"It's useless!"

Thomas screamed wildly, and suddenly he felt a fishy stench in his throat, and a mouthful of black blood spat out, and his eyes were dilated and looked crazy: "Poisonous!" Haha, let's die together! ”

Sheryl Dicken saw scarlet meridians coming out of Thomas's throat, like a bloody hand around his neck, what kind of poison is this?

Unbreakable Darkiron, highly poisonous...... Everything made her feel disheartened, and she and her teammates had never hurt anyone during the three days of competition, so what was the punishment now!

Do you want to give up......

There is no choice left......

Sheryl Dieg's legs slumped to the ground weakly, and her whole body was like an antelope bitten by the neck of a lion, neighing weakly on the savannah.

"Mother's ......"

She thought of her great mother, who was obviously white and had a noble status from birth, who married her father despite her family's opposition, and even though she lived in the slums, she still supported her father's call for black rights.

"Mother, why is my skin black, and my classmates don't play with me." As a young child, she asked her mother aggrievedly.

"Blacks, whites, yellows, God just wants to make the world a little more colorful, a little more colorful."

Mother touched her curly hair, and she smiled so softly, so beautifully.

Can't give up!

For Mother! For everyone's wishes! I can't give up!

Shirrill Digham wiped away her tears, stood up and limped out of the runway in the direction of the chain, and the monitor next to the runway immediately sounded a warning sound.

"Sheryl Dicken, the first team of African country X, you have left the runway, once warned, if you violate the rules of the competition again, you will be disqualified, please return to the track within one minute......"

Ignoring the warning, Sheryl Digham limped under a tree, the chains of the black iron were intertwined, and she crouched behind the tree, drew a close-fitting saber, and pried the lock.

"I, I, I...... I can't run. ”

Suddenly, a voice came to Shiryl Dicken's ears not far away, and she hid behind a tree to see that it was someone from the Huaxia team! She was happy in her heart, she opened her mouth but didn't make a sound, she couldn't trouble them anymore, they were all good people, and she couldn't delay them because of herself.

The ordinary Chinese boy suddenly appeared in front of her eyes, what do she want him to do at this time, he is really a fun teenager, a little smart, a little impulsive.

"I'll carry you!"

Dongfang Xing sighed and said, Tan Jing hurriedly blushed and shook her head, got up from the ground, and began to jog with Dongfang Xing, at this time she noticed that a white man on the side of the road seemed to be poisoned.

"Be careful, there's a Xuanmen formation around here."

Dongfang Xing frowned and looked at the runway around her, there was an ancient Chinese precision Xuanmen formation at the bottom of the lake where Dongfang Yu was imprisoned, she had learned a lot from behind Dongfang Yu, although she couldn't arrange the formation, it was not difficult to see through the simple formation.

"That person should have hit the formation, don't get into trouble, follow me."

Dongfang Xing took Tan Jing's hand and carefully began to walk according to the memory in his mind, this is a simple five-element formation, which can hide a trap somewhere, and according to the principle of the five elements of mutual restraint, walking in the opposite direction will not fall into the trap.

The two had a fast footwork, and because it was the last lap of the sprint, in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, they moved away as fast as possible.

Waiting for Dongfang Xing and Tan Jing to leave, Shiryl Dicken put down the saber, the iron lock was also made of dark iron, without the tools and blades to unlock the lock, it could not be unlocked at all, she returned to the runway line in a lost land, and the sound of the machine had already sounded twice.

Thomas lay on the ground weakly, his lips blackened, and before he died, he was unwilling to let go of the opportunity to sarcastically mock Sheryl Dicken, and squeezed out a mocking smile: "It's useless...... Blacks have always been an inferior nation...... No one can change ......."

"Yes, a saber can't cut through chains at all."

Sheryl Dicken's expression was lost, her eyes rested on the ankle caught in the trap of the beast, the scarlet blood slowly turned black, she seemed to feel a hand in her throat, it seemed that she was also poisoned.

"Haha! You can't win! Thomas then laughed wildly, coughing heavily and spitting out a few mouthfuls of black blood.

"No!"

Sheryl crouched down, holding the saber in her backhand, her gaze firm and unshakable: "I won't fall here!" ”

Thomas lifted his heavy eyelids, and the next scene shook his soul deeply, he saw the vulgar and ignorant black man raise his saber and cut off his ankle with one sword!

"Ahh

Blood splattered all over the ground, Sheryl Dicken's face turned pale as paper, beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down, she bit her saber and endured the pain, tearing a long cloth from her cotton sweatpants and wrapping it around her blood-gushing ankle.

Thomas was shocked, he couldn't believe the scene in front of him, he actually cut off his ankle for the competition! My God! This man is crazy!

Shirriel Dicken turned her head and her eyes were blazing: "Look, I will show the world the dignity and power of black people, they are never born inferior to others!" ”

Shiryl Dicken jumped forward on one foot, leaping step by step, his body shaking, his steps firm, and the poison began to run through Thomas's body, his vision was in a trance, and suddenly he saw an angel in the distance that radiated a holy light, but the angel was on one foot......

As the unnamed island slumped and the sun sank to the bottom of the lake with a lonely color, seven teams made their way to the finish line, announcing the end of the race to the sound of machinery, and in sadness or some joy, each team helped the wounded to leave.

"Sheryl Dicken hasn't shown up yet!"

Wang Feng stood at the finish line and watched, Huaxia's team could have left a long time ago, but they had been waiting for Sheryl Dicken, and the deep friendship made them pray that the dark-skinned beauty was safe.

"There shouldn't be an accident, the race is over, and the participants from all over the world don't dare to hurt people, and the patrols around the runway are also helping to find the injured."

Dongfang Xing comforted Wang Feng, although she was also worried about Sheryl Dicken.

"Collect the team, if she dies, someone will clean her up, and if she is alive, she will already lose the game."

Dongfang Yan said coldly, he was more concerned about the next game, so he didn't have time to waste time on other teams.

"No one is stopping you!"

Wang Feng squinted his eyes and didn't have a good air, but this sentence did make sense, the patrol officers had already begun to clean up the trivial matters after the game, dismantling the tables and chairs for temporary rest.

"She, she, she's coming!"

Tan Jing suddenly grabbed Wang Feng's arm with both hands and shouted, Wang Feng suddenly looked into the distance excitedly, a lonely figure appeared at the bend of the runway in the distance, jumping with difficulty, and the two patrol officers followed her nervously, not daring to fall or stay away.

"Her feet ......"

Tan Jing covered her mouth with a fiasco face, and Sheryl Dicken's left foot was broken, dripping down the runway along the way.

"!"

Wang Feng rushed forward frantically, and the distance of 200 meters reached Sheryl Dicken's side in less than a few seconds, he stretched out to help her, and Sheryl Dicken stopped and shouted: "Don't touch me!" My game isn't over yet! ”

"You're poisoned!"

Wang Feng saw the blood-colored handprint on her throat at a glance, and saw the blood sealing her throat! The world is poisonous!

"Lie down, I'll heal you!"

Wang Feng reached out to pull Sheryl Dicken, and when Sheryl Dicken looked back at Wang Feng, her face was full of tears.

"I'm not done yet...... Let me finish the ......"

Wang Feng was shocked by these teary eyes, he was stunned for a while, everyone and Wang Feng had the same expression, no one stepped forward to help her, and Sheryl Digham jumped with difficulty on one foot, towards the finish line two hundred meters away.

The game is over, the personnel are gone, and this is her own game......