There, a scar that seemed to be roasted by flames was severely imprinted in front of Zhang Zhiwen's chest, as if it was sprayed by a hot flame, and Zhang Zhiwen's chest was burnt.

Just like the charcoal fire used for potatoes to be cooked, Zhang Zhiwen's chest is almost impossible to get the flesh on the outer surface of her chest.

The damage of the dragon is enough to show!

"This game is my fifteenth game. Maybe none of us can leave here. As long as night comes and the prince's concubine dance comes, everyone here can't escape the dragon's claws."

Zhang Zhimin's voice was calm but horrifying.

"Each game is more outrageous than the fourteen games I've experienced before. Are you really not going to exchange their own clues?"

Zhang Zhimin said.

This is his purpose.

Ye Xingxun did not answer. Yu Ye just stretched out his long-lasting hand and gently lifted his black glasses frame. The light of the lens flashed, and the sunlight shone through the glasses frame, gently turning the light and curve of the lenses.

"You talk first." Mino hooked the arc and said coldly.

The appearance of a handsome and gentle appearance, and the aura of Mino's body changed hysterically.

This change made Ye Xingxun dull for a moment.

Didn't react.

"You talk first." Zhang Zhimin didn't give in. He said, and went further forward.

"It seems that we have no room for negotiation." Yu Ye stretched out his hand, used to and skillfully grasped Ye Xingxun's little hand, and pulled her out of the studio.

The action of holding Ye Xingxun's little hand was done in Muye, as if it was just a handy little thing.

Ye Xingxun's eyes moved slightly at this moment.

The moment when Muno's big palm grasped his little hand, his heart beats for a moment.

That was not her own heartbeat speed, Ye Xingxun understood very well.

Zhang Zhimin's voice sounded from behind: "You will promise us, because you can't find any clues to leave in this game! This is a game that only enters but never leaves!

"No one can break this damn death situation, all of us will die here!"

Ye Xingxun listened to Zhang Zhimin's scolding, and the two of them had already gone down the spiral steps.

Zhang Zhiwen is an old player who has experienced fourteen games. At first, he pretended that he had only experienced two games, which was the third time he entered the game. This is also his ability.

But just now, he self-destructed his ability and once again sent an invitation to exchange clues to Muno.

If Zhang Zhimin hadn't mastered anything, as an old player who harmed and guarded against others, he would never have revealed so much about himself to Mino.

The only possibility is...

Zhang Zhiwen should have mastered something, and he may even have figured out the trump card of this game.

‘No one can break this damn death situation, all of us will die here!’

So what did he know?

This game of 18 players, which should have only been of medium difficulty, is it really as old player Zhang Zhimin said, no one can break this dead end?

Ye Xingxun doesn't know yet.

But she narrowed her eyes coldly.

With the end of this game, she will always know the reason.

"Woo, woo..."

When she went downstairs, Ye Xingxun suddenly heard a sometimes loud and sometimes light cry, and she raised her eyes.
Chapter completed!