The black gas began to cover my opponent from my body, and more and more.
"Ah! What are these?" Disfen wanted to dispel the black gas, but he couldn't dispel it at all. He could only let the black gas keep approaching him, constantly approaching him, and gradually enveloped him.
The bloody smell kept roaring, becoming more and more terrifying, and the surroundings seemed to be unable to see clearly, and could only be in the black fog, constantly wandering.
‘It’s so dark here. Is it useful for you to play tennis? As long as you can give up and never play again, you can get rid of it.’ Someone seems to be reminding him in the dark that as long as you give up, you can get out of here.
"Why? I don't want it." Disfen was still very willful and did not give up from the beginning.
My eyes moved slightly, and I didn't succeed in the first hypnosis. So let's do a deeper hypnosis. I don't believe that there are still people who resist the limit of darkness and sinking.
The wrist turned slightly, and the ball was hit by a somewhat rotating racket, and then the ball rushed towards Disfen with a lot of wind.
Feeling a pain in his abdomen, Disfen fell to his knees on the ground, and soon felt the pain in several places. "Bang" Disfen fell to the ground, bleeding from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were still dull.
'What can tennis bring to you? There is only pain and pain. Give up, and you can be relieved if you give up.' The second hypnosis is much more terrifying than the previous one, because before this hypnosis, Disfen was still sucked by me
Played with violent tennis.
Disfen began to tremble, and his whole body was played by his favorite tennis ball. Why did his favorite tennis ball hit him? Why is this?
When I threw the ball again, I still served very simply, just aiming at Disfen's body to hit. And it seemed like an ordinary serve, but in fact I was very strong, so the ball was definitely hurt.
"Death is worthy of being a death. It's really a relief to fight someone." He was completely unaware of the little demon like Qiehara's words about the style of the game.
"This is violent tennis." Mai was a little scared. She had never seen violent tennis before. Today, she finally saw it. And it was such a one-sided violent tennis. It was simply a waste of life torture people.
Why does death play violent tennis? Jibu looked at the man who kept serving and hitting people and felt that his insight was so poor that he could not see the movements of this person at all.
A ball hit the chin directly, and blood flowed out of Disfen's mouth again.
'How can tennis be hitting you like this? Don't play anymore.'For the third hypnosis, Disfen was completely gone at this time. Some of them were only retreating. He opened his eyes slightly, "No, I
I will never play tennis again. No more…” I feel like muttering to myself, or like a nightmare word that is trapped in a nightmare.
"Game, death! 6:1!" No one was going to be the referee, and I was naturally the one who spoke. I looked at Disfen coldly, and all the balls I played were hit on him. I looked at him.
I'm only half a life now, and I'm still very physically strong, so I want to continue hitting people.
"Who else looks down on me?" I glanced at the already stunned players of the vocational network in a cold manner, and then spoke it in even colder words. The slightly murderous voice actually made everyone stunned.
This sound is too terrible, is it a magic sound?
"No...no, Master Death, it's our fault." Several people were frightened. This was only the first time they saw death playing with their own eyes, so the fear brought by this was irreparable, and it was the biggest limitation in their hearts.
The fear.
"Since that's the case, Jason, I think you understand." I threw the racket directly to Jason. I was still looking at these professional players with a blank expression and cold face, causing those who unconsciously retreated again.
Squinted slightly, I turned around and looked at the teenagers in the school, and bowed sincerely, "Sorry, it's Qian who has troubled you, please forgive me."
Everyone looked at each other, not knowing how to speak, but in the end, who pushed the Jibu out. After all, Jibu is the one who knows the most about socializing among these teenagers.