The hero who crossed the line of fire has a dream

Chapter 726 Yang Ke pointed a gun at Wang Yue!

The huge indoor stadium was silent, and the inside of the glass house was even more terrifyingly quiet.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

One knife, two knives, three knives...

One knife per second, the knife is sharp, and a heart is riddled with holes and blood.

Wang Yue opened his mouth, but he couldn't say what he wanted to say for a moment. After a lot of effort, Fang said hoarsely: "Yang Ke, let's play a game of fire!"

Yang Ke turned his head away from Wang Yue, and said without hesitation: "Reject!"

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

Jiang Zhishui is working very hard to facilitate this "fraternal killing" show, which is much more interesting than winning the championship trophy...

Yang Ke didn't change the slightest expression on his face, and said neither sad nor happy: "I'll take it!"

Yang Ke's obedience to Jiang Zhishui's words made Wang Yue's already bloodless face a little paler.

Wang Yue set up a room and invited Yang Ke to join. Yang Ke came in quickly, seeing that he was prepared without the slightest hesitation and suppressed the throbbing heart, Wang Yue clicked to start the game.

Wang Yue glanced at the black and white transport ship in his eyes, manipulated the characters, and walked out slowly from the opposite corner.

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

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

Wang Yue pressed the "g" key to discard the firearm in his hand, and Yang Ke pressed the left mouse button to shoot Wang Yue.

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

Tick ​​tock!

A teardrop squeezed out from the corner of the slender eye, quickly slid down the cheek, fell heavily on the keyboard, and shattered into eight petals.

Tick ​​tock!

Tick ​​tock!

One teardrop after another fell on the keyboard.

Yang Ke's whole body froze, playing back in his mind the gun that was discarded when he had the opportunity to shoot first, he glanced sideways, and a dazzling scene caught his eyeballs.

He looked at the tearful man, he looked at the tears 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 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 conceal the heart-wrenching hoarseness.

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

Because the scene was out of control, the principal of Youth University hurried into the glass room and said to Wang Yue, "Wang Yue, calm down, the saber hasn't lost yet, and there is still a chance to be resurrected!"

"I have a chance to fart!" Wang Yue hammered his heart violently, wishing he could make a blood hole, his eyes dripped down, and he shouted heart-piercingly: "My brother pointed a gun at me, you let me beat you!" Shit!"

There were teardrops on the tip of his nose, tears in his mouth, crazy and possessed, Wang Yue was like a lunatic, sometimes laughing, sometimes in pain, and sometimes expressionless.

That was his brother, that was his brother, pointed the gun at him without hesitation, and fired a bullet without hesitation, what was killed was not a game character, but Wang Yue's heart!

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

Wang Yue stared at the drinking glass, grabbed it, and threw it on the ground fiercely. The glass was torn apart. He quickly bent over and picked up a sharp fragment.

When everyone was shocked, thinking that the crazy Wang Yue was about to act fiercely, they saw him slash with a sharp piece, and all the slender oblique bangs were cut off, and he raised the hair in the air, saying: "Cutting the silk is like cutting a mat. From now on, we are no longer brothers!"

Wang Yue tightly held the sharp cup fragments, the fragments cut through the flesh, and blood flowed out from the cracks in his palms, making the hearts of those who saw it tremble.

He didn't mean to give up, his palm kept shrinking, as if he wanted to crush the sharp fragments into powder, but the final result was that his palm was cut into a rotten ball.

Wang Yue held the fragments tightly and kept squeezing them. The blood flowed more and more terrifyingly. He raised his feet and walked out towards the exit, leaving a shocking line of blood wherever he went.

The thin man bent down, picked up a fragment, looked at Yang Ke's face reflected by the smooth fragment, and clenched his palm violently, fresh time gushed out along the crack of the palm.

He turned around and left, leaving behind a glaring line of blood, saying: "The blood of the brothers in the past, now I have cut the flesh and shed it, you and I don't know each other anymore!"

Zhang Dekuai looked at the bright shard lying in his palm, laughed at himself, and said, "Although we haven't been together for long, at least we have fought side by side, at least we were brothers."

As he closed his palms, the fragments sank into the flesh little by little, the palms were clenched tightly, blood flowed out along the fingers, and he stepped away, adding another line of blood.

With a stiff expression, Yang Ke looked at Xiucai, who had only one saber left. Xiucai shook his head at him, bent down, looked at a sharp fragment that stood up, and slapped it with his palm.

When the palm was raised, the fragments had disappeared, leaving only a pool of eye-catching bloodstains. Facing the exit of the indoor stadium, they walked slowly with heavy steps.

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

In the auditorium, there were distorted faces in astonishment and hearts that were about to stop beating. No one thought that the matter would come to an end like this.

Jiang Zhishui glanced at the blood line that could not be seen at a glance, smiled slightly, and said calmly: "It's really easy to win, but the game is not over yet..."

Jiang Zhishui's heart was full of murderous intent, he seemed to be chatting and laughing on the surface, but his heart was slightly tumbling.

He has been acting all day during the game, pretending to be sleeping, scared, and weak, but when Wang Yue performed the Buddha jumping sniper, even if it was only in the roughest form, the surprise at that moment was truly from his heart.

The Buddha jumping spy is a unique skill that makes Jiang Zhishui extremely jealous. He has practiced hard for a long time, but he only practiced a few tricks, but he couldn't understand the meaning of the Buddha jumping spy, so he had no choice but to give up.

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

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

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

(End of this chapter)