Don’t Mess with the War Goddess

Miao Hai poured his whole body strength into his arms, how much strength he exerted.

"Press again, press again." He whispered, his voice trembling slightly.

The first time to subdue the wild wolf, the actual combat exercises were not as tense as tonight.

"No need to press anymore, I'm already dizzy." An Xia clapped her hands and got up, "If you delay, Fu Siling and the others should come."

Yes, yes, there are instructors Fu and them.

Miao Hai and Captain No. 7 also relaxed slowly.

The strength of both arms suddenly dissipated, and the muscles were stretched like rocks, without any elasticity.

"Come, lift it up and hide it, you lift it, I will cover the surrounding traces." An Xia told the two of them, "Hurry up and move faster."

No. 7 shook his stiff arms, and hurriedly lifted the wolf aside with Miao Hai and hid it.

An Xia concealed all traces as quickly as possible.

On the other side, two fighters were held down by the instructor.

"That's right, I touched it, but unfortunately, it's still a little too close." Qiao Ji held down the number 39 and sneered, "Say, where are the others? Where?"

The other combatant being held down was No. 75. After struggling to no avail, his eyes closed, pretending to be a heroic sacrifice.

Hold down his instructor: "..."

Patting his face, teasing, "I haven't used torture yet, you died so quickly? Don't think about surviving anymore?"

Never consider coming alive!

75 closed her eyes and refused to communicate.

As long as he doesn't survive, don't want to ask something out of his mouth.

The dead cannot speak!

No. 39 did not speak, nor could he say to death!

"Hey, the bones are quite hard, it's OK, don't tell me." Qiao Ji chuckled, and the glare from his eyes was as cruel as a sand wolf.

Canglang, the "wolves" stationed in the Gobi Desert, have a fierce wolf nature in their bones, guarding the great mountains and rivers of Xia Guo, and not giving the ghosts and sprites a chance to behave.

He unscrewed the back collar of Combatant No. 39 and dragged him away, while he was dragging and speaking coldly.

"The consequences of being caught this time are very serious. Maybe there are two of you names on the elimination roster. Alas, what a pity, once eliminated, your dream of becoming a special fighter will be broken into pieces."

"My Buddha is compassionate, or else, let's give you a chance. You should listen first, and then see if you want to speak."

No. 39 continued to pretend to be dead.

Want to lure him to the bait?

no way!

No. 75 had sacrificed heroically early anyway. In order to pretend to be a bit like, he was so agile that he couldn't even breathe lightly.

With a background in reconnaissance, holding your breath and holding your breath is not a problem.

The instructor who dragged him away and kindly persuaded him, "Since ancient times, stiff words have not ended well. Why bother? It's better to cooperate with us to avoid sin."

I don’t know if the stubbornness has a good ending, I only know that since ancient times, the traitor has no good ending!

Qiao Ji is like a sea succubus, offering very heart-warming conditions, "As long as you tell me where An Xia is hiding, we will let you go immediately and politely."

"You can rest assured that being caught this time will never affect the assessment. You can continue to fight for your dreams."

Ah!

Lie a three-year-old kid.

No. 39 and No. 75 decided to play dead.

Don’t say, don’t say, just don’t say!

Annoy them!

If you want to find An Xia, look for it by your own ability!

Both of them showed dreadful smiles on their faces at the same time.

The instructors couldn't find An Xia, An Xia was determined to win!

Qiao Jiquan didn't have much time to persuade him to surrender. In the end, he tied the two upside down and hung them on the rock like a bat hanging upside down.

The cold night wind was like a strong knife, and it was aching and painful to the faces of the two hanging upside down.

The blood flowed back straight to the forehead, breathing hard, as if the blood vessel would burst and die in the next second, that taste...