To be fair, Anis is indeed very strong. Whether it is his ability to respond to crises, his extraordinary talents, or the various props and resources he has accumulated, he is definitely worthy of his top ten ranking.

But the problem is, this time he was really lucky.

Not only because of the red side's superior attack, he was separated from his own, but also because of Yun Bilan's talent, one of his hands was half-disabled. Without any preparation, he was attacked by a group of anchor girls who were his teammates.

In addition, in addition, he is now in a corridor where there is no shadow of illness. It is more suitable to be with friends. It is even more suitable to be with friends who are ignorant. Without the use of talents, there is nowhere to display them.

Not to mention, there was someone in the opposite team who was not inferior to him in terms of experience and level.

Although Wen Jianyan doesn't like to have head-on conflicts with others, and he doesn't know how to directly participate in Hui Lie's battle scenes, but with his flexible mind and precise vision, he can always see the same situation clearly before others.

Anis was surrounded by members of the black team and was unable to concentrate on dealing with the destructive tricks from the opposite team leader.

Soon, everything settled.

In the chaotic corridor, Anistebe was lying on the shabby floor, his hands were clasped behind him, and his pale and blood-stained face was pressed on the damp carpet. At this moment, he was red with anger, and his eyes were filled with lust.

He spoke to Wen Tongyan, who was not far away, and said, "You idiots, are you all blind? He is————"

Before he finished speaking, his mouth was blocked by a towel he found from somewhere.

Wen Jianyan knelt down in front of him, skillfully tied the towel into a knot behind Anis' head, and tugged hard to ensure that it could seal the person's mouth tightly.

[Honesty comes first] Live broadcast room:

"Grass."

"Grass."

“What a loss!!!”

"Hahahahahahahaha, you don't give people a chance to speak at all!!"

"Uh! Uhhh!!"

Anis, whose mouth was tied to death, could only make muffled sounds.

He stared at Wen Jianyan in front of him with his slightly protruding eyes, as if he wanted to tear the counterfeit in front of him into pieces with his gaze.

"I didn't expect it," the black team captain panted, looking down at the real Anis, his eyes radiating with excitement, "It's really hard to get close, and it took no effort to get here. I didn't expect that we

To actually capture the red team leader at this time——

"Uhhhhhhh!!!"

Before he finished speaking, Anis was so angry that he struggled again, making inarticulate sounds from his mouth blocked by the towel. Chengran Wen Jianyan didn't know what he was talking about, but he had a hunch. It should be

bad language.

[Honesty comes first] A barrage of blockbuster hahaha flashed across the live broadcast room:

"Hahahahahaha, my mother, tears have to laugh out."

"Unexpectedly, the "Captain of the Red Team" caught by you is actually one of our own. The real "Captain of the Red Team" is standing in front of you!"

"Hahahahaha Anis is going to be so angry that I'm really impressed by you pig teammates!"

"Quiet!"

The leader of the black team scolded and kicked the prisoner who suddenly became excited.

Wen Jianyan suppressed the curved corners of her mouth, imitating Anis's tone, and said sinisterly: "I didn't expect that the new No. 08 would be nothing more than this."

"That is."

The captain of the black team nodded seriously, "The real number 08 should be you, this guy is just lucky."

""

As if realizing that struggling was pointless, Anis stopped making any sound. He lay quietly on the ground, staring at the people in front of him, his eyes filled with extremely furious murderous intent.

"Mr. Anis, what are you going to do with him next?"

The captain of the black team scratched his head and tentatively suggested: "Since we have captured the enemy's leader, shouldn't we inform the gentlemen?"

"Just let me take care of this," Wen Jianyan said without changing his expression.

He lowered his head, his eyes fell on the ferocious-looking Anis, and added: "But before that, I still have something to talk to this fool who is so bold and dares to pretend to be me,"

The leader of the black team showed a look of surprise, "Oh! I understand."

Soon, under Wen Jianyan's command, Anis, who could not speak and could only kill people with his eyes, was picked up into an empty room next to him and tied tightly to one of the chairs. Wen Jianyan maintained

Looking at his cold persona, he said calmly: "Go out and guard at the door."

The team members were very cooperative and exited the room together. They closed the door before leaving, which was very considerate.

Wen Jianyan and Anis were the only two people left in the dark and damp room.

After confirming that no one was eavesdropping, Wen Jianyan stepped forward and raised his hand to untie the towel tied around Anis' mouth. As soon as he untied it, Anis's hoarse and angry voice rang out: "I'm sorry for you -

—”

Before he could finish cursing, Wen Jianyan quickly blocked his mouth again.

In the dead silent room, the only sound that could be heard was Anis's breathing. His face turned red and his eyes were vicious, as if he wanted to bite off Wen Jianyan's neck.

"Friend, please calm down," Wen Jianyan said, having returned to his native voice and spreading his hands, "Anyway, the matter has come to an end, why don't we have a good chat?"

He showed himself to be open to negotiation and negotiation.

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"What do you mean the matter has come to this? Aren't you the culprit when things develop like this? You should have some face!" "He really knows how to irritate people. I feel like he deserves a beating just looking at him." "You're laughing so hard," Anis thought.

His heart is about to overflow the screen."

"Hahahahahahaha, if looks could kill, I think the anchor would have died hundreds or thousands of times."

After all, Anis is also a senior anchor who came out of the dungeon. Although he was temporarily blinded by anger, he still knew what the priorities were. He did not continue to be dominated by emotions as the barrage predicted, but

He gradually calmed down and stared gloomily at the young man in front of him.

"Are you ready to have a good chat with me?" Wen Jianyan noticed the change in his state and asked.

""

Anis had a sullen face and closed his eyes forcefully, as if suppressing his anger.

After a few seconds, he nodded reluctantly and with difficulty.

So Wen Jianyan stood up and once again took off the towel that blocked the other person's mouth.

This time, Anis did not speak out as recklessly as before.

He maintained his tied position, moved his sore chin a little, and then raised his eyes to look at Wen Jianyan.

His face had changed from red to its original pale color, and he sneered miserably:

"What a good idea."

"No, no," Wen Jianyan shook his head, scratched his hair shyly, and said very sincerely, "I actually didn't expect this development, I just acted accordingly."

Anis""

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"I would like to be called the Master of Gonghuo."

"Obviously it's the same face, but somehow it looks a little bit more unbeatable."

"It's crazy. I think the anchor is worried that he has too few enemies and will be resented too lightly. I've only played a few dungeons since I came here, and my enemies are almost all over the nightmare rankings!"

Anis took a deep breath, no longer bothering to pretend to be polite to Wen Jianyan, and went straight to the point:

"What do you want?"

"It's refreshing to talk to smart people." Wen Jianyan pursed her lips and smiled.

He looked at Anis and got to the point equally directly: "I already know the purpose of your going to the painting shop before."

""

Anis narrowed his eyes and said nothing.

Wen Jianyan said: "Leaving a painting that was watered with your own blood in the corridor of the painting shop is equivalent to leaving a save file of yourself in the game and gaining an extra life, right?" Although it is

question, but he obviously already knew the answer to this question clearly.

It is precisely because of the temptation of "an extra life" that the gentleman can let Anis, whose life is closely related to the success or failure of the dungeon, put aside solving the dungeon and instead go with him to find the mounting shop. No matter what the ending of this dungeon is,

This is the safest solution.

Winning is naturally the best. Even if he loses, he can still survive with that painting as a guarantee.

Wen Jianyan leaned down slightly in front of Anis and lied without changing his expression, "To be honest with you, I did the same thing."

"oh?"

Anis raised an eyebrow calmly.

"What are you telling me to do?"

"It's nothing," Wen Jianyan smiled slightly, "just to express sincerity."
To be continued...