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This place was supposed to be chosen by a "small group" as a temporary meeting place, but I broke in without knowing whether I was alive or dead, and I still didn't leave, so they "used a little trick" and punished me.

I've had enough trouble on my side to step out of my foot to step on someone else's boat again.

So, I put on a smiling face and said sorry loudly to the "old lady" in front of me.

Although the "ensemble" of the crowd did not stop, the old lady stood up with a smile and put away her crutches at the same time...... I thought I had been forgiven by her, and tried to get myself back on my feet.

The butt became heavier, as if it had been welded to a chair. But these two legs finally have a sense of existence: the left leg is like being pricked by a thousand steel needles, and the pain is unbearable; The right leg seems to have been bitten by 10,000 insects, and it is itchy and unbearable.

This is obviously the rhythm of punishment and aggravation!

I was still thinking about how to lift this unlucky "beam", the old lady had already jumped backwards, and at the same time raised her hands and several cold lights, coming straight towards me.

Not only her, but everyone in this layer except myself was throwing things at me, including steel balls, iron nails, copper coins, stones, paper charms, donkey hooves, insects...... There's even paper money!

What are they doing, using me as a target for practice?!

is too arrogant, relying on his own ability, can he casually ignore people's lives? I was completely enraged and decided to just stomp on this rotten ship that was boring for itself.

My hands shook as I prepared to take away all this mess. With their methods, whether I use insects or cloud appreciation, it is more than enough to deal with it.

As a result, the spider robbed me of my "business", after eavesdropping on my heart.

It didn't disobey my orders, it still hid in my thick sleeves, but it had ranged weapons, spider silk, spider silk that was as fast as lightning and came and went without a shadow.

I just felt a tightness on my wrist, and all the mess in front of me was gone, this guy's appetite is really good, he can eat anything.

With their eyesight, they should be able to see that it was the spider silk that I spit out from my wrist that easily defused their extremely rude attack. After knowing that I am not a soft persimmon that everyone can pinch a few times, their attitude should always be better!

I clenched my hands into fists and was about to say a polite word, but I felt my body sink and fall sharply downward. At the same time, all around me, there was a blinding light, more scorching than the summer midday sun.

I had to close my eyes and watch the surrounding movements vigilantly with my ears, ready to defend and counterattack after I was "down to earth".

But this fall took several minutes. If it weren't for the strong light outside, I would have felt dazzling brightness with my eyes closed, and I'm afraid I wouldn't have been able to help but open my eyes on the way.

When my feet finally fell to the ground, they were soft and soft, either mud or sand.

You won't meet another guy who can create illusions, right?

Despite this speculation, I estimated the brightness of the light outside before cautiously opening my eyes.

Surrounded by sand dunes as far as the eye can see, they actually "wrapped" me in the desert. Just because I impolitely grabbed an empty seat occupied by an old lady?!

In this world, is there still heavenly reason?

My complaint is effective immediately. In the clear sky over the desert, several dry thunderbolts suddenly struck me in succession, and without exception, all of them hit me accurately, and I could smell the mush on my body.

But what makes me feel strange is that such a ferocious thunderbolt on a sunny day not only failed to kill me, but it didn't seem to hurt much in my body, I don't know if it hurt a lot, so that the nerve reaction was numb.

Or, I've hung up, my soul is out of my body, and I'm just waiting for Black and White Impermanence to come and talk to me.

I was still thinking about it, and the spider suddenly "walked" into my heart and asked me, what was it that I had just recruited, which tasted very "chewy", and was it anything else?

It turned out that it was it that "digested" those thunders, no wonder it couldn't kill me.

This pet, the true value of raising, is better than a lightning rod, and it is also environmentally friendly.

I couldn't help but laugh, completely forgetting that I had a desert puzzle to solve.

Fortunately, my "enemies" did not forget me. When they found that the lightning slash had no effect, they immediately changed to a new trick.

There was no wind and no clouds, and suddenly it rained in the sky, and the raindrops were very heavy, all of which were made of rolling wood and stones. Compared with raindrops, they are not only large, but also not greatly affected by air resistance, basically according to the formula of Newton's second law of motion, constantly increasing the speed, and when they fall to the ground, it is estimated that even the pyramids of ancient Egypt can not carry it, let alone my fragile little brain.

If it's really just an illusion, it's okay, and the pain will pass. But the spider's words just now clearly reminded me that all this is true. With the spider's appetite and hobby, only real drought and thunder can make it feel chewy.

At such a fast speed, I don't know if it's too late to use the withering ring. It's infuriating, there are sand dunes under my feet, and the terrain is difficult to change with the Withering Ring, otherwise, I can burrow into a hole to hide.

Spider, alas, I'm sorry, I've just raised you for less than a day, and I'm going to leave you. I don't know if you'll be able to find someone who can shake this bell after I'm dead.

It is said that people are dying and their words are good, and the deadline is approaching, and what I am concerned about is actually the broken spider. Thinking about it, those thunders just now still have an impact on me, maybe my head is burned and short-circuited.

The spider let out a strange cry and rushed out of my cuffs, then returned to its original size, shielding me from under me, ready to take on the rain of rolling wood.

I can't imagine that this spider is more loyal than a dog, my eyes are moist, but the lower half of my body has not recovered, and I can't move. persuaded it in his heart, but he was basically ignored by it.

Courage only represents attitude, not necessarily real strength.

The majestic figure of the giant spider only existed in my eyes for three seconds before it collapsed into a puddle of flesh.

And in those crucial three seconds, instinct reminded me that there was one more thing that could save my life, the ghost cage. I haven't used it for myself for too long, so I use it as a locker, forgetting that it's still a safe.

So, before the spider fell, I got into the cage and mingled with the spider's shattered corpse, surprisingly avoiding the horrific rain of rolling wood and rocks.

I don't know how the other party perceives my existence and life and death, so I just hid in the ghost cage and didn't come out.

Heroes don't suffer immediate losses. (To be continued.) )