Overturning the little milk bottle of the metaphysics boss, everyone loves it

Wan Wei flipped over his wooden sign, it was the number four, he raised the wooden sign provocatively and raised his voice.

"Who else got four? Stand up!"

Jun Tingsheng sneered, what a coincidence, he said coldly, "It's me."

Wan Wei cut it, and said contemptuously, "So it's you, this is a life-and-death situation, if you die...

He paused for a few seconds, looked wretchedly at Song Baoling and Lian Jiao, and said, "I'll accept these two chicks."

His words seemed to have predicted that Jun Tingsheng would die, and behind him a skinny man touched his chin obscenely and smiled flatteringly at Wan Wei.

"Brother Wan, if you get tired of playing, play with me too!" The man squinted at Song Baoling.

Ever since Wan Wei noticed Song Baoling, he had been thinking about it.

Wan Wei glanced at him indifferently: "Isn't Chuchu enough for you to play with?
"Brother Wan, what you said is meaningless. After playing for a long time, it's more or less..."

The man spoke cryptically, Wan Wei waved his hands impatiently, and said pretending to be generous, "I'll give it to my brothers to enjoy when I'm done playing."

This was considered a promise, and the man beamed with joy, nodding his head to flatter Wan Wei.

Their voices were neither loud nor soft, and Jun Tingsheng and Song Baoling could hear them clearly.

The two of them decided Song Baoling and Lian Jiao's fate in a few words, and they didn't even hide it.

Lian Jiao was so angry that her neck was flushed red, she rarely heard such vulgar words in the capital, and she could be said casually by this person.

With killing intent in Jun Tingsheng's eyes, he stabbed straight at Wan Wei.

Yu Zikong tapped on the fan, "Tsk, you are so arrogant, maybe even I can't beat you."

The black robe saw that everyone had finished drawing, and with a wave of his hand, a bridge appeared between the stones leading to a ring.

"Then congratulations to all of you who can find the meaning of your existence in life and death." The black robe said meaningfully.

Just as Yu Zikong wanted to pretend to be unfathomable, he silently closed his mouth when he thought of being stared at by the black robe several times before.

Jun Tingsheng stepped into the bridge with one foot, and the villain stopped him. Jun Tingsheng didn't understand, so, "What's the matter?"

"I'm sorry, but only those who draw lots will be in the game of life and death." The villain replied, pointing at Song Baoling.

"She was the one who drew the lottery just now, so it should be her."

Several people looked at Song Baoling one after another, and they all disagreed, "We can't let her go!"

Wan Wei, that stinking bastard, already had dirty thoughts about Song Baoling, what if he took advantage of her in a duel?
The villain is helpless, but there is no doubt between his words and deeds, "This is a rule and cannot be broken. Please don't embarrass me."

"You didn't mention this rule in advance." Jun Tingsheng refused to back down.

When the two were arguing, Wan Wei had already arrived at the ring. Seeing that Jun Tingsheng hadn't set foot on the bridge, he felt that he flinched, so he burst out laughing.

"Hahahaha, are you scared now? Why don't you just give us the beauties, maybe I can take them out."

Jun Tingsheng was unhappy and frowned, Song Baoling appeared in time and grabbed his arm, "Forget it, I'll go, everything will be fine."

"No." Jun Tingsheng refused without thinking, "How can you beat Wan Wei?"

Song Baoling didn't answer, but instead asked the villain, "Are there any rules for fighting?"

Seeing that Song Baoling took the initiative to solve the trouble, the villain smiled again, "Since it is a life and death situation, of course there is no limit, any means are acceptable."

Song Baoling heard the voice of his words, and was a little surprised. Only then did he notice that he was slightly different from other villains, but on the surface there was no difference.

She took Jun Tingsheng's sword and took a deep look at the villain before going up the bridge.

The villain also looked at her with calm eyes, crooked eyes, and a sincere smile.

Only then did Song Baoling realize that this villain is not as rigid as other villains, as if he has a "soul".

Wan Wei urged him endlessly, and when he saw Song Baoling walking up, he was taken aback, feeling that the other party was looking down on him
Moreover, this is a game of life and death, if Song Baoling dies, can he play Jun Tingsheng?

Wan Wei was a little annoyed, "I didn't say that, what's the point of sending a woman to fight me?"

"Shouldn't you be lucky, I'm the one fighting you." Song Baoling asked back, his eyes were cold.

Wan Wei licked his lips, spat, and swears, "Heh, since you have come to your door, don't blame me for being rude."

After he finished speaking, without any expectation, he quickly attacked Song Baoling, his hands slightly bent, forming a claw shape.

Song Baoling's heart skipped a beat, and he tilted his head very quickly. Wan Wei's claws brushed against her face, and a strand of black hair was cut off and slowly fell to the ground.

Wan Wei originally planned to kill him with one blow, but Song Baoling actually dodged it, narrowing his eyes, feeling a little conscious.

Song Baoling's strength is naturally not as high as Wan Wei's, but his reaction is comparable.

Wan Wei gave up on taking Song Baoling's life directly. Although he kept attacking, he didn't kill him, just like a cat teasing a mouse.

Song Baoling gradually became exhausted, panting slightly and looking at Wan Wei, thinking about how to deal with it.

Wan Wei raised his eyebrows, "You might as well just give up obeying me. If I feel comfortable, maybe I can give you a good time."

He looked smug, his body relaxed slightly, Song Baoling's hand holding the sword tightened, and his eyes instantly became sharp.

It's now!

Song Baoling charged up, half-squatting his body, bowed backwards, and bounced up again in a blink of an eye.

Wan Wei watched her leap into the air, and clearly saw Song Baoling lift Jun Tingsheng's sword and penetrate his body.

The hair on Song Baoling's forehead was tightly attached to the skin, and the sweat mixed with the blood from Wan Wei's beating just now, ran down his cheeks to his chin, and he was on the verge of falling.

Wan Wei pointed at her in disbelief, blood sprayed from his mouth, and pointed at Song Baoling, "You, you pretended..."

"I didn't pretend, it's you who underestimated the enemy." Song Baoling wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his thumb, drawing a red mark on his face, which was extraordinarily bright.

Wan Wei lowered his head, clenched his hands into fists, laughed lowly, stepped back step by step, and pulled the sword out of his body.

"You don't think you can kill me like this, do you?" Wan Wei suddenly raised his head, his eyes stained with blood, and looked at Song Baoling with a distorted expression.

Those who can come here are not simple people, and they really dare not come without some means of saving their lives.

Song Baoling quickly opened the distance, it was true that his physical strength was exhausted, and with the burst of energy just now, he consumed a lot of energy.

Wan Wei clutched his wound, knelt down on one knee, and put one hand on the ground to support himself, which was not enough to fall down.

Song Baoling dragged his long sword and walked slowly in front of him, leaving a long bloodstain on the ground.

"How about giving you a happy death?" Song Baoling asked, fueling the fire.

"Or do you prefer to die slowly?"

Wan Wei didn't have the strength to fight back, so he could only use his ability to quickly run to another corner.

But the arena is only that big, no matter how hard Wan Wei runs, he will be overtaken by Song Baoling.