"Good!"

Moxi also went up the rock and lay down. They were lying in a rock nest, surrounded by rocks to help them cover. She and Shen Qianshu were left and right.

She heard Shen Qianshu's heavy breathing.

Second sleep!

A day of high pressure chasing after each other, overdrawn physical strength.

Monica keeps the sniper gun alone, and continues to observe in the dark.

……

before dawn.

Suddenly a broadcast sounded.

The female voice said, "there are 43 people left in the map, come on!"

In the silent jungle, the sound was neither small nor loud, and Moxi suddenly opened his eyes.

Shen Qianshu is still sleeping.

More than four hours have passed.

Moxi rolled over. "Monica, go to bed and I'll replace you. How can you wake me up?"

"I can have a good sleep tonight, so I'll let you sleep a little longer."

Moxi also understood.

Change tactics.

Want them to run out of ammunition and food, desperate.

This is really sinister, but they have nothing to do.

"Go to bed and I'll watch."

Monica nods, and she and Moxi change shifts.

……

Mengqi holding a sniper gun, under the protection of Aibo, also fell into sleep.

In his dream, he saw Yeling.

Yeling's face was very cold, and his eyes were full of disgust. Meng Qi was like a little poor man. Standing in front of Yeling, his gloomy temperament turned into that of a small milk dog.

"Brother..."

He shouted Yeling.

Yeling said, "I can't afford it."

Meng Qi was very sad. Yeling had always been cold, inaccessible and taciturn, but he respected Luther very much. He was Luther's adopted son. Even if he did something wrong, Yeling would be very patient.

Never hated.

Meng Qichao is very sad.

Suddenly, Yeling took out a gun and aimed it at Meng Qi. Without hesitation, he fired a shot. The bullet penetrated the air and hit his eyebrow like a slow motion camera.

they hurt!

so painful!

He suddenly woke up from his dream, and his hands and feet twitched, like a young man in a long period of body. The nutrition could not keep up with the speed of bone elongation, and abnesti was startled.

"Mengqi, what's the matter with you?"

Meng Qi opened his eyes and looked at the sky absently. Their terrain was relatively high. They could see the sky. The stars were bright. It was really a beautiful scene.

a pleasant day coupled with a fine landscape.

Meng Qi was silent.

On his forehead, a cold sweat dripped. In his heart, he thought that he was slightly stabbed by something, which was sour and painful. In his dream, my brother fired a gun at me, thinking every day and dreaming every night.

In his heart, is it fear or... Fearlessness?

He doesn't even know.

How pathetic.

"Did you have a nightmare?" Asked Abe.

Mengqi said, "No."

AI Bo said, "I envy you. You are always so calm and stable."

Firm and stable?

No, in the eyes of his brother, he is an immature child.

Mengqi said, "I'm not firm."

I'm fragile.

A dream can bring me down.

AI Bo looked at Mengqi. He was really strange. He was a strange existence. He had known him for many years. He was always haunted, almost didn't talk, and liked reading books.

I always like to hide on the balcony and read books secretly.

He also doesn't like people talking to him. He is quiet and can read books all day.

"It's almost dawn." AI Bo said that he and Beckett were changing shifts and were a little sleepy. It would be dawn in two hours. This period was the most relaxed, slack and sleepy time for people.