With a sharp needle, Yuan Jing raised his hand again.

This time the attack was still rapid. Yuan Jing frowned slightly at the young man who was sweating from the cold sweat on the other side.

So...working hard?

Isn't it just a bet?

With such a flash of magic, several needle lights rushed in. Yuan Jing took action repeatedly and directly crushed the silver needle transformed into his mental power.

When the last silver needle was crushed, Lian Feng was soaked and his face turned pale.

The thin lips were pursed tightly, and the brain felt a burst of needle-punching pain.

It seemed like something was buzzing.

Yuan Jing made a move and frowned at him.

"You have excessive mental overdrawn, and if you have bad intentions, you will leave sequelae."

As he said that, he was about to walk over.

Lian Feng suddenly raised his eyes, bloodshot in the dark eyes had already oozed out, he said coldly, "Don't come over, our bet is not over yet!"

Yuan Jing paused slightly and chuckled, "I admit that your talent is not bad. But it is unlikely to defeat me in such a short time."

"That's not necessarily."

Lianfeng's eyes twisted and his eyes suddenly became deeper.

"Puff."

The sound of silver needle entering the body.

The sound was extremely light, so light that it was almost impossible to hear.

Yuan Jing frowned gently and looked down.

I only saw a small hole in the military uniform.

Small, it's hard to see.

He just thought for a moment and understood.

This needle was slowly moved over to the thin line of his defense.

The third game of the strike in the series was not an attack at all.

But in order to win over the time this silver needle has moved.

He will find out if he moves too fast.

Too slow, I can't catch up.

He uses his mind and his mental power will naturally be overdrawn.

The power of the joint was exhausted, and his feet staggered and almost fell to the ground.

Yuan Jing passed by instantly, holding Lian Feng's arm.

A complex expression.

Lian Feng had a pale face, and the sequelae of mental overdrawn made him almost bite his teeth, his voice was slightly weak, "I won the bet."

"Yes, you won."

Yuan Jing pursed his lips, his eyes fell on the face of the young man in his arms, his words paused, and he spoke: "You are the entire star field, the third person to beat me."

Lian Feng smiled slightly, and there was a three-point smugness between his eyebrows and eyes, "My condition is."

"...Please help Yan Tao find his memory."

Yuan Jing: "...sorry, I can't do it."

The Marshal's memory is sealed in Xiaoqi's system.

Unless it is Lord Yunkuo who speaks in person.

Otherwise, no one can break the password of the top-level system and steal information.

Lian Feng closed his eyebrows and glanced at Yuan Jing, "Is it really impossible?"

Yuan Jing nodded and glanced at him helplessly, "It's about the marshal, I can't do anything about it."

"Then forget it."

Lian Feng pulled back his arm that was being held by him, expressionless, "I didn't say anything."

Yuan Jing??!!

Lian Feng grinned and pressed his temple with a depressed expression, "It's really a waste of my time."

As he said that, he glanced at Yuan Jing casually and had a high attitude, "Then you sing a song for me, it's better."

Yuan Jing molars his teeth: "What did you tell me to do?"

The other party's swaying and sentimental attitude annoyed the former adjutant.

"Sing."

Lian Feng sighed with his forehead and said in a very disadvantaged tone, "Oh, it made me waste my time, which made me feel headache and ears hurt now. Sing a song to make me happy."
Chapter completed!