However, the reaction speed of the clay figure is not covered, don't look at the petite figure, one or two backflips, actually dodged all the attacks of a shuttle bullet. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Fang Wuyong was glad that this pistol was a double-row pistol that Yan Qingze had gotten, and it could hold twenty rounds of ammunition in it, six of which were fired just now, and now, there were fourteen rounds in the gun.

"Come on,, let you eat a bullet, cinnabar-flavored, you see if you shoot me, or Lao Tzu shoots you, come and shoot / me." "I didn't hit the clay man just now, and Fang Wuyong also hoped to be able to deter these two things.

He now firmly believed that they had some intelligence, and as long as they had intelligence, they would not dare to continue playing with the rim, which would attack him, but they would also be attacked by his bullets because they were standing still and unable to move.

However, if they merged and continued to attack him in the same way as before, Fang Wuyong also felt that he would be able to hit them before they finished their first turn.

Just when Fang Wuyong felt that he had bought more time for himself to think of countermeasures, his leg hurt suddenly, and he suddenly knelt on the ground.

He looked down and saw that a hole had been shot through his leg inexplicably.

The blood on Fang Wuyong's leg flowed onto the snow-white feathers on the ground, however, the bright red blood disappeared in an instant, and the feathers regained their whiteness in the next second, as if they had never been soiled.

Fang Wuyong had seen in the book that feathers stained with blood would have such an effect, but this was the first time he had seen it, but he was not in the mood to sigh at the magic of what the ancestors had left behind.

Who shot him?

"Bang Bang"

Almost inaudible, there were two more sounds of skin opening and flesh blooming, and they sounded in Fang Wuyong's ears again.

The bullets shot by Tong Xinlan hit the palm of Fang Wuyong's hand holding the pistol, and the palm of the right hand holding the glow stick and pressing the injured thigh, and the originally injured right leg was shot again.

This bullet was so powerful that it shattered Fang Wuyong's two palms.

Therefore, the pistols and glow sticks that Fang Wuyong held in his hands fell to the ground one after another.

Fang Wuyong couldn't feel his hand, he knew that he was finished.

Without hands, there was no possibility for him to resist at all.

What exactly hit you?

"Untouchables, it is a pity to die if you want to steal the princess's property. Tong Xinlan's voice suddenly sounded deep in Fang Wuyong.

This way of speaking in a way similar to ancient Chinese made Fang Wuyong's heart startled, he looked up and looked back, and saw a scene that made his eyes crack.

A shriveled, yellowish, blackened, skinny-skinned corpse, dressed in red, stared at him coldly with a pair of hollow eyes that shimmered with green ghost fire.

"Didn't you tell me to shoot you? "The dry corpse's voice should have lost its toughness, and it can still speak! Not only can it speak, but it also speaks a full male voice with a deterrent.

This kind of ghost thing in the ancient tomb really can't be explained by science.

However, this was not what made Fang Wuyong angry, what made him angry was that the weapon in the hand of this dry corpse turned out to be a pistol!

Thousand-year-old corpses can use guns!

Fang Wuyong felt that if he was killed by the trap in the ancient tomb, it could only mean that he was not good at learning and deserved it!

If he is killed by Zongzi with spells or fingernails, it can only be said that he is not capable enough and greedy.

However, he never expected that he would be killed by a human weapon.

"How could you use a gun!" Didn't those veterans say that if these things become zongzi after death, they will only use their hair, nails, funeral swords, spells, and the like to kill people? They boast about how powerful the zongzi they have encountered, in order to highlight that they have died in the ancient tomb, and want to raise the price of the treasure they have made, but why have they not bragged about the zongzi they encountered and learned to use modern weapons!

Even if it's bragging, it can keep him bullet-proof.

Dying in the hands of the human weapons brought down by his own people, Fang Wuyong felt that his heart was stuffed.

Relying on the previous speculation, and the fact that this zongzi used this set of serial schemes to force him to come to the feather array near the Yongdao crossing, it all shows that Zongzi is afraid of the magic weapon he carries.

Otherwise, Zongzi doesn't have to go to such trouble to make so many scaring things, and will directly fight him head-on like killing other people.

Relying on the magic weapon on his body, he can definitely resist this zongzi.

However, he still fell for the trick.

"I thought you were forcing me to leave the dungeon so that I could ambush me in the winding and poorly lit corridor, but I didn't expect that you just wanted to force me to come to this place where I thought I was safe, because this place is close to the Yongdao crossing, so that you can guarantee that the bullet that shoots not far away can definitely hit me, right? ”

This dried corpse has shriveled up like this, and its brain must have shrunk, and it can still come up with a plan!

Fang Wuyong's face was covered with sweat in pain, and he asked his question out of breath, losing in the plan of the thousand-year-old corpse, which really made him a little embarrassed.

"I am the general who guards the tomb given by His Majesty, and I am the general who guards the safety of the palace, and now, guarding the princess's sleep is the responsibility of the general. ”

"Look at your thief's eyebrows, you seem to be unconvinced, could it be that you are defeated in the hands of the general, do you still feel wronged?"

The official words of this zongzi are one set of words, where it looks like an ancient corpse that has been sleeping for thousands of years, Fang Wuyong showed a resigned smile, "How can I walk by the river without getting my shoes wet, today, my Wuyong is going to be drowned in the ditch." ”

"Looks like you're ready to do the Dharma. Tong Xinlan raised the gun in her hand again, it was touched on the tomb robber with a gun when she killed the tomb robber before, Tong Xinlan, who had played the game, naturally knew how to touch the beauty of the corpse, and someone else sent the equipment, she would be a fool if she didn't have to.

It's just that Fang Wuyong hid better before and kept moving, Tong Xinlan was worried that the magic weapon on Fang Wuyong's body would attack her who was close to him, and she was even more afraid that she couldn't kill Yan Qingze and Fang Wuyong at the same time, and if she shot, she would make Fang Wuyong and them on guard, or let them threaten him with bombs.

After all, they will think that Zongzi understands how to use a gun, and they can guess that Zongzi may understand the power of a bomb, or they can make Zongzi understand the power of gunpowder.

If that's really the case, Tong Xinlan feels that the plan behind it will be difficult to implement.

So, like a mouse, she drove him to the underground palace.

The dungeon is very large, bigger than a basketball court, and there are some places where he can hide, and he can set up an ambush for Fang Wuyong, which will definitely make him feel that it is a good place to set up traps to attack zongzi.

Then, consuming his magic weapon, he forced him to retreat to the safe feather area that Tong Xinlan had let Yan Qingze scatter according to him.

Just like Fang Wuyong asked just now, Tong Xinlan didn't scare him before to scare him out of the underground palace, but to force him to get close to Yongdaokou.

If he hides in the middle of the dungeon, or behind the pillar, it may affect the play of the pistol because of the distance and obstructions, after all, the lethal distance of the pistol is not as far as that of the sniper rifle, and the penetration is not very good.

(To be continued.) )