Happiness and sorrow are to describe the mental journey of a small citizen like her.

Thinking that she would be able to escape, Madara fell into mid-air, and she had already begun to think about how she could avoid this provocation. She shouldn't be comparing her middle finger, it's really more than enough to succeed!

With her body hanging upside down on the edge of the stage, her feet wrapped in silk threads, will she be able to retract her provocative behavior?

After waiting for a long time, the spotted bamboo was hung in the air. Looking at the black fog flowing under the stage, the warm wind blowing in front of her made her drowsy. This dead rat isn't trying to dry her!

Just as she thought she might be hanging, a man flew out of the stage and smashed into the stands opposite. Before Madara could react, a dense army of squares crossed his head. One by one, the bridge generally marched towards the stands.

Yo, this is to go home and move the rescuers?

Madaratake's heart skipped a beat, and she looked up at the stands. The masked man stood at the exit of the exit, looking at her with smiling eyes. Madara didn't know, he couldn't see clearly, but he always felt that the person was laughing.

Suddenly, the silk thread wrapped around her foot pulled her towards the stands. The black mist attached to her hands drew a perfect arc in the air as she moved.

"I greet your grandmother, don't let me see you, dead rat, or I'll fry you!"

A loud sound erupted from her hoarse throat, and the silk thread loosened her feet in midair. The dead rat that had fled in the desert threw her at the army of blocks, waved her hand and ran away.

Inertia flew with her over the army, and the black mist that it absorbed surrounded her, entwining her. As she was about to close the opening, she saw the army of cubes disappear into the black mist.

When Madara woke up again, he was lying on the stage. The body seemed to have been crushed, and the limbs were swollen and painful. The good thing is that her limbs are strong, and she is still alive, although it hurts!

She looked up, and the whole venue was silent, and the white beads on the roof of the hall emitted a faint light.

Click...

The sound of machinery echoed over the stadium. Madara turned over and looked at the huge block in front of him, or he couldn't call it a block anymore.

Oh my God, such a big beetle, she really can't stuff her teeth!

The two looked at each other in pairs, both looking at each other vigilantly.

Suddenly, Madara crawled backwards.

The large Beetle also moved, taking a small step forward.

In the quiet of the venue, she heard her own heartbeat. Knock knock, as if trying to break free of her belly. Time seemed to stand still, and the sweat of the bean dripping down the hands that supported the body.

Forget it, forget it, no matter, she's too tired. Madara turned over and lay in place, this guy's mouth is big enough, he shouldn't bite her off and eat it in half!

Madara relaxes his body and lies on the ground and actually falls asleep. If it weren't for the cold here, she probably wouldn't wake up.

The large Beetle, still in place. Deep blue eyes, staring straight at her.

Didn't he come to eat her? Could it be that he thought he was dead, and didn't eat dead things. So is she going to play dead?

Xu was too cold on the ground, and Madara got up. Dried blood stains, sizzling pulls. The large beetle in the distance, seeing her movements, took a few steps back, far away.

This is...... , are you afraid of her?

Banzhu was suddenly a little excited, could it be that this thing was actually afraid that she wouldn't make it. But this can't be done, even the dead mouse can't be beaten, there's no reason to be afraid of yourself, is it that?

She remembered that last look when she was thrown into the air. Madara looked up at the corner: "Whether it's or not, I have to try anyway!"

She braced her thighs, stood up, and took a step forward, the beetle in the corner.

Well, this doesn't play according to the routine, how can this be done!

Madara was a little deflated and sat down on the ground, and the beetle in the distance also retracted its tentacles and stopped in place.

"What are you looking at?"

Hell, she was hallucinating, and in her sleepiness, she always felt like she heard the sound of a rabbit.

"Brother Rabbit?"

"Well, can you still move?"

Madara Zhu looked at the child in front of him sluggishly, and was almost speechless with excitement: "Be careful!"

The Beetle, hiding in the shadows, suddenly attacked the rabbit, a long straw thrown at his back. Frightened, Madara hurriedly blindfolded himself and retreated behind the pillar.

After the loud bang, Madara crawled out from behind the pillar. On stage, the little boy stands on the edge of the stage, and the large beetle shrinks in the dark, waiting for an opportunity.

The rabbit suddenly bent down and spat out blood, and Madara saw the beetle in the dark suddenly rush out. Frightened, she hurriedly ran towards the rabbit and blocked in front of him: "Stop, I want you to stop!"

The rabbit was a little surprised, the monster that was rushing really stopped, and he put away the weapon in his hand.

"Brother Rabbit, are you alright?" Madara was a little worried, she hadn't seen him hurt yet.

"It's okay, let's go out first!" the rabbit wiped his mouth and picked up the dagger that had fallen to the ground, "Let's go!"

"I..."

But looking at the rabbit's rushing look, Madara didn't say what he wanted to say. Looking at the beetle in the shadows, Madara kept up with the rabbit.

The injuries on his body are still very serious, and his movements are a little unstable. The crawling sound behind him has never stopped!

"Brother Rabbit, are you tired, do you want to change your car?" Banzhu leaned over to the rabbit, his eyebrows and eyes crooked, "This is really good!"

Seeing that the rabbit did not object, Madara walked backwards. After a while, he was followed by a huge beetle, stuck in the aisle.

"You can't be smaller, I'm shameless like you, you know?"

Yes, this thing is flammable and psychic. actually understood Banzhu's complaints, and shrunk to the right size. Madara happily climbed up and beckoned to the rabbit, and the free ride quickly shuttled through the aisle.

Banzhu looked at this road and was a little familiar, just now Brother Rabbit commanded it at first, and then he was very proficient. But looking at this regrettable road, she was a little upset.

"Brother Rabbit, where is this going?"

"Pick up, leave!"

Listening to the rabbit's simpler and simpler answers, Madara closed his mouth and lay down on the beetle to sleep.

Boom...

Suddenly stopped advancing, Madara almost fell, but fortunately, the antennae of the beetle caught it. Throwing her on her back hurts her liver.

"What's going on, Brother Bunny?"

"There's a situation ahead, be careful!"

In the quiet passage, a black mist gradually poured out, and the beetles on the soles of their feet were a little scared. Madara patted it on the back and stretched out its wounded right hand, and the rabbit looked at it without saying anything.

Footsteps from far and near came, and one after another shouting and scolding resounded throughout the aisle.

"Ahh

Yan Songzi took his apprentice and ran desperately to this side with people on his back, and the old man's eyes were sharp: "Fellow Daoist, help!"

The rabbit got up and straightened his clothes, and jumped in behind the man with a sense of relief.

Yan Songzi hadn't seen it in the distance, but when he got closer, he found that the two of them were actually sitting on the monster. Really, the future is terrifying, it seems that it is necessary to pull the little Taoist into this faction!

He circled around the Beetle, finally picked a place and prepared to climb up.

"Eh, this uncle, you wait first!" Madara stuck out his head, no more than half a meter away, "This beetle is mine, don't you want to come up without asking?"