The hero who crossed the line of fire has a dream

Chapter 728 Buddha said, put it down!

Ice thought that Murong Qingqing didn't understand what she was going to say, so she repeated: "Mr. Murong, Wang Yue lost!"

"Ice, what do you want to hear from me?" Murong Qingqing, who had been smiling a little before, was finally a little serious at the moment, but the charm in her voice was hard to get rid of completely, said.

"Me!" Asked by Murong Qingqing, all the words Ice wanted to say were choked in her throat, she couldn't just say Teacher Murongqing, you lost the bet, do you have anything to say?

"Ice, remember, Murong Qingqing is not a god, she is just a very ordinary woman, if there is anything unusual about her, it must be that she is not afraid of losing." Murong Qingqing clearly enunciated the words, as if she wanted to keep these words in Ice's mind forever middle.

"Teacher, have you lost?" The words that had been suppressed for a long time were finally uncontrollable and spit out without the brain.

After blurting out, she somewhat regretted the bluntness of the sentence, no one would be willing to admit that she lost, but after asking, she breathed a sigh of relief as if a heavy burden had been lifted from her heart.

He didn't say a word, and kept his ears up, expecting Murong Qingqing's answer directly rather than insinuatingly.

Murong smiled affectionately and asked back: "Is he dead?"

"No, no!" Ice was a little anxious, she couldn't figure out what Murong Qingqing's sudden words meant, Wang Yue just lost the game, not a life-and-death battle, of course he lived well.

"Oh, then hang up." Without giving Ice a chance to say a few more words, Murong Qingqing directly hung up the phone.

Ice held the phone tightly with her little hand, and because of too much force, her little hand turned slightly white, but she still couldn't figure it out.

On a verdant hillside.

A thin figure was lying on the tender green grass, looking at the blue sky above his head with confused eyes, and the right hand casually resting on the ground dyed a piece of grass red, seeping into the soil little by little.

He opened his eyelids wide open, not letting them close, and once he closed them, the image of a black gun pointing at his heart would appear in his mind.

He lost, and from the moment his brother pointed a gun at him, he lost completely.

If you want Saber to lose the game, just say it, why did you use this kind of betrayal, even if you lied to me from the very beginning, why didn't you keep lying to me until I died.

Xue Bing, if you were here, what would you say to me at this time?

Jian Li, if you were here, what would you say to me at this time?

Wang Yue chewed a thin grass, the bitter taste spread to his internal organs, and the bitterness at the corner of his mouth seemed to become more intense.

A dancing butterfly flew towards Wang Yue, just as it landed on Wang Yue's body, it was startled far away by a piercing sound.

Wang Yue took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and as soon as he touched the text with his finger, a charming voice rang out: "Someone told me that a certain person seems to have lost the game!"

"Yes, it's more than that!" From the first word, he could tell that the numb voice came from Murong Qingqing.

Murong Qingqing on the other end of the phone couldn't stop laughing, as if he had just heard such an interesting joke, his unscrupulous laughter didn't match his glamorous appearance.

But this is precisely Murong Qingqing, sometimes coquettish, sometimes charming, sometimes playful, sometimes childish, a female monster that no one can see through her true face.

Murong Qingqing laughed a little bit, and stopped after a while, teasing: "What a fool, I wanted to bring you a gift when I went back, but now, I won't bring it!"

Wang Yue remembered the person Murong Qingqing was talking about, and asked aloud, "Did Ice tell you?"

Murong Qingqing didn't answer Wang Yue directly, but asked instead: "Why?"

"Ice is very smart, but it's a pity that she has been living in your shadow. Why does she want to compare with you? Does Murong Qingqing have a high level?"

"Little pet, if I put on high heels, I'll be half a head taller than you!" Regarding this point, Murong Qingqing, who has a devil's figure, said without humility.

Wang Yue shook his head and smiled wryly. She knew he wasn't referring to this, but, for some reason, chatting with this woman whose IQ could be called a monster would make him feel much better. This may be the reason why God created women.

Murong Qingqing is like a poppy.

The fragrance of poppies is also deadly. You may be able to pick them with your hand, but you may be bloodied by the hidden thorns. Although you will not be able to pick them if you don’t try, at least you will not be injured. Wang Yue likes to do the latter.

Murong said affectionately: "You seem to be in a good mood."

"You have already analyzed this point since I answered your call." If he was still in a slump, would he answer the call?

"I'm curious, what bargaining chips do you have?"

"You, if I lose you to him, he won't kill me all the time."

Murong Qingqing laughed, but the laughter made Wang Yue's bones a little numb, and he heard Murong Qingqing say: "Okay, you lose a try!"

Wang Yue was choked up.

"Well, it's time for beauty sleep, I'm going to sleep for beauty sleep, little pet, bye~"

Wang Yue didn't intend to continue talking, and then hung up the phone, casually throwing the phone aside, resting his head on his arms, looking at the blue sky.

Buddha, how should I choose, hate or not hate, pain or not pain?

Buddha said, put it down.

Wang Yue tried to comprehend the meaning of sniping but failed many times, and finally felt the existence of the meaning of sniping at this moment, because he already knew how to let go.

Wang Yue knew the rules of the hegemony contest like the back of his hand, so he naturally knew that there would be a duel three weeks later, and that duel was really a duel about the survival of the saber.

Wang Yue clenched his fists quietly. Now, he has realized the illusory sniper meaning of Buddha Tiao. As long as he uses the next three weeks to integrate the sniper meaning into his sniper skills, then he will display his real sniper skills. The Buddha jumped to spy, and he would be unrivaled at that time.

Although three weeks is short, it is enough for Wang Yue to fight hard. The key to victory depends on whether Wang Yue can perfectly integrate the meaning of sniping with the form of Buddha jumping. If it's too streamy, defeating it is like defeating a chicken.

(End of this chapter)