He opened the Coke and sipped himself with a long sigh of relief. After looking at Huang Chong, he handed the remaining half of the bottle to Huang Chong: "Brother, drink Kuoluo! You just don't add ice."

The young man's appearance was playful, which made Huang Chong laugh suddenly.

The string tense in his mind relaxed a lot. He took the Coke and drank the remaining half of the bottle without hesitation: "Thank you, brother."

Looking at this young man, he actually felt very pleasant.

"Brother, are you also the author?" the young man asked casually.

Huang Chong sighed and replied helplessly: "Yes."

"What a coincidence, so do I!" The young man was obviously very talkative, and asked in the bottom line: "Brother, what's your name?"

"I Live Again After Death" Huang Chong did not hide it.

"The King of Poison Pit!" The young man suddenly screamed, almost jumped from the stool, pointed at him with excitement and shouted: "It's you, Master Bai Yang has lost all the poison."

This sad and angry look doesn't look like pretending at all. This is a poplar fan.

"..." Huang Chong was always unconfident when facing Baiyang Fan, although it seemed just an accident. He looked embarrassed and lowered his head.

Fortunately, the young man didn't say much, he calmed down and asked again: "Brother, he asked us to stop the dog and forced us to write. Why? Do you know?"

Of course Huang Chong didn't know, but he was also curious about the identity of the young man and couldn't help asking: "Do you have a novel that can stop updating?"

The young man smiled embarrassedly and nodded awkwardly, while looking puzzled: "The novels I wrote are not very famous, and few people read them. Why did he catch me?"

"Your..." Huang Chong was about to ask the name of the young man's novel, and the voice suddenly appeared and interrupted him: "Time is up, it seems that you all have good potential, but why don't you finish it well and have to stop the update? No update will die..."

When Huang Chong saw that the countdown on the computer was indeed zero, and the eyeballs were motionless like dead objects. The drop of blood on it could not fall off, as if it was solidified on it.

It made him shake again and he felt urinating.

"Haha." Another sarcastic laughter, the laughter was extremely light, but it made people stand up in the moment when it was heard. The voice spoke again: "The real game has begun now."

"Real game?!" Huang Chong repeated gently, his face no longer relaxed, but he became a solemn face. What would a real game be?

But what is certain is that the occurrence of this strange thing is definitely related to his breakup!

Huang Chong decided that if he could go out, he would update it well and then continue to update it. It was too terrible here.

The computer screen flashed, and the 10,000 words that Huang Chong had just coded disappeared again.

Then, the cursor flashed, and a line of words slowly appeared on the screen: Within fifteen minutes, more characters will live, and fewer will die!

In other words, they can only survive one by one!

The word "Death" gradually changed from black to red, and the texture like blood flowed appeared on the word. Then the word crawled on the screen, and slowly turned into an eye lying on the corner of the screen in Huang Chong's terrified eyes.

Huang Chong knew that this was definitely not a joke.

He looked at the young man beside him, and the young man also happened to look at him.

Both of them saw their fear in each other's eyes.

This is a competition, and there can only be one winner.

After looking at each other, the two of them unconsciously turned their eyes to the computer in front of them.

The other party is no longer a partner in a trench, but a competitor.

The one who lost will die!

Then the typing sounds on the opposite side immediately rang out, Huang Chong's heart was a little nervous. The young man just completed the speed faster than him, and his physical strength was obviously better than him. It seemed that he was about to lose.

If you die, you will not die. Under the pressure of your life, Huang Chong didn’t care about humanitarianism or humility or righteousness.

In front of his life, everything is a joke. He is fighting, and the young man is also fighting.

They are either alive or dead, and they do not sacrifice their great ideas for a stranger, and they are all scrambling to write.

There was no countdown this time, but Huang Chong was estimating the time in his mind, constantly accelerating and accelerating again and again.

The fingers that just felt like they could not move were a joke. Now they were more flexible than ever. This more tense atmosphere than before made Huang Chong's mind explode, and then they turned into words and appeared in the document one by one.

However, Huang Chong's concerns were not reduced at all. This was not a competition with himself, but a competition with others. Do you know if others would also make breakthroughs?

So he could only motivate himself to move forward and continue to surpass himself the previous second.

Just as Huang Chong had 2,000 words, he estimated that it had been about ten minutes in his heart. Just as he was gritting his teeth and trying to speed up again, he suddenly heard the young man beside him moaning in pain, and Huang Chong couldn't help but turn his head.

The blood in the young man's mouth was flowing out like he didn't have money, dyeing his uniform deeply black.

Then a struggled "hoho" sound came from his throat, and then his neck tilted and he fell on the chair.

Blood was still flowing from the corners of his mouth, and his hands were even on the keyboard, but he was no longer moving.

Why did he die suddenly? Huang Chong, who was inexplicably surprised, looked confused and felt deeply frightened in his heart.

He didn't dare to move, and he didn't even have the courage to check whether the young man was still alive, let alone typing.

At this moment, the sound appeared again.

"Hmph, hydrian in front of me, seeking death!" There was a hint of anger in the voice of the devil.

After a pause, he seemed to be deciding his emotions, and he spoke to Huang Chong again: "Hmph! Congratulations, because of your opponent Hydrology, you automatically won the game."

Even if he knows whether he is water or not? Huang Chong almost got scared.

Before the game, he didn't say that hydrology was accurate, but he suddenly killed the young man because of hydrology. Although this was a life-and-death game, Huang Chong couldn't help but feel that this strange existence was unreasonable.

At this time, his back was once again soaked in cold sweat, and a deep sense of gratitude came to his heart.

In fact, he originally planned to come, but the tense atmosphere made him inspire. He couldn't wait to jump out without any need for water.

Fortunately, I don’t have water.

Huang Chong felt suddenly relieved, and at the same time he was shocked. The young man next to him was really dead. Everything before was not a prank, but a real race of life and death!
Chapter completed!