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The game stipulates that two demons compete, and only one is left.

Even if Su Xiaoxi’s S-level props looked so shiny, the beard still struggled to get up, gritted his teeth and walked over tremblingly with the dagger, raised it again, and said cruelly: "Even if it’s an S-level prop. , It can’t be a death-free gold medal! I'll see how long your protective cover can protect you!"

After finishing speaking, he was struggling to stab again.

He still used a lot of strength this time, so the reaction force was also great, and he fell to the ground again, and the tiger's mouth in his other hand cracked.

However, he laughed instead, "I knew it! I knew it was impossible for this S-level protective cover to keep you!"

While smiling, he rubbed over on the ground and raised his hand to continue hacking.

He didn't care about the shock of the tiger's mouth becoming more and more bloody, nor did he care about the pain of being back shocked.

He's almost mixed with advanced players, and the beard is not hard to bear, so this bit of pain is nothing to him?

The protective cover, which was rippling with a faint golden light, dimmed inch by inch.

Su Xiaoxi's expression followed, getting heavier and heavier.

On the contrary, his cheeks became more and more excited, "Hurry! Wait for this cover to break! You wait!"

"Why bother?" Su Xiaoxi sighed again, his tone very helpless.

Hearing her say this, his face was coldly hummed, "Yes, why bother? Why don't you give me this S-level item obediently, and I will let you keep a whole body."

"..." Su Xiaoxi shrugged, raised his hand and threw out a dark thing, "Why should I waste the props again?"

The quick reaction of the beard made him bounce away quickly, but the props that Su Xiaoxi threw out were Grade A props, so it was so easy to dodge.

Soon, his face was confused, his hair was combed one by one, and his clothes had torn countless holes.

[Smelly tofu bomb/bomb: A-level props, more painful than being bombed/dead, is not being bombed/dead...From then on, when others look at you, they will pinch their noses and frown. 】

The current beard hasn't been bombed/dead, so Su Xiaoxi smelled a strong odor.

She quickly covered her nose and muttered: "Huh? Why are you not dead?"

Obviously, this stinky tofu is fried. The bomb is very powerful!

snort! fraud!

Beard sniffed the smell of his body, holding back the feeling of vomiting in his chest, holding on to the trunk, unbelievable, "It's a prop again? Why do you have so many props?! How is this possible?!"

"Are you too much?" Su Xiaoxi tilted his head, with a look of "how come you have never seen the world like this".

Only two props, look scared the child.

Gritting his teeth with hatred, his eyes flushed with jealousy, "I was born to death in so many games, and only saved six or seven props! You are just a rookie, and you actually have two props! This is not fair!"

What's more, it's so wasteful. Using these disposable items is like throwing them away for fun. It's so annoying!

Hu Jinhu usually stores those props, except for the recyclable daggers, other consumables are reluctant to use.

Before the moment of life and death, he would rather use his thickest defense to carry it.

For example, just now, if most of his points after clearing the game were not used for defense, he would have been bombed/dead by Su Xiaoxi's A-level props.

But now, it's not much better.

Luo Chihu knew that he couldn't last long, and it was a critical moment of life and death again.

He gritted his teeth and took out three props from the props column at once and raised them to his chest.

"Jiang Yutong! You forced me!" Luo Che Hu was bleeding distressedly.

This is just a newcomer, and he actually asked him to take out his family. Since entering the game, he has not suffered such a big loss.

Why bother? "Su Xiaoxi sighed calmly, and said these three words again.

Now that I heard these three words, my beard suddenly felt a bit of a psychological shadow, and his legs were a little bit weak from the bombing, and it seemed to be even more untenable.

But reason told him that it was impossible, and she couldn't have any other tricks.

He took out any of these three props, and he could smash her vulnerable protective cover, and then let her die!

But Su Xiaoxi suddenly bends over, conjured up props out of thin air in his palms, and then arranged them neatly on the ground.

One, two, three...

With her movements, the beards counted one by one, her eyes widening, and in the end her eyes were cracked, almost bleeding.

"Why do you have to compare with me?" After setting up a stall, Su Xiaoxi stood up and patted the dust on his hands.

With a "poof", the cheeks were really blown to the point of vomiting blood.

He clutched his chest, shook his head and murmured: "Fake...it must be false...it's impossible..."

If you are not afraid of being cruel, you are afraid of being mad.

The beard seemed to be irritated a little bit harshly. After despair, he slammed his backhand directly. He originally planned to save the use of the three props that he cherished and was thrown out by him.

Su Xiaoxi stood in the protective cover, and the game panel in his mind suddenly popped up the information of these three props.

[Desperate Bubble: B-level props, when the bubble envelopes you, there is no dream, only despair. You will be immersed in great despair, unable to move for 5 seconds. 】

【Small scale: C-level props, a scale that can double your weight. It's really interesting, who wants to pay for it? 】

[Black Moonlight: B-level props, a lethal moonlight. If it penetrates the body, you will see your blood flow out along the black moonlight. 】

These three props smashed over together, and Su Xiaoxi suddenly felt that his body was frozen, and he was bearing twice the gravity.

More importantly, the black moonlight pierced her heart, much sharper and terrifying than a dagger.

Only five seconds.

Su Xiaoxi's eyes were astringent, and everything became slow motion.

The black moonlight came slowly, and with the number of seconds she meditated silently in her heart, it became a countdown to death, which was generally suffocating.

Suddenly, Xi's long and well-knotted fingers stretched out, and with just a light block, the three flying props converged their light, held them in his palm, and returned to the state they were in before being excited.

It's Creamer.

He didn't know where he was coming back from, there was still wet dew on his shoulders, and his phoenix eyes seemed to converge to the moonlight tonight, and he was slightly cold.

The frenzied man was stunned with a laugh, shook his head, and patted his face again, "I must be dreaming! I'm crazy!"

Creamer re-energized the three props, and then threw them toward the beard, with the corners of his lips curling up without a smile, "Come on, have a taste."

The crazy-looking beard was set in place like this, and the black moonlight passed through his chest, showing no mercy.

These were originally supposed to be taken by Su Xiaoxi, but now they are all returned to him.

After five seconds of fixed body time passed, Luo Hu looked down at the blood hole the size of a bowl in his chest with disbelief. There was blood flowing out of it, and he could even see the heart that was about to stop beating inside.

He realized afterwards that he was going to die.

He never thought that he would die in this newbie level, on his own props.

So frustrated, so useless.

"Bang!" Hu slumped straight to the ground, and the worldview that had been established since entering the game collapsed.

Before losing consciousness, he asked the last sentence unwillingly—

"You guys...who are you?"

Who the **** is it?

Su Xiaoxi also wanted to know the answer.

She put away the protective cover that could only withstand another half of the attack, silently regretting in her heart.

She moved neatly to put away the props she had set up before.

Looking at Creamer again, Su Xiaoxi's eyes light up, as if he saw a moving thigh.

Su Xiaoxi licked over, smiling brightly, "Brother, it was really thanks to you just now, otherwise, I will definitely be killed by him!"

She patted her chest in fear.

Creamer glanced at her up and down, and said quietly: "You? Not so."

"Why not?" Su Xiaoxi quickly pointed to the silent beard on the ground, "Brother, you don't know how fierce he is! How terrible!"

"Yeah." Creamer replied perfunctorily, as if not interested.

Su Xiaoxi didn't say anything more interestingly, but couldn't help but ask him, "Brother, are you really a novice player?"

"Huh?" Creamer didn't seem to hear it, as if out of wandering, the ending sound picked up slightly.

Su Xiaoxi sighed and said seriously: "A powerful person like my brother, even the priest will whisper to you. You must not be an ordinary player, right?"

Creamer didn't answer her, raised his hand and snapped his fingers lightly.

Su Xiaoxi's fangs appeared immediately.

He snapped his fingers again, and Su Xiaoxi's tail suddenly stretched out and swayed from side to side.

Another snapped his fingers, and the devil's pointed horns on the top of his head also grew out.

Su Xiaoxi: …! !

"Do you understand now?" Creamer retracted his hand and looked at Su Xiaoxi inexplicably.

Su Xiaoxi did not answer him either, but instead rushed directly onto him, biting his neck with his mouth open.

The little fangs that had just emerged were pressed against his cold white and thin neck, and the soft tip of the tongue swayed as she spoke, making him feel its temperature.

She asked him, "Brother, can I bite you? Oh, I can't help it. I really want to bite you. Let me take a bite, okay?"