I use Yiyou to attack NPCs in the infinite world

Chapter 31 I apologize

Since Qin Ke died in the process of painting, and she almost died in the process of painting, it proves that Guan Yangyang can only attack them through the medium of their painting.

"What's wrong with you?" Lin Miao realized something was wrong when Su Yeye just sat down, then suddenly stood up and knocked down the easel.

Glancing at Su Yeye's painting lying on the ground, his pupils shrank, and he asked Su Yeye, "What's going on?"

Su Yeye's easel was supported by him, and it was a blank sheet of paper.

It took only 2 minutes from when Su Yeye was lifted up to now when Su Yeye was pushed down.

In 2 minutes, it is impossible to complete a drawing of characters, as well as many backgrounds and details.

And the people in the painting are taboos for the five of them.

"If you don't want to die, don't draw anymore." Su Yeye reminded coldly.

Lin Miao, who had been disturbed by all kinds of unexpected situations of his teammates and hadn't started painting, immediately threw away his brush.

I noticed that Zhao Tielin was still waving the paintbrush beside him, and the drawing paper was speeding up like a video, and he was completing the same person as Qin Ke's drawing paper.

When Lin Miao saw that this situation was wrong, she hurriedly stopped him: "Zhao Tielin, stop."

However, he grabbed Zhao Tielin's right hand and couldn't move it at all.

Looking down, he realized that Zhao Tielin's situation was not right at the moment.

He closed his eyes and shed tears, but the paintbrush in his hand could land precisely.

Lin Miao raised his hand and pushed Zhao Tielin, and the 1.8 meter tall man finally responded.

But still closed his eyes, choking: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"I made a mistake at the moment, I'm sorry, I...we didn't want to kill you..."

"If you don't resist, we didn't want to kill you, sorry sorry—"

Upon hearing this, Lin Miao realized something was wrong, and raised her hand to cover Zhao Tielin's mouth.Gritting teeth: "You wake up."

Situations happened to several players one after another, and Wan An and Xie Juan, who had been holding a pen and failed to land a dot on the drawing paper, turned their eyes to them.

Zhao Tielin pushed Lin Miao away, took the utility knife from the painting material and waved it forward, shouting hysterically, "I apologize! What else do you want!"

Zhao Tielin's empty left hand suddenly pinched his neck and tightened it forcefully, his face flushed, tears streaming down his face, and his words were angry: "I apologize! I apologize! I let you pinch me!"

With a flick of the utility knife in his hand, he stabbed at his left hand that was pinching his neck with his backhand.

The force was so fierce that it pierced through the palm in one go.

With blood spitting out of his mouth, Zhao Tielin couldn't even speak clearly: "I obviously... apologized."

The utility knife that pierced the palm also pierced directly into the neck.

Maintaining the movement of choking the neck with the left hand and holding the knife in the right, the tall figure fell heavily backwards, his eyes were closed tightly, the tears were not dry, and he was lifeless.

Huang Mao, who had been suspicious while holding the paintbrush, backed away in fright, and slipped behind Jia Yinan again: "I don't take the test, I don't want the score, anyway, I'm fixed in the black team camp."

Both times the players were dead. This small group of five people, plus the people on the painting and Su Yeye's reminder, Huangmao still didn't understand.

He doesn't know about other players.

But if the five of them continue to paint, they will definitely die.

Lin Miao and Su Yeye glanced at each other, out of five of them, only three remained in a short time.

The two looked at Huang Mao who was hiding behind Jia Yinan, Lin Miao raised her glasses and said, "Huang Mao, come here."

"Zhao Tieqiang and Qin Ke are both dead. Last night when I was in danger, you both refused to save them. Now this situation is obviously aimed at us. I won't go there." Huang Mao shook his head.

As teammates, Huang Mao knew that Su Yeye and Lin Miao were difficult to deal with. Now that Qin Ke and Zhao Tielin were dead, her next target must be him.

Suddenly, Huang Mao's face turned pale, and he grabbed Jia Yinan's hand: "We are both from the black team, and now we are on the same team, we can cooperate with each other."

Huang Mao didn't say that we are teammates and you should protect me.

"Of course, we are teammates." Jia Yinan smiled deeply.

Huang Mao's lack of cooperation made Su Yeye and Lin Miao's eyes darken.

Lin Miao dragged Qin Ke's body to Zhao Tielin's side, and sat on Qin Ke's stool, while Su Yeye returned to her seat.

The two sat together, quietly, without speaking.

Yan Mingjun, who had been trembling with a corpse beside him, did not dare to move. After the corpse was dragged away and replaced by a living person, he dared to say, "Painting will die, so shall we continue painting?"

(End of this chapter)