue look like a fool. After the bald head was taught a lesson, Wang Yue learned a name from him. The so-called person and name were the captain of the peerless myth. Punish God.

Half-finger Zhushen, the king of e-sports at Kirin University, he takes the second place, no one dares to take the first place, the pinnacle figure who once led the peerless mythical team to win the runner-up in the Upper Realm Tournament, does not need the slightest language embellishment, the name single bottle The head is enough to show the horror of the half-fingered god.

Wang Yue didn't know Banzhi Zhushen before, and he didn't know when he offended Banzhizhushen.

Wang Yue is afraid of causing trouble, but Wang Yue will never be soft when trouble comes to him. His life is worthless, but he will not allow others to take it at will.

Half-finger Zhushen looked at the gradually blurred thin back, his half-opened eyelids slowly closed, his lazy breath gradually dissipated, and said softly: "Xue Bing, I want it."

Half-finger Zhu Shen was born in a proud family, money is just a row of cold numbers in his eyes, women are even more readily available to him, and because he can easily get everything, no woman has ever attracted him.

The moment Xue Bing appeared in his pupils, it was like a heavy hammer breaking the ice that wrapped his heart, and his sleeping heart was pounding. His thought was simple, Xue Bing, he wanted it.

Wang Yue paid for the treat, and after the meal was full, they went about their own business. After Wang Yue and Xue Bing kept warm for a while, they sent Xue Bing back to the dormitory, and he himself returned to the dormitory.

Wang Yue lay on a somewhat hard wooden bed, with his arms resting behind his head for a long time, causing his arms to feel slightly numb. The joy of winning the game was soon overwhelmed by deep sorrow.

The three Bricks murdered the mouse because of money. They wanted to deal with the matter in a low-key manner, but because the police came to the door, the whole matter became public. According to the police, someone used a public phone to report it, so they learned about it.

Who is the whistleblower? Since he has the heart of justice to report, why didn't he participate in the case? Then he held a phone call and pushed Wang Yue to the cliff. Did that person expect that the three of them would definitely frame Wang Yue, the most suspected person, in order to avoid the fact of murder? Just reported it?

The whistleblower, the crow, the half-fingered Zhushen, Jiang Zhishui, the mysterious man, Wang Yue was a little out of breath under the pressure of this heavy mountain for a while.

Go to sleep.

The next day, the air was fresh and the birds were singing and the flowers were fragrant.

Wang Yue has the habit of jogging in the morning, but sometimes he will temporarily stop it because of the delay of the work. The sky is bright, and Wang Yue trots around the playground against the thin fog. Wang Yue once tried to make Xue Bing have this good habit. Thinking of how Xue Bing could fall asleep standing up, he resolutely gave up.

Wang Yue is not the only one who has the habit of running in the morning, but Wang Yue caught an acquaintance in the morning jogging crowd, Ling Xiaoran.

Ling Xiaoran was dressed in white sportswear, with a good face, a sharp chin, pink lips like cherry blossoms, and a smooth forehead with some small water droplets condensed from mist. Her small hands were clenched into fists, her arms were swinging, and her eyes Ahead, running very seriously.

She was right in front of Wang Yue, and Wang Yue could catch up with her by speeding up a little bit. Wang Yue didn't speed up, nor did he chase after her. He chose to leave. He thanked Ling Xiaoran for accompanying him and the skinny man in the ambulance when they were in a coma. The hospital, but he didn't want to cause some kind of embarrassment by meeting him.

Ling Xiaoran, who was trotting, seemed to be thinking about something. When she woke up, she found that she had deviated from the runway. She turned back to the runway, but turned a little too fast, sprained her foot, and fell to the ground.

The pain of falling to the ground made her frown Liu Mei, and she inadvertently saw Wang Yue who was leaving away from the runway with slightly painful eyes. She did not expect that Wang Yue would also run in the morning. She was delighted to have the opportunity to meet Wang Yuechen in the future While running, his bright eyes quickly dimmed. Did he leave because he saw her?

Ling Xiaoran's eyes were foggy, she was aggrieved, she wanted to cry, she wanted to stand up, and only when she stood up could she see the gradually blurred and thin back that she had never seen when she was lying on the ground, but because of the sprain My ankle hurts and I can't stand up.

When she lowered her head to soften her sore ankle, a voice made her raise her head quickly.

"Ling Xiaoran, you bitch, you will die if you don't seduce a man!"

(End of this chapter)