I created the Longevity Club

From the wolf's point of view, Lu Li was looking at the empty wall with a face full of expectation, but soon he collapsed, as if he was very ordinary. Then it was even more difficult to accept. Lu Li howled to the sky, and the sound sounded like he was injured. Then the poor man held his forehead, exuding a resentful temperament all over his body, and he was decadent and motionless.

It seems that Lu Li is already sick, and the disease is very serious, making him have no strength. The wolf thought about it and analyzed it calmly, but he couldn't suppress the excitement in his heart.

In other words, can I have two bowls of rice?

Thinking of this, the wolf could no longer hold back his mood, and asked Lu Li directly and frankly, but what he got in return was not a bowl of rice, but Lu Li's silence.

Lu Li thought resentfully, and it turned out that people's sorrows and joys were not connected.

After a long while, Lu Li finally came out of the blow. The blow included not only that he was a non-African, that he had drawn a potential that he didn't know what it was used for, but also that Wolf seemed to want to eat two bowls of rice every day. After coming out of this triple blow, he finally decided to experiment with the practicality of this card skill.

The situation after that was very tragic.

Why do I say that? Because Lu Li had just opened the first skill of this Qianlong card, and suddenly Lu Li seemed to have turned back into the god of gods before. A feeling of who else but me poured down from the top of his head, but in the next second, Lu Li seemed to command his limbs without thinking and rushed towards Wolf's arrow.

If Wolf hadn't reacted very quickly, after discovering something wrong, he would have thrown away the weapon in his hand and tried to tie up Lu Li's limbs. Otherwise, Wolf might have watched his roommate commit suicide in front of him this time. The most vicious thing is not just this.

In the next 5 minutes, Lu Li seemed to have lost his mind, rushing around recklessly, recklessly to the extreme. Even Lang couldn't figure out why Lu Li did such a thing, and under such a premise, Lu Li didn't realize that he could interrupt this skill.

It wasn't until the skill disappeared that Lu Li collapsed to the ground. He seemed to have been trying to die just now. Lang had to attack Lu Li, and his hands were not light or heavy, almost scratching internal injuries and fractures. Lu Li also remembered the previous tricks, and he wanted to splatter blood on the spot, which was too suffocating.

Lang was still seriously finishing off the knife on the side.

"What were you doing just now? Like a madman." 297 Lu Li almost burst into tears after hearing this.

"Besides that."

"You looked like you just now, I really want to beat you up."

"... If I can, I also want to beat myself up."

After the skill completely dissipated, Lu Li looked at the black card with Qianlong printed on it, and he also wanted to beat Qianlong very much.

In other words, this skill has no benefit. It is the ultimate face-to-face attack, the originator of suicide flow.

If Qianlong's first skill and Du Mu's first skill are combined, it is hard to imagine how much damage will be done, but it is definitely a loss of 800 for every 1,000 you injure. .