Then the next second, he looked at the depths of the fog as if he was facing a great enemy, and the possible threats hidden in the fog.

The sudden loading and firing of the pistol, the subsequent fog, everything revealed something unusual.

Almost everyone thought that something unexpected must have happened during the exercise.

Only Ji Qianqin and the others roughly understood what had happened.

As a member of "Ming Zhou", they know very well what "fog" means to Ming Zhou.

This means an unparalleled sense of security.

As expected.

The next second, a hand broke through the mist as thick as yarn.

The hem of the black windbreaker passed through the dark room, like a flock of crows flying up and down, and landed beside Ji Qianqin while circling.

Feeling the person coming next to her, she did not turn her head, but whispered: "Boss..."

Standing behind her, Bai Ling said with a smile: "You seem to be having a lot of fun."

Ji Qianqin also smiled embarrassedly: "Isn't it that the words of that person are really too irritating..."

As she spoke, she touched Li Jingwen's head: "I was very upset by his arrogant attitude, and he also said some things that made me even more upset, so I was anxious and angry and might have..."

Before she finished speaking, Bai Ling interrupted her: "Don't worry, I'm not mocking you."

"Since you are a candidate member of Ming Zhou, you should enjoy preferential treatment," Bai Ling said calmly. "If someone dares to say anything bad about you in front of you, not only you, but also I will be unhappy."

"I just want to say that next time you encounter a similar situation, don't be too depressed, just go for it boldly."

Bai Ling smiled and said, "Don't worry about anything else, I will take care of it."

He knew that Ji Qianqin was not the kind of person who would do anything reckless.

If this seemingly carefree girl could not help but get angry, it meant that the situation had evolved to a point that she could no longer tolerate.

If a similar situation really happened, not to mention Ji Qianqin, even Bai Ling would not be able to help but step forward and punch him hard.

Are you kidding me? I worked so hard to get these cards. I risked my life to get them. Now you want to ruin my future main C with just a few words?

Then don't blame me for giving you a small gift first.

After hearing Bai Ling's words, Ji Qianqin's lips twitched.

She seemed to want to say something, but in the end she said nothing and just nodded silently at Bai Ling.

Normally, she might be able to say things like "Boss, I admire you so much" or "You're like my mother" in a joking manner, but when her emotions really reached the critical point, she was embarrassed to speak.

Perhaps because of her childhood experiences, Ji Qianqin appears to be more outgoing, but is actually quite shy inside.

...Should? Thinking of this, Bai Ling walked away from her and patted Li Jingwen on the head.

He didn't say much, but just said appreciatively: "Work hard, and I will tell you what you want to know later."

"Your current performance is good, but it's not enough. If you want to touch a deeper level, you need a more perfect performance."

Rubbing her head and ruffling her hair, Bai Ling encouraged her: "I believe you can do it. As a reward, some of the unknown past buried in history should be revealed."

This sentence is like a boost to Li Jingwen's heart.

Bai Ling knew very well that Li Jingwen's love for secret things was no less than Lin Ju's.

Moreover, she has a certain tendency to be self-destructive, and it is probably most difficult for her to control herself when faced with this so-called "sacrifice".

Under such circumstances, Bai Ling can accurately hit the point that excites her most, and at the same time make her strive to show a more perfect self. Under the psychological suggestion, her performance will probably be much better than usual.

As expected, after hearing Bai Ling's words, Li Jingwen made up a lot of things in her mind without any further explanation.

She looked so excited that her face turned a little red.

Looking at Bai Ling, she nodded heavily.

After smiling at Li Jingwen, Bai Ling turned his gaze to the last person.

The first two are easy to handle, but this one...

He couldn't help but press his forehead and wanted to sigh.

“Really? Although I have the highest potential, I am the one that is targeted the most because of this…”

The potential of "Red Lotus" is unquestionable, as Ding Yan in the original world line proved through the blazing flames on his scabbard and the burning scarlet flowers behind him.

But at the same time, the alien identity of "Red Lotus" and the violence and restlessness in the wreckage also deeply affected Ding Yan. This did not change even after Bai Ling intervened.

Although Honglian was dead, there were still some restless flames in its remains. If someone noticed it and guided it out, Ding Yan would be very likely to be affected.

This method is very different from mobilizing emotions. If mobilizing emotions to become stronger is just stepping on the accelerator to move forward, then to arouse the rage in the wreckage of the Red Lotus is to directly abandon all gears and use an automatic car to speed hundreds of yards on an ordinary trail! This is a method that hurts oneself deeply, but is also very powerful. In the superimposed future timeline, Ding Yan probably used this method to roast himself into a skewer.

How should I put it? It's a little irrational.

Bai Ling took two steps forward angrily and chopped Ding Yan on the back of the neck with one hand.

...It didn't move.

The flame on Ding Yan's body was like the sparks jumping in the chimney from time to time, appearing and disappearing in the "beeping" sound, dancing with a pleasant red melody.

It's a bit embarrassing.

Bai Ling subconsciously glanced around.

Fortunately, the surroundings were covered by thick black fog and no one noticed what was happening here.

It was the first time he tried this technique, and the first time is always difficult.

Fortunately, this embarrassing scene was not seen by anyone, which may be a blessing in disguise.

After taking a look at the back of Ding Yan's neck, Bai Ling re-adjusted the angle, and then hit Ding Yan's neck hard. The palm wind was sharp and fierce, as if it was carrying a strong wind!

With a crisp sound, Ding Yan's eyes rolled back and he fell to the ground, collapsing on top of Bai Ling, forcing him to use the gray mist to support himself and lie flat on the grass.

After Bai Ling's attack, Ding Yan lost consciousness and suffered some damage to the back of his neck. Fortunately, he has a strong recovery ability and will recover soon.

He rubbed his wrist, but it didn't hurt because he was already dead.

Putting this guy aside, Bai Ling looked into the distance with his eyes slightly narrowed.

The gray fog did not affect his vision, so he could easily see the movements of the group of people far away in the fog.

The guys from other countries might have encountered such a situation for the first time, so their reactions varied. Some took out their weapons, some were ready for battle, and some were clinging to the corners of others' clothes and rubbing them.

In short, the overall quality is still good, at least they have not lost their fighting spirit.

With this thought in mind, he slowly walked towards the blond boy.

Right now.

Peter on the other side was in a bad mood.

In other words, he was in a very, very bad mood from the beginning! His trusted and beloved senior brother had been devastated since the last exercise, and was disheartened and depressed. This made Peter very uncomfortable. You know, his senior brother was like his brother and father. Seeing his senior brother drinking all day and being poor all day was really sad.

In addition, at this time, people around him kept telling him that his senior brother was actually attacked by people from that Eastern country, which was why he lost his qualification and missed the championship.

Although his senior brother always disagreed with such remarks and claimed that he really could not win and that being upright and honorable was the true spirit of chivalry, Peter always felt that this was not the case.

A friend of his told him the truth secretly.

After seeing the truth, Peter realized very deeply that someone in the country in the East must have cheated! After joining the exercise with the idea of ​​fighting for glory and revenge for his senior brother, Peter felt that his emotions seemed to be rising steadily.

He himself did not realize that during this period he became irritable, irritable, and had extreme thoughts.

Although he was also arrogant before, it was still at a level that ordinary people could tolerate. It was not like now, like a mad dog biting everyone he saw.

In short, due to the superposition of multiple factors, Peter's attitude towards Ji Qianqin and others was very bad.

His bad attitude led to him always subconsciously shifting the blame to the other side when facing a crisis: "Be careful, someone on the other side must be trying to take action!"

"Although the other side is shameless, we are different! As excellent blood descendants, we must always know etiquette and uphold morality! Humble and fair, this is the spirit of chivalry!"

As he said this, he secretly took out his black sickle from behind him.

This is his favorite weapon and also the origin of his name "Black Scythe".

Next to him, Peter's sister Roxanne also put down the rope and took down the sniper rifle behind her.

They all turned their eyes to the other side of the gray fog.

After a few seconds of silence, Peter clenched the sickle tightly, counted his breaths, and took gentle steps.

However, the next second, just as his toes were about to touch the ground.

A hand was placed on his shoulder.

Putting his arm around Peter's shoulder, a man whispered in Peter's ear with a smile: "Let's stop this farce."

“No matter how perfect a play is, if the actors go crazy and lose their minds over it, it will only become a noisy audiovisual garbage. No one will applaud, only ruthless ridicule and mockery.”

Um?!

Peter was shocked when he felt the cold touch on his shoulder! Someone was walking towards him silently in the black fog, and even walked next to him, but he didn't react?

How is this possible?! Unless the other person is dead, Peter should have noticed it anyway!

This way of restraining his aura is definitely a master! Could he be a teacher? ! The thought flashed through his mind like lightning, and without hesitation, Peter tightly grasped the sickle, turned around in the direction of the sound, and chopped down heavily with the sickle in his hand!

Strike first and gain the upper hand! Peter thought so.

However, his ideas were soon shattered one by one.

The originally powerful blow was blocked by the mist that gathered from all directions. Even the hands that were tightly holding the sickle were tightly entangled by the mist, like a chain tightly fastened together, unable to move!

What is this?! Feeling the restraint on his body, Peter was horrified! His sickle stopped in mid-air, like a pale stone pillar stationed in a classical academy, silent and unable to move forward, and could only be firmly locked in a certain area, acting as a pillar of black fog and air.

Only then did Peter see the other person's appearance.

He was a man who looked very young, with a black windbreaker falling naturally and a red scarf that shone brightly in the mist.

Noticing Peter's gaze, the young man smiled and greeted: "Good morning, Mr. Peter Daiswei."

"I'll let you take care of my people," the young man said with a smile, "Although I also know that it is normal for young people to fight and play around, but sometimes, overly extreme behavior still needs to be stopped."

As he spoke, he glanced at Peter and said thoughtfully, "So it seems that you have been having a hard time recently?"

"In that case, I will replace your teacher and help you get rid of your anger and evil spirits," the young man said with a smile, "After all, we are different from you. As a country of etiquette, we naturally value reciprocity."

As he spoke, he gently stretched out his finger and touched Peter's forehead.

His fingertips lightly touched his forehead, and within that extremely short contact area, Peter felt his forehead was as cold as the polar cold, or as if he was standing in front of the abyss and feeling the chilly wind blowing from the bottom of the valley, cold and quiet.

For no reason, he felt a surge of fear.

Just like the living would feel a primitive fear when facing the dead, the moment he saw Bai Ling's finger pointing at his forehead, he also subconsciously panicked.

Will die...

You will definitely die!

This was undoubtedly the aura of death. There was not a single sign of life on that person's pale face or in his pupils.

If I meet a guy like this, I will definitely die!

This thought flashed wildly in Peter's mind like thunder! "Wait..."

But before he could finish.

The next second, a strong wind suddenly blew up!

The mist and the strong wind brushed past Peter's cheeks, brushing against his cheeks with a deafening whistle, blowing the golden hair on his forehead into a frenzy, and drawing countless fine golden strands in the air! His smooth forehead was exposed, his hairline looked very low, and on both sides were fine and broken hair that was blown back by the strong wind. Surrounded by the hair, Peter's face was pale and terrified.

The strong wind blew away the black fog, and the sky suddenly became clear and the gloomy darkness dissipated and melted, returning to Bering's fingertips along the ground.

Only then did someone notice what was happening here.

When they looked over here, they could only see the standing man and Peter who had fallen down.

Taking his hand back, Bai Ling said calmly: "A small gift."

“I hope you like it.”

After saying this.

Peter seemed to have lost his spine and collapsed to the ground, with his long hair falling to the ground in disarray.

It was twenty centimeters away from the tip of Bering's shoe.

The boots stepped on the ends of Peter's blond hair, and Bering smiled nonchalantly at someone speeding towards him in the distance.

Then he clapped his hands and said to the people in the distance: "Students from Yunshang College."

"I've seen enough of this farce. It's time to go back to the base." He said lightly, "It will be boring even if I continue watching, so let's end it here for today."

"Remember to have a good rest when you go back, and try to get a good grade tomorrow."