Overlord, Love Me Tender Chapter 830: Take out your strength and let us be convinced

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The implication is that if Zi Qianqian would have something to do with moths.

Whether the Killing God Mercenary Group is alive or dead, she will not care about it anymore.

Zi Qianqian's back suddenly felt chilly, and when she met Ye Qing's long and narrow eyes, she felt as if she was strangling her neck by something, making it hard to breathe.

Xu was Ye Qingluo's words, which made Zi Qianqian aware of the seriousness.

Xu Shi Ye Qingluo's momentum is majestic and compelling, and Zi Qianqian can't resist the pressure.

Zi Qianqian's hand stiffly loosened Ye Qingluo's wrist and took a half step back.

The expression on the beautiful face is also stagnant and stiff.

Ye Qingluo withdrew his gaze, and the blade quickly cut the wound on Nangong's Feiran arm that had been bleeding.

The medicinal powder to stop bleeding was quickly dissolved and cleaned up.

Tightly, exposing the wound with visible bones.

Ye Qing Luomian directly started without changing the color, cutting the wound bigger.

There was blood pouring out immediately.

The mercenaries of the Killing God Mercenary Group are already full of fear at this time.

Wandering on the blade for decades, they have gone through all dangerous tasks.

I have never done such a weird task.

What kind of monsters, monsters, monsters, etc., they can kill with expressionless faces.

Can be partial...

This time they are facing ghosts...

These mercenaries have reached their current status, and no one's hands are stained with blood.

Naturally, I am extremely afraid of things in this stall.

Especially the fear brought to them by the corpse puppets and corpse bugs has penetrated into their bones.

Looking at Ye Qing's neat movements, no one stepped forward to stop him.

At this time, Long Yunzhan's icy eyes glanced at everyone without any temperature, and said lightly: "Count the number of people."

Qiao Jin and others responded and started to light the number of people.

Without half the effort, a few people calculated the number of people.

"The World Mercenary Corps entered the tomb of the mausoleum with a total of 96 people. There are still 96 people left, and three of them have suffered some skin injuries."

"The Killing God Mercenary Corps entered the tomb of the mausoleum with a total of 37 people. Currently there are 13 left and 5 wounded."

When the number was counted, the mercenaries of the Killing God Mercenary Group flushed.

Even Zi Qianqian, who had always had eyes on the top of his head, unnaturally looked away at this time, embarrassed to look at Tianxia Tuan.

From the data, we can see who is the real pig teammate.

Long Yunzhan did not speak with these numbers either, and continued coldly: "Take advantage of this opportunity to take good care of your body and stamina. It is not certain how long this stone wall can block the corpses. , If you really want to fight for a while, you can only rely on yourself."

It is rare that Long Yunzhan said such a long sentence, and the mercenaries of the Tianxia Regiment immediately responded in unison.

On the other side of the Killing Group, they looked at each other.

Finally, under Ye Fengru's suggestion, they sat cross-legged on the floor, closing their eyes to stabilize the mystery in the body.

Tianxia Tuan took out the prepared dry food and water bag from the pocket of space, passed them one by one, and then ate the dry food with big mouthfuls.

A dozen mercenaries including the Killing God Group, smelled the scent, and opened their eyes immediately.

Even in this atmosphere, pieces of ordinary dry food that they don't bother to eat on weekdays seem to be particularly fragrant at this time.

The stomachs of a dozen mercenaries couldn't help making a response.

In the morning, he guarded the Tianxia Tuan and the others outside the tomb, and then walked for more than an hour in the tomb of the Mausoleum, and experienced so many thrilling things, all the strength was exhausted.

Yan Xiaoyi throws a pocket of space at them blankly: "We don’t need useless people. If you want to prove to us that you are indeed elite mercenaries with gold medals, then use your strength to convince us. ."