The national male god is fierce and strong

Chapter 1265 Let me listen to the clicker
With sharp needles, Yuan Jing raised his hand again.

This time the attack was still swift and fierce, Yuan Jing frowned slightly as she looked at the young man dripping with cold sweat.

So... Desperate?
Isn't it just a bet?

With such a flash of kung fu, several needle lights pushed in again, and Yuan Jing shot again and again, directly crushing the silver needle transformed from spiritual power.

When the last silver needle was crushed, Lian Feng was drenched and his face was already pale.

The thin lips were pursed tightly, and there was a burst of acupuncture pain in the brain.

It was as if something was buzzing.

Yuan Jing dropped her hand and frowned at him.

"Your mental strength is overdrawn. If one is not good, it will leave sequelae."

With that said, he was about to walk over.

Lian Feng raised his eyes suddenly, bloodshot eyes were already seeping from the dark eyes, he said coldly, "Don't come here, our bet is not over yet!"

Yuan Jing paused slightly, and chuckled, "I admit, your talent is not bad. But in such a short time, it is impossible to defeat me."

"Not always."

Lian Feng twisted his eyes, and suddenly they deepened.

"Pfft."

The sound of silver needles penetrating the body.

The sound was so soft that it was almost inaudible.

Yuan Jing frowned slightly, and looked down.

All I could see was a small hole in the uniform.

It's small, so it's hard to see.

He just thought about it for a moment, and then he understood.

The needle was attached to the thin thread of his defense and slowly moved over.

Lian Feng's attack in the third round was not an attack at all.

It's to fight for the time when the silver needle moves past.

If you move too fast, you will be spotted by him.

Too slow and can't catch up.

He was using two things at once, so his mental strength was naturally overdrawn.

Lian Feng finally exhausted his strength, staggered and nearly fell to the ground.

Yuan Jing walked over in an instant and supported Lian Feng's arm.

Looks complicated.

Lian Feng's face was pale, and the sequelae of mental exhaustion made him almost bite his teeth, and his voice was slightly weak, "The bet, I won."

"Yes, you won."

Yuan Jing pursed her lips, her eyes fell on the face of the young man in her arms, her voice paused, and she said, "You are the third person in the whole star field to beat me."

Lian Feng smiled slightly, with three-point satisfaction hidden in his brows, "My condition is."

"... Please help Yan Tao retrieve her memory."

Yuan Jing: "...Sorry, I can't do it."

Marshal's memory is sealed in Xiaoqi's system.

Unless Master Yun Kuo speaks in person.

Otherwise, no one can break the password of the top system and steal the data.

Lian Feng frowned, and glanced at Yuan Jing, "Is it really impossible?"

Yuan Jing nodded, and gave him a helpless look, "It's about the marshal, and there's nothing I can do."

"That's it."

Lian Feng withdrew his arm supported by him with a swish, expressionless, "I didn't say anything."

Yuan Jing? ? ! !
Lian Feng grinned and pressed his temples, with a depressed expression, "It's a waste of my time, really."

As he said that, he casually glanced at Yuan Jing, with a superior attitude, "Then you sing a song for me, it's better."

Yuan Jing gritted her teeth: "What did you ask me to do?"

The other party's swaying attitude of dismissing people annoyed the former adjutant.

"Sing."

Lian Feng supported his forehead and sighed, and said in a very disadvantaged tone, "Oh, I have wasted all my time, and now I have a headache and earache. Sing a song to make me happy."

(End of this chapter)