I thought so, but when I met Xin Zhu's slender cat eyes and saw the humble sense of prayer in his eyes, Xia Yihui inevitably began to soften his heart, holding the medicine and didn't know what to do.

Zhang Qingyu was silent for a while, took out anti-inflammatory drugs from the space, and started applying medicine himself without saying a word.

"Wait a minute!" Xia Yihui wanted to stop him, but his movements were not as fast as Zhang Qingyu. In a short while, Zhang Qingyu had already treated the wound in a sloppy manner.

Anti-inflammatory drugs and burn drugs are two different concepts. One can only prevent the deterioration of the wound, and the other can heal the wound. Now Zhang Qingyu has used anti-inflammatory drugs. In order to avoid conflicting properties of the medicine, he naturally cannot add any other drugs randomly.

This burn medicine eventually fell.

As for how arrogant Xin Zhu is, these are all later things, so it’s better not to mention it.

In the early morning, electronic sound release rules.

【The Eighth Day of the Real Copy】

[This time there is a serum airdrop, and 20 randomly distributed.]

[Those who have not found a bunker will encounter a crawling and encirclement crisis at any time, and those who have found a bunker may encounter a blasting crisis.]

[Player's area - Unselected.]

Xia Yihui breathed a sigh of relief, but fortunately, he didn't choose Blast this time, which means he could spend another day in the dungeon.

However, things were not as beautiful as expected. At an unexpected moment, the electronic sound continued to ring.

【Reduced poison zone.】

[The number of people coexisting in the same area shall not exceed two people. If the total number exceeds two people, one person will be randomly selected from all players to "poison" and die.]

There was a silence around, and now even the mice dared not shout loudly.

Xin Zhu suddenly shook the burn ointment in his hand, and sarcastically said openly and secretly: "Some people should understand Brother Xia's choice, so don't stay here, it's so ugly."

Zhang Qingyu sat nearest the door. Hearing this, he only lifted his eyelids slightly, looked at Xin Zhu coldly, and did not reply.

Seeing this, Xin Zhu spoke again and sneered, "Can we still have to drive you away?"

Before Zhang Qingyu could speak, Xia Yihui spoke first.

He suddenly spoke and said calmly: "Enough."

This sound is really different from the previous sound. The dullness contains a deep anger, which even caused the two people who were tense to look over.

Zhang Qingyu looked at Xia Yihui's face seriously, while Xin Zhu tilted his head in confusion: "Brother Xia, what did you say?"

"What's there to be arguing about? Or you two keep it and I'll leave?"

Xia Yihui raised his head, his tone calm, as if he had really just asked an ordinary question. But anyone with a discerning eye knew that this was a sign that his anger had reached the top of his head.

Xin Zhu stopped when he saw the opportunity and did not try to challenge Xia Yihui's limits again.

Now there are only two people in the team who stay, and one must leave. The choice now is basically in Xia Yihui's hands. He looked at Zhang Qingyu on the left and glanced at Xin Zhu on the right. He couldn't help but sigh with trouble.

Survival and death – this is a very fucking question.

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