Fortunately, Xia Yihui was not fighting alone, and he also had a great fellow god to help.

As soon as the heat behind him came, a force majeure pushed him to the side.

The whole ball of aluminum hot solution was rubbed past him, smashing hard on the windowsill of the teaching building, and a huge hole suddenly burned out.

Before Xia Yihui could breathe a sigh of relief, he felt himself soaring into the air, flipping through the big hole.

"Ah!" He subconsciously screamed, and immediately realized that Zhang Qingyu was helping him escape.

It is obvious that they had underestimated the group of forces formed by Xin Zhu before.

Although this group of people has low IQ, they have rare outstanding abilities. The skills they get are all combat skills. With matching weapons and tacit cooperation, it is really difficult to resist.

Since that's the case, I can only run away.

But the current situation does not allow them to waste a lot of time catching up here. After comprehensive consideration, they can only come up with this worst.

Xia Yikong understands the truth, but he escapes. What should Zhang Qingyu, who has cut off his back for him?

Xia Yihui half flipped in the air, and she seemed to be dragging a huge transparent feather under her body, gently lowering him down.

At the end of his sight, Zhang Qingyu leaned out of the window with half of his body stretched out his arms, trying hard to control him not to fall down directly.

The dissolved aluminum emitted a huge amount of heat, and Zhang Qingyu was entangled with heat, and his eyes were red due to the scorching temperature. Even so, his whole mind was still tied to Xia Yihui.

When the two of them met, Xia Yihui's mind was shocked suddenly, and suddenly he saw another figure overlapping with Zhang Qingyu.

The surrounding environment was obviously a campus copy, but Xia Yihui suddenly saw a different scene.

In the huge laboratory, Zhang Qingyu, who seemed to be in his teenage form, pushed him down hard in the nutritional cabin.

At the edge of the cabin are instruments that freeze the body and the brain.

A white-haired and white-browed boy rushed in outside the door. As soon as he came in, he knelt down and hugged Zhang Qingyu's thighs, crying bitterly, and refused to let him press the confirmation button.

"Even if Brother Xia pays his life, there are not many crawling seeds everywhere in S City?! It's meaningless to freeze Brother Xia!"

"Zhang Qingyu, I beg you, don't freeze brother Xia, please forgive him!"

"If you dare to touch him, I swear, I will immediately hack the UN network. If a missile comes down, no one will live!!!"

The boy's shrill scream echoed in the laboratory, and the despairing crying sounded sad.

Memory ended suddenly here.

This young man met him in Xia Yi.

Xia Yihui entered the institute at the age of 16 and met the experimental subject No. 1, who was only 6 years old at the time, which was this young man.

The experimental subjects that have not yet been tested have no names, so they can only be called by code names.

Xia Yihui kept calling him No. 1, and this call lasted for more than ten years. It can be said that he brought No. 1 step by step.

At the age of 26, he took over a new experimental project, and No. 1, who was only 16 years old, was transferred to other projects. He never saw this teenager again.

But what are the current situations?

How did the 1st appear in his laboratory?

Why did Zhang Qingyu freeze him?

Missile... Those people said before that a missile was dropped in City S was not related to this matter, right?

What's even more terrifying is that these should be the scenes he remembers, so why did he have no impression?!

Xia Yihui struggled to raise his face and wanted to question Zhang Qingyu. Before he could speak, he turned his body and was thrown directly into other floors.

Zhang Qingyu withdrew his hand and unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Xia Yihui was safe.

The temperature under his hands was extremely hot. Zhang Qingyu raised his hand, and as expected, a charred mark appeared on the palm of his hand.

Just now, he was anxious to help Xia Yihui get out of trouble, but he didn't feel the pain in his palm at all. At this time, he let go of the nervous things in his heart, and he felt the numbness and itchy pain in his palms.

Zhang Qingyu turned around slowly and looked coldly at the people who were surrounding him.

"You can't escape!" The scar man clenched his fists and looked at Zhang Qingyu's watch. The greed in his eyes was almost about to burst out.

Zhang Qingyu snorted coldly, turned around and ran on the road that Xia Yihui had exchanged for 200 hours before.

Huya everyone hurriedly caught up with him.

"Beep-beep-beep-"

The scar man stopped and signaled his subordinates to stop.

Unexpectedly, he took out a small, simple machine respectfully, and took a few fingers to it, and a melodious sound of music came from it.

It is an unknown Italian poll, with the sound of the organ melodiously and melodiously melodiously.

In about 15 seconds, the tune ended. A thin young man's voice came from the simple machine.

"How did I do what I told you?"

The scar man seemed a little afraid of the young man and said, "Boss Xin Zhu, it has been done. The two of them have been broken up now. They are still in the No. 1 teaching building. They should take the initiative to go to the principal's office in a short while. Boss, don't worry, we will try our best to help you intercept Zhang Qingyu and ensure that you have enough time."

Xin Zhu: "What did you just do? Tell me nothing."

Scar man: "We injured Zhang Qingyu!"

Xin Zhu's voice rose a little, and seemed to be very pleasant, "Well...well done. What else?"

What else? The scar man thought about it and replied somewhat uncertainly: "Boss, there is no more."

"Nonsense!" Xin Zhu's voice suddenly became sinister, "Where is Brother Xia? Isn't he with you?"

The scar man was shocked by the sound and thought for a long time before he realized that "Brother Xia" should refer to Xia Yihui.

What is this situation? Could it be that Xia Yihui knows his boss? Otherwise, why would the boss be so familiar with him?

Thinking of the 200 hours he snatched, the scar man's blood was cold all over. He was greedy and swallowed the elephant. At this moment, he only felt heart-wrenching regret and wanted to slap himself a few times.

Damn it! For those 200 hours, he almost even had his life now!

"Xia, he gave me 200 hours." After that, the scar man added with a lucky heart, "Boss, it's not my fault, he did it voluntarily!"

"Oh... volunteer?" A faint laugh came from the simple instrument, dark and stagnant, like the tranquility before the storm, terrifyingly tight.

Everyone around the tiger teeth were cold all over, let alone the big man holding the source of the sound in his hand.

He swallowed his saliva, looked at the instrument in his hand nervously, and signaled that other subordinates would help him hold it.

Xin Zhu's interesting voice came from the instrument, "Are you afraid of me? Why do you want others to help you carry it?"

"Boss, how do you know...ah! You're in the monitoring room!" The scar man reacted suddenly.

"I'm not in the surveillance room, I'm in the principal's office to welcome Brother Xia..."

The scar man had just breathed a sigh of relief when the sound of the evil ghost in hell came out again in the instrument.

"However, I just got rid of the school's surveillance system. Your every move cannot escape my eyes. Hehe..."

Scar man: "…!" Cold sweat was left along his forehead. He felt that what he was holding was not a small summoning machine, but a time bomb.

Xin Zhu smiled coldly, and his voice came out through the instrument.

"Listen to everyone, you will have a reward for killing this person who dares to threaten Brother Xia. Also, for those 200 hours, you must send it back to me in one second!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the scar man trembled his fingers and the simple instrument fell to the ground. He wanted to bend over to pick it up, but suddenly his whole body became cold.

Looking at the malicious eyes of his subordinates beside him, the scar man was trembling in his calves. He took two steps back and stammered and asked: "What do you want to do?!"

The subordinates exchanged their sights with each other, and their greedy smiles bloomed from their faces and slowly surrounded them.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Hearing screams from afar. Players with unknown reasons shook their heads and whispered in a low voice.

"Huya is slaughtering people again. Have you heard of it? Teaching Building No. 1 is now the base of Huya. All unrelated people will be wiped out by their boss Xin Zhu without exception."

"Huh? But when the fourth model started, didn't the person on the radio let no.7 Xia Yihui come here too?"

"My mother, Xia Yihui is a big shot in the ranking No.7, and there is also a great master Zhang from No.1 to protect him. Are you competing with him? They are playing simulation management and solving puzzles. Where are we? We are the Battle Royale! Oh, stop talking, hurry up and run away."
Chapter completed!