It is precisely because of this mysterious difference that Xia Yihui, ten years ago, did indeed fight to protect Zhang Qingyu and everyone, but since then, he himself fell into a permanent sleep.

Speaking of this, Xia Yihui did not dare to respond again, for fear of touching Zhang Qingyu's sad past.

After all, he was still helpless.

Ten years have passed, Xia Yihui can clearly feel that Zhang Qingyu grew from a young man to a young man. After the hardships during the period, the latter's behavior will be as good as his past self.

Xia Yihui doesn't like this. Because he lacks memories of the past, he is now denying himself ten years ago from his three perspectives. At least in terms of his current state, he will not be selfless and will be selfless to sacrifice himself to everyone.

Similarly, he did not hope that Zhang Qingyu would become a selfless person who cares about the world. He wanted Zhang Qingyu to be more selfish and care less about the world. In this way, Zhang Qingyu would be fine and not follow his footsteps.

He said that living is not considered alive, and said that he died, but he survived with a life of surviving. Now he still has to struggle in the dungeon, for fear that someone would be eliminated if he was not alert, and then everything would return to the appearance he looked at when the game was just beginning.

How miserable it is.

The two had already walked to the edge of the dance floor while they were talking.

This place is not close to the public, but the female referee is less than ten meters away.

The latter was struggling with the explosives on his legs, and he didn't feel Xia Yihui's approaching at all.

At this moment, the electronic sound started.

[Dance Hall Music: Don't step on white pieces!]

[Music rules, players, please follow your artist. Both of them follow the rhythm of the music together and walk on white blocks. When the drum sounds, they must surge on the same black block. Before the next drum sounds, they must surge on another black block at the same time.]

When he heard the sound and electronic sound, Xia Yihui was stunned for a moment. He had not issued rules for hearing the sound and electronic sound for a long time. At first glance, he was a little uncomfortable.

However, by today, the brain had long been accustomed to high-intensity operations. Xia Yihui quickly put aside his distractions and turned to inspect the actions of others in the dance hall.

It is obvious that the NCs do not have to follow the rules, including female referees. They seem to be able to hear the sound, but they are just hearing the sound. They drink what they should drink and eat without any excess response.

On the contrary, the players were all facing a great enemy. There were still many people secretly looking at Xia Yihui and Zhang Qingyu with their eyes quietly, but at the moment when the electronic sound came on, everyone's faces changed, and they looked around in panic.

Even a player with a broken leg in the corner was no exception. He was wearing bandages on his feet and half of his body stood with a crutch. At this moment, he stood up with a pale face, and was supported by artner to step into the dance floor in the venue.

At the same time, fragmented people also entered the dance floor. Not long after, there were only more than 30 people, and there were many acquaintances inside, such as Li Bai and Mei Youqian. Because these four people were disguised and hid between the NCs, they were only noticed by Xia Yihui when they took it out alone.

It was not until this time that Xia Yihui made it clear why there was no one on the dance floor at the opening.

It's like a game field, and going in means being forced to start a life-and-killing situation with unpredictable results.

Seeing the pale faces of those players, Xia Yihui didn't want to provoke the authority of Wuqiong's escape game for the time being, so he obediently stepped into the dance floor, and Zhang Qingyu followed closely behind without falling.

The two stood behind the dance floor, with Li Bai and Xu Suisui on the upper left, while Mei Youqian and the female reporter were on the back right. The three waves were very smart, so it was not convenient to get close to the old days at this time.

Everyone entered the venue, the game officially began, and the dance floor quietly changed.

The color of the blue marble floor suddenly changed and turned into small grids that were black and white. The length, width and height were roughly the same, but the number of black and white grids was different. Looking at the whole audience, there were more white grids and fewer black grids.

At the same time, soothing music began to sound in the venue.

This is an unknown piano piece, with a gentle and gentle style, slow rhythm, but the clamping point is very correct.

After listening for a while, Xia Yihui rushed to Zhang Qingyu and said quickly: "Treat other rhythms as 1, the rhythm of the drum is 2. Then the rhythm of the music is 1112, 1112, and you silently recite 111 in your heart. During this period, we run towards the black block, and when the drum sounds, it is 2. We must stand on the black block at that time."

Before Xia Yihui asked Zhang Qingyu whether he understood this plan, the electronic audio and video rang out like a death-thrust.

[20 pairs of newcomers have entered the venue, now the dance has officially begun!]

There was a burst of laughter in the nc. Many people raised their goblets and tilted the wine slightly towards the dance floor, pouring red wine onto the carpet like a commemoration of the deceased.

Without having time to complain about the magical title of "newcomer", Xia Yihui was forced to move with the rhythm of the music.

The rhythm is very mysterious. It does not mean that surging is fast pace, while soothing and gentle is slow pace. It emphasizes a change process. Simply put, from fast to fast, this is a slow pace, from fast to faster, and the middle changes are grand, which is fast pace.

The music is soothing now, and the rhythm is not much changed, so the music is still in a slow rhythm. It has to be said that the slow rhythm brings much less pressure than the fast rhythm.

He silently recited the melody of 1112 in his heart, and Xia Yihui quickly jumped to a black block. Before the drum beat sounded, Zhang Qingyu also stopped on the same black block.

After several round trips, the two cooperated tacitly and never made a mistake.

Xia Yichuanyi said that the game was quite simple. Just when he was a little careless and relaxed, he looked up and realized something was wrong in the field.

There are two brushes on the third copy, so until now, no pair of artists have emerged. Everyone cooperated and rushed to the drum beats to fall on the black block.

But the strange thing is... the game started less than a minute, and many people were already out of breath and sweating.

Xia Yizhuan was surprised. At this time, Mei Youqian jumped onto the black block around him.

Mei Youqian took out a piece of milk from the space, drank it against Xia Yihui and sprinkled it while drinking it, and even a large piece of the Coke doll suit on his body was wet.

Xia Yihui's face was full of tranquility.

"…!" Mei Youqian seemed very anxious. The man was extremely loyal. Although he didn't have time to exchange during the game, he still tried harder to use his actions to remind Xia Yihui.

He took out another piece of bread and scattered it while eating it. He almost tripped and fell down the middle, making the bread crumbs full of plaids.

Although it looked a bit funny, Xia Yihui finally understood what Mei Youqian wanted to express. He was slightly stunned and looked at the barrage at the afterglow.

The barrage in the live broadcast room at this time was extremely terrifying, and millions of people were anxiously urging the same sentence.

——Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, you’re about to die!!!

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The power of millions of people writing the same sentence at the same time is conceivable.

Xia Yihui immediately glanced at his physical strength, and his heart tightened in an instant.

The blueprint had already replenished its physical strength before, but he remembered that it was kept at more than 190. Now he has been on the dance floor for less than two minutes, and his physical strength has suddenly dropped to less than 100.

Although it is far from the point of "death", according to this momentum, if the creation is later and the speed of supplementing food cannot keep up with the speed of physical energy consumption, then the situation may be really dangerous.

Now, Xia Yihui finally understood why many players on the dance floor were panting.

As we all know, physical strength is closely related to the player's body state. Once the physical strength is consumed too much, the person's energy and spirit will soon not be able to keep up. At that time, he will be weak and powerless, and it will be difficult to fight again.

Before the game started, I didn't say that the dance floor would consume physical strength at a regular time, and the physical strength was not consumed so much that it made the body difficult to bear. Xia Yihui also had to pay attention to the music rhythm stops. Of course, he could not pay attention to physical strength at all times.

I guess Zhang Qingyu is in a similar state.

If it weren't for the kind reminder of old dog Mei, they might have fallen out of negligence.

He remembered Mei Yougan's favor in his heart, and Xia Yihui took advantage of the gap between living together and talking about this with Zhang Qingyu.

The two of them had a strict expression and exchanged glances.

Originally, the difficulty of the game was here... No wonder everyone is alive soon, and they look like they are facing a great enemy.

Some players have no food supplements at all, so how could they survive the dance floor game several times?

The situation of players with sufficient food is not much better. Now the music is slow, and everyone can still eat while jumping. Once the pace is faster, there is no time to jump. Where can I still have time to eat to replenish my physical strength?

Just as I thought of this, the music quietly changed the first time.

After the slow and leisurely piano music, after passing through the drum beat of unknown number, the rhythm suddenly became chaotic, as if he had temporarily switched a song, making people confused.

Inevitably, Xia Yihui's heart also slammed with the rhythm. Before he could hear the rhythm change, the next drum sounded.

——It’s over! I’m still stepping on the white grid!

Just as Xia Yihui was thinking this way, his waist became hot and he was brought into a light and self-sustaining embrace.

Without looking up at all, Xia Yihui guessed who the person around him was.

A clear sound came from the side of my ears.

“Calm.”

Stepping on the black grid, Xia Yihui felt inexplicably relieved, and his brain, which was disturbed by dramatic changes, finally woke up again.

When the rhythm changed, there happened to be black grids around. In addition, Zhang Qingyu responded quickly, and Xia Yihui escaped the disaster. But the others were not so honored.

Just under two or three meters beside him, he saw the player with injuries on his feet not responding well. When the drum sounded, he was still stepping on the white grid.

The drum lasted very short, only for about one second. Xia Yihui watched the man with his own eyes for just one second, and his face changed from confusion to disbelief, and from disbelief to disbelief.

Only a slight sound of "puff" was heard, and the good man turned into a pool of blood.

The blood spread between the black and white grids and continued to expand towards the red carpet outside the dance floor. The blood penetrated into the carpet, and the red color grew brightly.

The player was eliminated with a bloody leg injury, so his artist was naturally unable to escape.

The man seemed to be blocked by some heavy object and hammered him hard. The momentum directly hit him out of the dance floor and hit him at the entrance of the stairs on the top floor. He was now lying there, not knowing whether he was passing away or living.

Without the artner, he no longer has the qualification to be the top floor. If he wants to participate in a doll dance, he must go to the next few floors to find the refreshed new artner.

With the lessons learned from the past, Xia Yihui felt a little more awe of awe for this game.

Just now, I felt that the piano music was at ease and had experienced such a thing. Now, Xia Yihui only felt that this was comparable to the top ten forbidden songs in China and was a kind of forbidden song with a death-induced sound effect.

"112,112, this is a new rhythm." Xia Yihui rushed Zhang Qingyu and whispered.

Zhang Qingyu nodded and held Xia Yihui's waist with one hand, without any intention of letting go.

The latter was a little uncomfortable, but when he thought of the strange game rules that stipulated that the two of them had to step on the same black piece, he consciously shut his mouth.

The other players on the dance floor were quite similar, most of them were like babies tied together, some holding hands, some carrying them... Of course, there was also a man surnamed Li who was quite awkward, and only a woman surnamed Xu was allowed to hold his wide-sleeved clothes.

Seeing this scene, Xia Yihui instantly threw away the slightest discomfort in his heart. He even took the initiative to hook Zhang Qingyu's neck, chewed with bread in his mouth, while also giving Zhang Qingyu a free hand to feed him milk.

This scene looks serious and weird, but there are more weird combinations on the dance floor. In contrast, Xia Yihui is not embarrassed. He decided to be a qualified virtuous supporter with peace of mind.
To be continued...