Originally, Zhao Mo always wanted to win... He didn't want to cooperate with Li Ziting at all.

Zhao Mo stood outside the finish line, laughing wildly, his face haggard and excited, "Li Ziting! Do you really think I'm going to work with you and go all the way in peace?! I'm kidding you! I want you to relax and not 'kill' us, so we win, spy

Oh ha ha ha ha

Finally let him prestige once!

Small whole small play is nothing, now he won is the right way! That's the right way!

“……”

Sweet dew is speechless.

Li Ziting looked at him calmly, nothing in his black eyes, appreciating Zhao Mo's triumphant and proud look. He pursed his lips, and the corners of his lips curved

Zhao Mo was a little confused by his smile, "what are you laughing at?"

He should be sad now!

He should be crying now! Only in this way can you get a sense of accomplishment.

He laughs like a fart.

Li Ziting came to him step by step, and his dark eyes became cold.

All of a sudden, Ganlu looks at liziting's hand with a magic gun, raises her long arm, and points the muzzle at Zhao mo.

Zhao Mo's smile is stiff on his face.

The silver pistol sparkled in the sun.

Li Ziting's face was handsome and cold, and his eyes flashed a look of desperation.

"Li Ziting!" What does manna do? You don't have to kill Zhao Mo if you lose.

"Damn, do you want to play so much?"

Zhao Mo was a little flustered. His eyes were staring at him. He didn't dare to move. His face turned pale.

Seeing this, Ganquan hid behind Ganlu and yelled, "don't fight, don't fight..."

The air seems to have been condensed.

Two boys stand against each other, and the picture is in general. Ganlu is so flustered that she doesn't know how to persuade her.

She didn't even know that Li Ziting had a gun

Li Ziting stood there, slowly opening the safety of the pistol

A big sweat fell from Zhao Mo's forehead.

After about five minutes, Li Ziting suddenly threw his gun to the ground. A cunning light flashed in his black eyes. The radian of his lips was raised. His voice was clear and pleasant. He was slow. "Don't be nervous, it's just a simulated prop gun."

“……”

Ganlu suddenly felt a group of crows roaring over their heads in line

"You, you, you... A fake gun, why do you look so lifelike?" Zhao Mo took a breath, stammered involuntarily and wiped his sweat with his hand.

He really thought that Li Ziting was so excited by him that he wanted to kill him

Li Ziting sneered, "I just want to tell you that if you lose, I never want to cooperate with you."

“……”

Ganlu stood watching them, speechless.

It turns out that Li Ziting is really a spy.

It turns out that he didn't want to cooperate with Zhao Mo, and all of them came out of her reverie.

She was too frustrated.

"Look, I'm out of the finish line. I've won." Zhao Mo pointed to the finish line at his feet and said, "it's useless for you to shoot again."

"Is it?"

Li asked coldly. He went to the 33 day flag, pulled out the flagpole from the ground and went on.

Ganlu and Zhao Mo quickly follow up.

Only two or three meters ahead of the road on both sides, there are two small pits, Li Ziting directly inserted the flag into.

One point is not wide, one point is not short. It's just a flagpole.

"... what do you mean?"

Zhao Mo is silly.