Chapter 794 Nierid 29
My mother, this girl is so handsome!
Picking up the sickle at his feet, Wang Xiaoming couldn't help opening his mouth.
"Aren't you coming out?"
Fu Anan looked at a group of people with cold eyes, and stretched out his other hand to the man's neck, grabbed it and then exerted force.
"I count to three.
1
2
…”
She paused on the count of three. The abducted man thought his face was livid due to lack of oxygen. He was like a crab that had been choked, with two big claws empty, struggling crazily and uselessly.
"If you don't say anything, he will die."
Fu Anan's eyes were extremely cold, and Wang Xiaoming couldn't help but believe that she was coming for real with her unwavering voice.
Finally someone stood up, "Don't force yourself! He, he is our leader, please don't kill Zhao Lei!"
The woman looked at the man who was rolling his eyes, and stood up to intercede. Others also showed expressions of unbearable at this time.
How should I put it, it was quite sudden.
This must be the most faceless big brother in history.
Fu Anan never expected that he would capture the thief first and the king first.
unexpected result.
She let go of Zhao Lei's fingers, but did not let go of his restraint, "Is this the first time you play games?"
Zhao Lei glanced at her and was not ready to speak.
Fu An'an's tone was cold: "I won't ask a second time."
“…four times.”
"How many points are there now?"
"34."
Still missing a bit.
Just when she was feeling sorry, she suddenly felt a sense of danger. The body turned to the side and was hit by the stool on the arm.
At the same time, everyone around rushed forward.
Wang Xiaoming was thrown down in an instant and was captured without a fight.
Fu Anan kicked away the girl who weighed the lightest, and then started to fight the rest.
She hadn’t noticed before, but suddenly when she met more than a dozen people, she found that her physical fitness had improved by leaps and bounds.
The obvious difference is physical strength.
Before, her shortcoming was that her physical strength could not keep up. Although she has never stopped training, she will lose if she faces more people and as time goes on.
But not now.
Is it because her previous training has undergone a qualitative improvement? Or is it a game change?
boom!
Just when she was slightly distracted, a chair fell towards her head. The strength was so great that the chair was torn apart, and warm blood flowed down his forehead.
A brief double image appeared in front of my eyes, and my brain was knocked out. Fu Anan shook her head, making sure that the person who hit her was the one with the sickle just now.
Oh shit!
She stood up, rushed towards the woman, beat the man violently, and threw him into the corner.
As for the rest.
She stretched out her arm, and Wang Xiaoming's iron rod, which was thrown to the corner, moved into her hand by herself.
Wang Xiaoming crouched in a corner to see this unscientific scene, plus the scene of Fu Anan chasing a group of people to fight.
Half an hour later.
Fu Anan was ashamed, with big bumps and dark purple on his face. The others were even worse. They were all beaten by Fu An'an until they couldn't stand up.
She stood in the center of the room leaning on an iron rod, watching the group of people who had lost their combat effectiveness and announced,
"From now on, I will take over this place. You now have two options:
First, follow me and pass the level.
Second, go out sideways from this door.
Or you can stand up and try again.
I was merciful just now, and if you provoke me again... I will let you not even have any corpses left. "
Wang Xiaoming moved from the corner to the front, his eyes full of admiration.
"I want a group of obedient subordinates."
Fu Anan glanced over the faces of these players, "Do you understand?"
(end of this chapter)