This chapter is coming soon, but I am not very confident. I didn't sleep well yesterday, sleepy...
Lin Sanjiu had never had such a strong murderous intention on a puppet master.
Being hit by a shot put, flying, standing up, rushing back to the runway, being shot again... It sounds like it would take one minute to follow this procedure, but she greatly underestimated the density of the shot in the last minute.
The puppeteer's words are as good as the rules of the game; as soon as his voice fell, the remaining players and puppets suddenly seemed crazy. The endless stream of shots from the air was almost like Waves of tsunamis.
When Lin Sanjiu was hit by a shot put and flew out again, a "4" just appeared on the ground under her feet.
...This is the second time she has been beaten into flight. The last time she was hit by a shot put, she even had no time to rush back to the runway, and was smashed back a long way by another shot put; panting for breath, Lin Sanjiu raised her eyes and her heart suddenly tightened. Up.
The runway that she had just thrown behind her was already densely packed with hundreds of bright lines; one line had not disappeared, and countless shot puts landed, pulling out more shiny parabolas behind the ball. .
The net made up of parabola quickly spread over the sky, and soon there was no room to escape. There were shot **** flying close and far in the air everywhere--"Damn!" Lin Sanjiu cursed, and there was nothing under his feet. Not daring to stop, he drove the rocket and rushed out to the far runway again, trying to make a circle and return to the runway before the shot hit her.
However, the shots thrown by the evolvers with various methods are too fast. She just ran two steps forward, and another shot put was hitting her waist. With a "boom", she knocked her away again-this time, she was farther away from the runway, let alone on the ground. The number of has also become "3".
"Why are you always smashed!" The Queen of Soul squeezed Lin Sanjiu's shoulders tightly, and exclaimed like iron can't become steel: "Go around, go around, run forward!"
I really don't have a backache while standing and talking!
In an instant, Lin Sanjiu rolled countless curses in his mind, but couldn't say a word; now she was burned from the nose to the chest and abdomen, and all the breath she breathed in was used for It seems that running is not enough, and the lungs hurt.
If she was hit by a shot put one more time, she would be completely out of the game. By that time, God knew what punishment this ghost world would have on her-Lin Sanjiu gritted his teeth and opened the first gear for a second.
"It's difficult for her to get around," Fatty Bai was only halfway through his fair words, and he was full of a mouthful of the violent wind, which almost knocked off his skull, waiting for him to be stubborn. When finally regaining the sights around him, Lin Sanjiu just breathed a sigh of relief and stepped into the edge of the runway with one foot.
"Squat down!" Fatty Bai suddenly screamed, making Lin Sanjiu stiff in shock—almost at the same time she stopped her foot and squatted on the ground, a shot put a shot from above her head. Pounced, leaving a shining parabola in mid-air.
"Don't move!" The Queen of Soul also yelled abruptly. At the same time, Lin Sanjiu's pure touch was also activated-she immediately tightened her muscles and abruptly stopped the tendency to rush forward; At this moment, another shot shot swiped past her, and also pulled a bright line in front of her.
In this brief moment, a parabola floated on and in front of Lin Sanjiu's head, confining her to this small space.
What are these parabolas, she will have the answer in the next second.
She is not the only one who learned the method of No.17 and chose to be hit by a shot put; in the half-second that Lin Sanjiu was squatting on the spot, a light suddenly appeared on the side of the runway in front of her Figure-she only knows one person who participates in the race in this way.
The big beard emerged from the air, and when he stepped on the track, the number behind him just jumped to "8"; then, he twisted his body along the way and just hit a parabola in front of her. on.
All this happened between the electric light and the flint. When Lin Sanjiu wanted to give a warning, it was too late.
The shiny parabola flicked in the air, as excited as a trap that finally caught its prey; the bearded man was motionless, being pulled from one end to the middle by the bright line, and then disappeared on the runway——
When the parabola extinguished completely, whether it was the big beard or the bright line itself, it seemed as if it had never existed.
"What...what..." Lin Sanjiu was stunned, and for a moment he couldn't feel anything but shock.
"What more, run!"
The Soul Queen screamed, and she was shocked. Lin Sanjiu swept back and found that the time was approaching. He jumped up and rushed forward--but at this time, on the runway ahead, I don't know what to do. The time is full of parabolas, some are disappearing, and some are just taking shape; these parabolas form a wide and dense net, which is obviously thrown by the shot put players in advance in order to block the race behind. Players.
Lin Sanjiu cursed secretly, decisively, turned and rushed out of the runway.
Judging from the words of the puppeteer just now, it seems that the shot put players must throw all the shot puts on the ground within a limited time-don't look at the players with only three hundred people, they are piled up like mountains and rivers. There are more than thousands of shot puts; if the puppeteer did not order these players to throw the shots in one minute, at least there would be a little dodge gap on the track.
But now, Lin Sanjiu has no choice but to be forced far out of the runway by the dense parabolshe doesn't even know how far to run, because behind her, in front of her, on her head, under her feet, almost everywhere They are all covered with shiny parabola; in the field of vision, almost no runner can be seen.
If the gift pack had just been lucky, now he was like a basin of ice and snow, and his face was pale.
"Why... why?" He turned around sharply and raised his voice to the puppet master: "What's wrong with my sister, do you have to kill her?"
The man wrapped tightly in black leather didn't even look at him, only squinted at the shot putter in the distance. In the exclamation of "I have no ball!" "People, where are they!", the shot putters who were not dolls disappeared one by one-when they finally threw When a shot ball also missed and hit the ground, they were dragged forward by something invisible, and immediately disappeared into the air.
The puppeteer looked at it for a while, and wiped the non-existent ashes on the corners of his clothes boringly, then turned his head, as if he heard the voice of the gift bag: "What did you say?"
The courage of the gift package that was infuriated for a while, was dried for a few seconds, and it had already melted. With his red eyes, he muttered: "My sister..."
"Your sister," the puppeteer interrupted him, and sneered mockingly: "You cheap sister, who you know halfway through, has no other ability, only one thing, that is, never die when you **** it."
Li Bao opened his mouth immediately, as if he wanted to say something, but his reason desperately restrained himself; the puppeteer lowered his eyelids when he saw this, and whispered gloomily, "I don't believe it, you look back."
For a moment, Li Bao almost thought that he would take a knife when he turned back - but if the other party wanted to kill him, there was no need to lie to him to turn back first; Li Bao hesitated for half a second, and finally plucked up the courage to look towards the runway.
"Huh?" His eyes swept across the field, and his eyes suddenly lit up slightly.
Because of disappointment, the puppeteer sounded in a bad mood: "She ran away again."
Chapter end
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