The last is Ahn Byung-jun, he ...... Well, he was completely ignored. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Mirage, that guy is making markers." The old woman in front whispered, and in the same way, she didn't look back. "Mark of death. This means that the three of us have been put on his kill list! ”

[Uh~~ Isn't this a sign of a woman's attachment to her lover? An Bingjun was groggy and confused, he was a little dizzy, and he wanted to vomit, and his weird thoughts were wave after wave.

Even when he looked back at the 3 people, a very dirty picture miraculously appeared in his mind~~ These 3 corners are in love.

"It's an ancient ritual that comes from that ancient country of the East to gaze deeply at a person and be able to leave a little seed of consciousness in him. A thread of fate that can create a hint of implication between the two. This silk thread can give the whereabouts of the other party within a certain time frame. ”

"It's also a ritual of determination to kill." Ussercalf smiled wryly, "We're on his must-kill list." ”

"Well, that, if you don't look back, how can you fight him? Also, is there really that much hatred between you? An Bingjun asked in a low voice, "I have a deep study of the people of that country...... Perhaps, it is better to settle the grievances than to settle the ......"

Suddenly, the two of them suddenly stared at him with a stupid and forced gaze.

"Okay, okay, don't stare at me, I just said that casually out of ignorance." At this time, he also found that he was a little out of shape, damn, how can a century of resentment between the parties be so easy to eliminate. A little nervously wiped the sweat on his forehead, but somehow, An Bingjun regretted it a little.

"If you don't fight, why don't you run, are you waiting for him......" Before An Bingjun's words fell, the old woman jumped into the dark hole in front of her.

Uthercalf followed him with him, only to wave his arm lightly against the wall as he fell......

Whoosh, a dense burst of trap fire, arrows and javelins, and the roar of huge rolling stones.

It turned out to be a mechanism. An Bingjun twitched the corner of his mouth, it was still manual......

But does it really work? He was skeptical.

If you can take out the opponent with these old traps alone, then you might as well use the bazooka......

Sure enough, as he landed, Uthercalf took him crazy and fled along the cave passage.

Although the voice of the trap could still be heard behind him, Uthercalf's unmistakable actions showed that he had lost hope in the so-called trap.

After a while, An Bingjun turned his head and took a moment to take a look, and suddenly goosebumps all over his body.

Oh, my God! What's chasing after you, Superboy boy?! An Bingjun looked at the black figure behind him with a dull expression.

Kill God with pure physical God, Buddha should destroy Buddha ~~

Well, it's not such an exaggeration, but in the passage behind him, the dense arrows that kept shooting from the wall were either broken by the opponent casually, or shot at the opponent's short body with a steely collision sound.

Man of Steel?!

Shameless! …… An Bingjun snorted secretly.

Unexpectedly, he took a child to explore the way, only to see that after the little superboy triggered the mechanism, a figure stepped on the arrow on the ground unharmed and walked slowly.

Well, it looks slow, but in fact, An Bingjun was horrified to find that the other party was constantly catching up.

At this moment, a fork in the road suddenly appeared in front of me. The two intersections, one on the left and one on the right, lead in different directions.

"Go this way!!" The old woman turned the corner to the side passage.

"Wait, be careful!" An Bingjun's eyes widened and he exclaimed.

For there was a huge ball of boulder in that passage, which was slowly but surely loosening.

Thundered!

The huge stone ball that occupied the entire passage suddenly loosened and rolled, crushing towards the passage of the three people.

"I'll rub!!" An Bingjun broke out in a cold sweat, because not only did the old woman not listen to his warning, but even Usecalf, who held him under his armpit, didn't hear it, acting like a Don Quixote, and hit the rolling stone hard.

But Don Quixote still has a "knight's gun", old fellow, what do you have? It seems that even the gilded cane has been lost~~

"It's over!" Ahn Byung-joon closed his eyes as if appointed, and he could imagine himself as he turned into meat sauce.

"Suspicious~~ Why are you okay?!" After waiting for a long time, An Bingjun opened his eyes and was stunned for a while.

"It's an illusion......," Usecalf hastily explained, as he ran quickly, "and you were already under his illusion when you looked at him just now. ”

"The illusion of mirage is what he is best at, and it can even make people unable to distinguish between real and illusory ......"

I'm rubbing~~ Since it's so terrifying, why didn't you remind me before? An Bingjun was angry. Okay~~ I can think of it, anyway, in your hearts, I'm just a waste person, dragging oil bottles, and I don't need to know too much.

"You can't run away." The voice of the mirage floated from afar, looming.

"To hell with it!" As if venting, An Bingjun closed his eyes and screamed loudly.

Sou!!

Suddenly, a sharp stone flew behind him, and it hit the stone wall of the bend in front of him like a bullet. Splash the starting point with a spark.

"What the fuck, it's illusion?!" An Bingjun shouted, and the gravel was almost enough to burst his eyeballs!

At this time, he behaved like a poor man who had been robbed of money and sex, and who had sacrificed chrysanthemums and mouths, and exploded and was broken.

"No, it's not an illusion." The old woman who was leading the way smiled bitterly, and carefully lowered her eyelids and glanced behind her.

A thin figure was clutching at the rocky wall with his hands, then hurling it at them.

The trio began to dodge left and right, constantly dodging the formidable rocks that shot from behind them.

The old man behind him fell far behind. is still as plain as water.

"No, we're on the wrong track!! We fell for his illusion~~" The old woman in the lead position suddenly screamed.

The other two looked up, and sure enough, there was a dead end ahead.

"That's right, hit it, believe me this is the way." Uthercalf shrank her pupils and shouted angrily.

This time, An Bingjun forced himself to open his eyes, but fortunately, the old guy Usekaff did not make a mistake in judgment this time.

It was as if the nine and three-quarters of Hogwarts platforms had passed through without a hitch.

And then it's repeated, you chase me.

I don't know how long I ran, An Bingjun's head, which was caught under Usekau's armpit, began to hurt again.

"An Bingjun?!"

In a drowsiness, An Bingjun suddenly seemed to hear someone calling him, and he followed the voice.

Thanks to the innocent longbow, the reward of ultimate destruction!