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Chapter 1968 I just want to talk with my fists 12

If you want to fist at her, you will feel a little psychological burden subconsciously, so you are still quite polite.

Of course, this psychological burden only lasted until Chu Ci knocked them down and made them doubt their lives.

Soon, the scores in the Chuci card had been saved enough, and even copied them.

Later, I heard from a senior who was beaten by her to leave the field that there was a score list in this game.

The more you are, the more polite the one is.

And if she wants to recruit new nationals for the planet C-43.

Then she must be stronger the forward!

Chu Ci's eyes lit up in an instant, who was quite responsible.

Live broadcast room—

‘Storing scores? Score list? I always feel that I have a bad premonition.’

'I can tell that this is a little evil star, weak and pitiful, cute and sweet? All fakes are fake!!!'

‘Oh, the eyes of contestant Chu Ci’s eyes lit up. You said, why did you tell her about this? Let her be honest and save enough of it.’

'This man must have had a conspiracy. I saw that I was very unhappy when I was beaten and eliminated, but I couldn't beat Chu Ci, so I told Chu Ci about this and asked Chu Ci to get the other players.'

‘Hey? As soon as you said that, I think the smile on my lips when this guy ended up has a deep meaning!’

‘Wow! Are men so cruel?’

‘And why Chu Ci’s eyes lit up when she mentioned it on the list? What did she want to do?’

There was a lot of discussion in the live broadcast room.

And Chu Ci has already won a lot of points here.

Looking at the forty-two inside his card, Chu Ci pointed his little head with satisfaction and seriousness.

It's still too big to find too many people.

Some scores are still because some people have played one game, won, and lost to her, so the scores are added to her.

Then a little sound came from there, and a man walked out carefully from the bunker not far away.

The place where Chu Ci station was hidden, but the other party did not see her.

Before Chu Ci could react, her little body subconsciously approached quietly, and then her eyes lit up.

Live broadcast room—

‘Classmate, run!!’

'You are being targeted!!'

‘Puff, what’s going on? This greedy little look is so cute.’

‘I think this is how players Chu Ci feel now-

Eyes: It's a part!!!

Legs: Understand!!!

Brain: Ang Ang Ang Ang?? Ah! It's a part!'

‘I want to add: Hand: I want to get the points before my brain reacts!’

‘Hahaha, the image is vivid, I'm going to die.’

‘I'll forget it if I laugh to death.’

Successfully, the score that made someone's score again turned into forty-eight points. Chu Ci exclaimed in surprise, looking at the guy who was pressed aside and lowered his head and doubted his life in a daze, patting his shoulder hard.

"You are so awesome."

It's actually eight points.

The man who was photographed trembling:...Is this humiliating me? Or is it a new way of fighting??

What the hell??

Looking at the delicate little girl in front of her, the man finally slowly lowered his head and buried his face in his palm.

Such a big man made a low voice: "Yeah."

Bullying people.

When Chu Ci heard this sound, she almost doubted her life with him:...???What's the thing??
Chapter completed!
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