The ants on the road are still diligently marching in formation.

The rats at the drain are grinning at their prey.

But before the frosting on Holmagio could attract ants and rats, he was the first to attract deadly bullets.

"There it is!"

"Misda, the enemy is under the tree!"

No.1's shrill shout exploded in the air.

The first bullet it was riding on was considered to be the reconnaissance cavalry sent by Misda, and at this moment it had already consumed more than half of its energy during the reconnaissance process, and there was no way to turn around and attack.

However, under the urgent and timely reminder of No.1, Misda, who had been preparing for a long time, quickly pulled the trigger.

Two gunshots rang out, and the second and third rounds began to set off on a journey aimed at Holmagio's life.

They burst through the air in the firelight, and then drew two brilliant spiral arcs in mid-air under the control of those "bullet knights".

The two smoke-filled arcs quickly converged in the spiral, as if the two bullets had condensed into a sharp blade, and slashed at Hormagio with great force.

"Oops!"

Holmagio's face was extremely ugly.

He didn't expect that the imp who had no sense could find his tracks so quickly, so that he fell into an extremely dangerous situation:

It is true that Misda's body has shrunk to the point of being like a child, but it is not enough to completely deprive the gun in his hand of lethal power.

In other words, as long as Holmagio grows larger, his huge body will become an extremely conspicuous target.

And if he doesn't get bigger... Then it's even more looking for death!

The Sexy Pistol's ability to hit almost every 100 shots is almost 100 shots, and as long as the trail is exposed, Holmaggio's small size cannot guarantee that he will be able to escape the bullet tracking.

And if he used such a small body to catch Misda's bullets, his death would probably be very ugly.

"I can't help it..."

There is simply no choice.

Now Holmagio can only return his body to the original shape, and try to withstand Misda's attack with a stronger and more resistant body.

So, he immediately flashed out from behind the trunk of the tree, and then jumped from the curb in front of him.

Like Da Gu who took out the divine light rod, Holmagio's figure instantly swelled into a "giant" dozens of times high, and then landed firmly on the road in front of him.

Looking at this "monster" that suddenly turned into a big and tall man, the mice, who had been almost unable to hold back, suddenly shrank their heads nervously.

If it weren't for the sweeter smell on Holmagio's body that became bigger and more tempting, these timid creatures would have just scattered and fled.

And now, of course, Hormagio is in no mood to watch out for these rats who are constantly drooling at him.

He was more worried about Misda's bullets.

At the moment when he had just grown larger, the two bullets were already whistling and flying.

Because of the sudden increase in Hormaggio's size, the bullet lost its original target, and the previously set trajectory was slightly incorrect.

These bullets, which were originally aimed at Holmagio's little head, struck Holmagio's leg unexpectedly.

Holmagio's newly established body suddenly fell into a violent tremble.

After the size of Misda was reduced, these bullets that were reduced together in equal proportions were actually not that powerful.

The feeling of the bullet entering the body was like a thin needle being slashed into the body, and if it hadn't hit the brain and heart, I am afraid that it would not have killed anyone at all.

If it's just a hit on the leg, it's even more of an inconsequential injury.

However, the worst thing is...

The part of Holmagio's bullet was not a thick-skinned thigh, nor a muscular calf, but a knee that supports one of the most important joints of the body.

He was shot twice in the knee of his left leg, and a hole was carved out of the vital articular cartilage.

The broken knee could no longer support the weight of the whole person, and his whole body was falling uncontrollably to the side.

"Damn... This is a big problem! ”

Holmagio managed to hold back the pain and stabilize his body, but his face was as pale as a dead man:

It's really a house leak that happened to rain overnight.

He originally wanted to get bigger and barely roll and dodge with his nimble skills to see if he could protect himself from death.

As long as he doesn't die, even if he is seriously injured, as long as he can survive enough to make Misda's body shrink further, he still has a chance to turn the tables.

But now, just in the first wave of attacks, he had already injured his vital knee.

With his joints damaged, he couldn't even walk, let alone move in any position.

Without a good pair of legs, Holmagio lost most of his mobility and the capital to save his life in front of Misda.

And Misda is clearly aware of this.

The two bullets had only just succeeded in chiseling out the small foam of blood, and he immediately raised his gun to aim at the enlarged Holmagio.

The gun was about to go off, carrying death.

Now Hormagio can't move or dodge, and even if he can barely protect the vital point with his hands, he will definitely die quickly from those bullets that are as nimble as birds.

The winner, who had been sitting firmly in the Diaoyutai before, was caught off guard and was thrown into a situation from which he could never recover.

"Didn't expect that, did you?"

"The innocent imp you look down on... It's going to win! ”

Misda's fingers gently pulled the trigger back.

The fourth bullet is about to roar.

At this moment, time seems to freeze.

"yes..."

"I really didn't think about it."

Holmaggio, who was in a desperate situation, said with emotion:

"You can still push me to this point even though you don't have the ability to perceive, your strength is indeed worthy of respect."

"I underestimated you before... This is indeed an unforgivable mistake. ”

The superiority in intelligence, the superiority in ability, the superiority in character, and the excessively smooth operation of the battle all made the previous Hormagio unwittingly make the mistake of belittling the enemy.

And now, that contempt has long since disappeared from his eyes.

In its place, there is a firm, earnest, knife-sharp gaze:

"I won't make this mistake again!"

"What?"

In this almost stagnant time, Misda faintly sensed that something was wrong:

Because there was no fear in Holmagio's expression, and there was no reluctance to defeat and death.

Firmness was written in every part of the hard facial lines, as if he had some other way to escape now.

Will this approach really work?

Just as Hormagio couldn't figure out Misstar's method of perception before, Misda can't understand Hormagio's method of escaping:

He even broke his knee, can he still run?

Is it to be smaller?

Getting smaller won't cure a leg injury!

Isn't it even more impossible for a big cripple to become a little cripple?

In the midst of this lightning, Misda couldn't help but imagine all kinds of impossible possibilities.

Finally, the trigger pulled.

With Misda's nervousness and doubts, a fourth bullet whizzed out.

And before this fire could bloom, Holmagio had already given the answer to Misda's question:

"Little Feet!"

At this moment, his body, which had just returned to its normal size, suddenly became smaller again.

"Remember, Misda..."

"My name is Holmagio!"

Holmagio finally used a presumptuous roar to officially declare his name to his opponent.

But this yelling sounds like it's not just a catharsis of emotions and an expression of will—

Faintly, it seems that he is deliberately provoking someone with his voice.

In the midst of the roar, Holmagio shrank to the size of a finger again.

He was covered in ice cream frosting, and now he was so small that he looked like a talking cream ice cream.

And then, in this very moment...

Before the bullet could fly over, a black shadow suddenly burst out of the drainage port next to it.

The dark shadow leapt to Holmagio's side in an instant, biting through the shoulder of the cream villain.

"It's... Mouse?! ”

Misda only felt a shock beyond words:

"He actually shrunk himself as bait, deliberately luring the rat to come and take him away!"

Rats are cautious by nature, and they are unlikely to eat safely in places where humans are around, but will instinctively bring the food they find back to safety.

So, after taking the "food" into its mouth with lightning speed, the mouse immediately turned around and jumped out.

There was also a faint echo around him, and the soft cry of Holmagio being bitten by a rat's tooth was faintly echoed.

But his figure had already followed the black shadow, and jumped into the drain before the bullets could chase him.

Holmagio survived.

Misda knew he was in big trouble.

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