"good!"

He stood up from his position excitedly.

"I am worthy of being my good son!"

"It's a bit like my demeanor."

He really praised "Meng Haoye".

The students of the First Academy and other colleges who were also watching the game were all red.

"Why...why are you so lucky?"

"Don't be discouraged!"

Someone shouted, "We won't lose!"

"yes!"

"I won't lose!"

Someone started to respond, but the sound sounded like a cat's meow.

No strength.

Because it's too heavy.

If they lose, the price they have to pay is too heavy.

Not only can we not win over the resources from the sect to make up for the cost of letting the sect defend the border.

Even Ruan Qin took out the resources to bet.

They had a blue face.

I feel like I'm not breathing.

The word "lose" is like a sharp sword hanging on their heads.

It can fall down and cut their necks at any time.

It’s not that they can’t afford to lose.

It's this game, I really can't lose!

Losing is the sad ending of the graduate without any medicine.

How many more people will they die?

How many more people can die?

Everyone's bodies were trembling.

They watched the fog continue.

Lao Wang is still in the fog.

And Meng Haoye finally looked at everyone in fear.
Chapter completed!