611 Slippery Lin San Wine

Lin Sanjiu had never had such a strong murderous intent towards the puppeteer. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE。 info

Hit by the shot put, knocked flying, stood up, rushed back to the runway, and was smashed by the shot put...... It sounded like she would have been able to follow the process for a minute, but she greatly underestimated the intensity of the shot put in the final minute.

The puppeteer's words are as good as the rules of the game; As soon as his voice fell, the rest of the players and puppets suddenly seemed to be crazy, and the endless stream of shot put that broke through the air was like waves of tsunamis.

When Lin Sanjiu was hit by the lead ball again, a "4" had just appeared on the ground under her feet.

…… This is the second time in a row that she has been knocked off. The last time she was smashed out by a shot put, she didn't even have time to rush back to the runway before she was knocked back by another shot put; Panting, Lin Sanjiu raised his eyes, and his heart tightened.

The runway, which had just been left behind her, was already densely packed with hundreds of bright lines; One line hadn't gone away, and countless more shot put balls landed, pulling out more shiny parabolas behind the balls.

The parabolic web quickly spread across the sky, and soon there was no room to dodge, and there were shot put balls flying in the air everywhere near and far—"Damn! Lin Sanjiu scolded, didn't dare to stop at all, and rushed out of the far runway again with the rocket, trying to return to the runway in a circle before the shot put hit her.

However, the lead balls that were thrown by the evolutionaries with various means were too fast. She had barely taken two steps forward when another shot put struck her, and with a "thud" it knocked her far away again - this time, she was further away from the runway, and the number on the ground became "3" at the same time.

"Why are you getting smashed all the time!" The Queen of Souls grabbed Lin Sanjiu's shoulders tightly, and shouted as if she hated that iron could not become steel: "Go around, go around, run forward!" ”

It's really standing and talking without back pain!

In an instant, countless curses rolled through Lin Sanjiu's mind, but he couldn't say a word; She was now burning from her nose to her chest and abdomen, as if she had been burned on a fire, and all the breath she exhaled was used for running as if it weren't enough, and her lungs ached.

If she was hit by the shot put again, she would be completely out of the game, and when the time came, God knows what punishment this ghost world would give her-Lin Sanjiu gritted his teeth and opened it on the first gear of the rocket for a second.

"It's hard for her to get around," said the white fat man, who was only halfway through his fair words, and ate a mouthful full of the suddenly increasing gale; This almost lifted off his skull, and when he finally regained a clear view of the scenery around him, Lin Sanjiu also breathed a sigh of relief, and stepped into the edge of the runway with one foot.

"Squat!" The white fat man suddenly screamed sharply, and Lin Sanjiu stiffened - almost at the same time as she stopped her feet and squatted on the ground, a lead ball swooped over her head, leaving a shiny parabola in midair.

"Don't move!" The Soul Queen also shouted violently, and at the same time, Lin Sanjiu's pure touch also activated—she immediately tightened her muscles and forcibly stopped the momentum of rushing forward; At that moment, another shot put grazed in front of her, and a bright line was also drawn in front of her.

In this brief moment, there was a parabola floating on Lin Sanjiu's head and in front of her, confined her to this small space.

What the hell are these parabolas, she has the answer in the next second.

She's not the only one who learns the 17-size method and chooses to get hit by a shot put; In the half second that Lin Sanjiu was squatting in place, on the side of the runway in front of her, a figure suddenly faintly appeared - she only knew one person who participated in the race in this way.

The bearded man emerged from the air, and when he stepped on the runway, the number behind him had just jumped to "8"; Then, he twisted his body and crashed into a parabola in front of her.

All of this happened in a flash of light, and by the time Lin Sanjiu wanted to make a warning, it was already too late.

The shiny parabola shook in the air, as excited as a trap that had finally caught its prey; The beard remained motionless, and was dragged from end to end by bright threads, and disappeared from the runway.

When the parabola was completely extinguished, both the beard and the bright line itself were as if they had never existed.

"What...... What ......" Lin Sanjiu was stunned, and for a while, he couldn't feel anything except shock.

"What's the matter, run!"

The Queen of Souls screamed, and she was suddenly shocked to come back to her senses; Lin Sanjiu glanced back and found that the time was approaching, so he jumped up and threw himself forward - but at this time, the runway in front of him was already full of wisps of parabola, some were disappearing, and some were just forming; These parabolas form a wide and dense net, which is apparently thrown in advance by the shot put contestants in order to block the runners behind.

Lin Sanjiu scolded secretly, made a decision immediately, turned around and rushed out of the runway.

Judging from the puppeteer's words just now, it seems that the players in the shot put competition must throw all the shot put balls on the ground within a limited time - not to mention that there are only about 300 players, and there are more than thousands of shot put balls piled up like mountains and rivers; If the puppeteer hadn't ordered the players to throw all the shot put in a minute, there would have been at least a little gap in the track to dodge and move.

And now, Lin Sanjiu was forced far off the runway by the dense parabola without any choice - she didn't even know how far she had to run, because behind her, in front of her, on her head, and under her feet, almost everywhere was covered with shiny parabolas; In the field of vision, even a runner could not be seen.

If the gift bag was a fluke just now, he is now like being poured down by a basin of ice and snow, and his little face is white.

"For ...... Why? He turned around sharply and raised his voice to the puppeteer: "What's wrong with my sister, you have to put her to death?" ”

The man, wrapped tightly in black leather, didn't even look at him, just squinted at the shot put player in the distance. In "I don't have the ball anymore!" "Where are the people, where are they?" One by one, the shot put players, who were not puppets, disappeared - when the last shot put they threw missed, smashed on the ground, they were dragged forward by something invisible, and immediately disappeared into the air.

The puppeteer looked at it for a while, and dusted off the non-existent ash on the corner of his coat boredly, and then turned his head, as if he had just heard the voice of the gift bag: "What did you say?" ”

The courage of the gift bag under the anger just now was hung for a few seconds, and it had already melted. With red eyes, he muttered, "My sister ......"

"Your sister," the puppeteer interrupted him and sneered mockingly, "You, the cheap sister you met halfway, have no other skills, except for one thing, that is, you never die when you should die." ”

Packet immediately opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but reason desperately restrained himself; Seeing this, the puppeteer lowered his eyelids and said gloomily, "If you don't believe it, you look back." ”

For a moment, Packet almost thought he was going to take advantage of his turn - but if the other party wanted to kill him, he didn't have to lie to him to turn back first; The gift bag hesitated for half a second, and finally mustered up the courage to look at the runway.

"Huh?" His gaze swept over the venue, and his eyes suddenly lit up slightly.

Because of the disappointment, the puppeteer sounded in a bad mood: "She ran away again." (To be continued.) )