Wu Hui knew that there was a high probability that he would not be able to stop his smile, but he couldn't help but want to give it a try.

If you really let Xiaomian run away, take action again after a while. People like you won't be able to hold on for long and they will be worn to death. No, they are more likely to be eroded by the black mist, go crazy one by one, and then be controlled by it.

The water under the boat was lapping at the ground. Wherever the water appeared out of thin air, there was ice everywhere it passed.

The ice blocked the way of the smiling face.

"Are you really a level 4 player? You can still reach this level even if you are not in full condition. If I give you some time, I don't know how far you will grow." Smiling face chuckled lightly and stepped over Wu Hui's blockade.

There are some more traces of ice and snow, but no one can stop it.

He turned and left, leaving behind a group of guys who were either dying or about to go crazy.

The reason why he left was not only because his smiling face needed to be repaired, but also because his ambush against the Orb Spider also failed. The six-level players he had arranged perished with Mantis, and seven or eight level five players were also killed by Zhao Xingluan and the Orb Spider.

Kill to death.

Manpower is not a problem, there are still a large number of crazy people in the city waiting for him to control.

For example, in the city center, I killed another deputy minister at Level 7, who himself was in a state of half-death.

In the city center, there are two level 7 battlefields.

A charred corpse with a niche mask on its face lay in the blood, looking very miserable.

Next to him, Gao Cheng leaned against the wall, feeling the passage of life. He knew that if no one came to save him, he would not live long.

But he and Liao Yuan have tried their best to control the situation. Next, we can only look at others.

The first person who came to him was not support.

"Lu Nuo?" Gao Cheng looked at his colleague: "So it's you..."

Xiaomian did not speak to him, but stepped forward and took off Gao Cheng's martial arts mask: "Well, it seems that he is indeed about to die. He is not acting."

Gao Cheng stared at him and said nothing.

He grabbed his neck with one hand and slowly applied more force. Soon, he killed this dedicated sixth-level player of the Tribunal.

There are not many Level 6s left in the city. It can be said that almost all of them are dead. Xiaolian touched his mask with his hands that were not stained with blood, feeling a little irritable.

He had killed so many people at level six, but it was so troublesome to deal with a few players at levels three, four, and five.

You must know that for the gaming community, level five is just the beginning, and level four may not be considered an official player yet. Ordinary people with some special guns can kill people at this stage.

Phew, calm down.

It seems that I am also slowly being affected by the black mist.

Those guys are indeed very powerful, and each of them can be said to be a genius among players. But in the end, I will win. It’s good to curb these future threats in advance, isn’t it?

The smiling face smiles happily.

In fact, his upgrade speed is not very fast. It took him three years to reach level six, which is a very ordinary level.

Of course, many people never reach level 6 in their lifetime, but that is mainly because they dare not participate in games. If they continue to participate in games, reaching level 6 in three years is a very average level.

So smiling face is not the kind of genius that people think.

But there are no geniuses in the game, there are just ordinary people struggling to survive.

"Don't blame me." He smiled and said to Gao Cheng's body.

But behind him, not far from the charred corpse lying in blood, an old man who looked sixty years old suddenly opened his eyes.

The flames gathered like a phoenix and rushed towards the smiling face.

It turned out that the charred corpse was not Liao Yuan. He put his mask on a dead body as a disguise, but he held on to his last breath and launched an attack at this time.

So, never underestimate others.

This flame is Liao Yuan's last attack. No matter whether he can succeed or not, he will die.

He is only seventeen years old this year, and has already burned his life many times to defeat powerful opponents, so he looked like he was in his forties before, and today he has burned the remaining twenty years.

The final blow is like a candle in the wind.

But it is also like thunder and raging flames.

The smiling face was swallowed up. The flames were blazing, burning his body. He couldn't laugh and could only scream in agony.

Success!

Liao Yuan was very excited, but found that he had run out of fuel and could no longer maintain the flame.

how come!

How could it end like this...

His breathing stopped and his consciousness gradually faded away.

"Damn it, damn it!" Smiling face was covered with burn marks and his smile no longer said, "You guys should all deserve to die!"

"ha……"

This time the laughter came from a level seven player, the local deputy minister of the Tribunal: "You really, underestimate your colleagues."

"You can actually regain your consciousness? But you can't move, right?" Smiley took out the props to treat himself and looked at the goal of his trip: "Oh, I turned the whole city upside down by myself. I

Why do I think so highly of you?"

"You alone?" the deputy minister sneered: "Get it clear! We lost to the devil, cough cough cough cough."

His condition is really not good. He cannot move. If he moves, he will go crazy again and be controlled by his opponent. But if he doesn't move, he seems to be unable to escape the outcome of being controlled. So far, he can only try to weaken himself as much as possible to prevent his smile from getting a

Level seven combat effectiveness.

It would be better if suicide could be successful.

Xiaomian first went to give Liao Yuan a stab wound and confirmed that he was completely dead, and then walked towards the deputy minister. He gave him quite a lot of time.

"You should be trying to commit suicide."

"Just in time, it was when you were about to die that I was sure to control a level seven."

"Thank you for leaving your body to me."

"Hahahahaha!"

When the deputy minister's consciousness heard these words while he was dying, he immediately opened his eyes and stared at the smiling face.

This is death without peace of mind.

After controlling the seventh-level puppet, the orb spider and Wu Hui will not be a problem for him.

It's just that both he and the puppet need a rest.

Tomorrow is the day when the enemy will die.

At this time, Wu Hui knew that his condition was very bad. Li Xiaoyue was in a coma and it looked like he would have to lie down for at least a day or two before he woke up. Li Xiaojing was already in a state where he needed to be tied up.

The black mist on Guan Shanting and Ma Fushao was also gradually getting thicker. So much so that the Orb Spider refused to join them, but Zhao Xingluan came over conscientiously.

The Orb Spider is safe when he is alone. Now that the light has dissipated, no one can spot him when he is hiding. He is probably secretly planning to wait until the end of the game before jumping out to support him.

Wang Xiaodie is still out of control.

It was becoming increasingly difficult for Ren Yin to control her, and he had to issue orders from time to time. Moreover, he was also affected by the black mist.

The sky is getting brighter. It's still an hour before Wu Hui's next game time arrives.

The attack that Smiley Face said never came. But everyone didn't dare to rest at all. Maybe it was just a trick of the enemy, but they could also use other methods.
Chapter completed!