Overlord, Love Me Tender Chapter 833: If you want to survive, just cooperate

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Sure enough, she was right.

The burning fire blocked the five corpse puppets for nearly an hour.

The corpse puppet is a corpse puppet refined from dry corpses thousands of years ago. After removing the black robe, only a skeleton remains.

Naturally, I am afraid of burning fire.

If it is an ordinary corpse puppet, the wave of fire just now will directly burn the corpse puppet into ashes.

It seems...

The method that old man Cang just said, maybe she...

"Boom—Boom—Boom—"

The sound of the corpse puppet hitting the stone wall became more and more rapid.

Every time it shakes, it seems to affect a person's heart, and it twitches constantly.

Nangonglin was so frightened that she was in a cold sweat, and she sobbed with tears on her face: "Run...Let's run...Who knows when the corpse puppets will knock this stone wall away..."

Nangong was leaning against the top of the rock wall, and the back of his head touched the slippery vines, which was extremely uncomfortable.

Hearing Nangonglin's sobbing again, he frowned lightly, glanced sideways at the bandaged arm, and soon the target fell on Ye Qingluo.

After the corpse gas was discharged from the body, the body finally returned to temperature, and the body temperature gradually became normal.

I moved my arm, and there was no pain from the wound.

Nangong Feiran closed her eyes, and Ye Qingluo's stunning face appeared in her mind. She pressed her pink lips tightly, and treated his wounds indifferently.

He should say that Ye Qingluo is witty enough, knowing that in this case, one more person's power will give him a chance to survive. He specifically used numbing and painful powder on his wound.

Should I say that Ye Qingluo is cruel enough for people who are not his companions?

Once this powder is used, once the effect is over, he will mature hundreds of times more painful than it is now.

"Seven sisters, even if this stone wall can stop the corpse puppet, this tomb... will collapse at any time, let's find a way to leave first." Ye Fengru's voice still showed his gentleness at this moment. .

He lowered his eyes and lightly patted Nangonglin, who was sobbing low in his arms.

Everyone's sights immediately focused on Ye Qingluo.

Go or not, everything depends on Ye Qingluo's decision.

Ye Qingluo's complexion is calm, and the corner of her mouth is still a cold arc: "Can you get away?"

"It's better than just sitting here and waiting to die!" Ye Fengru's brows furrowed, and a gloom flashed in his eyes.

"Don't want to sit and wait for death?" Ye Qingluo's eyes moved, looking at Ye Fengru.

Ye Fengru twisted his eyebrows, his gaze made him feel that his back was chilling, but the arrow hit the string, he could only grit his teeth and nod: "Killing the gods can no longer lose brothers!"

"Okay." Ye Qingluo slowly stood up, walked to the stone wall, his eyes calm and indifferent, "Then, for you to kill the brothers of the gods, I need your help."

Ye Fengru was startled.

Several mercenaries around, looked at him with hope.

If you don't agree, you have to agree!

"Okay! As long as you guarantee, everyone can survive!"

Ye Qingluo ignored Ye Fengru's words, turned straight around, looked at the mercenaries on both sides, and began to direct them what to do next.

The tomb was constantly shaking, rubble was scattered, and the ground gradually cracked.

The corpse puppet is still hitting the stone wall.

Here, the mercenaries settled their positions under the arrangement of Ye Qingluo.

Just as the last mercenary was scheduled to do, the rock wall exploded.

Countless rubble hit the mercenaries' front door.

The dozen or so members of the God Killer Group standing in the front row immediately closed their eyes and moved their heads aside.

Ye Qingluo told them that they must stand still no matter what.

Said secretly in her heart, did Ye Qingluo deliberately arrange them to stand still at the forefront!

Just when the gravel was about to hit their faces severely, a whirlwind suddenly brushed across their cheeks...