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Even the grass was scorched and the soil was dry, but everyone felt an inexplicable coldness.

Oda Nobutaka's eyes widened, looking at the tragic situation in front of him in disbelief, he was terrified, he didn't expect that the enemy he encountered for the first time would be so tricky, and now he even lost his weapon.

But the lost weapon now has a chance to return, and at this moment there is a white satchel left by Uncle Pingqing lying on the ground, if you can get your hands on it, you will have a chance to fight again, and you can even fight back.

In addition, there is another choice, he has nothing on his sleeves at the moment, and if he escapes, the other party will definitely not be able to keep up with the heavy loads.

Is it a flight or a fight?

Will the other side give themselves a chance to pick up the bomb?

Will the other party give themselves a chance to escape?

Can you really defeat the other party after getting the bomb yourself?

There are many doubts, but the answer has long been clear, no.

This is not so much a countermeasure, but a helpless reality, and he can only escape.

"Bastard!" Oda Nobutaka roared unwillingly, ignoring the remaining white satchel on the ground, turned around and ran, he has always been chic and cool for the first time so embarrassed, this lesson, he will never forget, and he will definitely repay it.

But the premise is that you still have to survive.

While opening his legs and turning the gears of his body, Oda Nobutaka also activated the sonar of his left hand, but there was no half of a figure around.

Is it hidden? Oda Nobutaka's eyes were shining, his body trembled, and he had already been a soldier.

At this moment, the leaves on his head suddenly shook irregularly.

Oda Nobutaka looked up suddenly, but it was not a bomb or a person that had fallen from it, but just a branch and a leaf that had been thrown from a distance.

Are you still kidding me! Oda Nobutaka's self-esteem was greatly insulted, and his face was extremely distorted.

At this moment, a petite and vigorous figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Is that you?! Cowards hiding in the shadows! Oda Nobutaka's eyes were about to split, and he swung his fist with all his might, and without hesitation, he contained all the anger in his heart.

But I saw a flash of the knife, and the sharp military stab made people not even have time to feel the pain, and the wrist was cut in half by the horizontal knife, blood splattered everywhere, and all strength was lost.

The dark blue pupils hidden under the golden hair were extremely cold, and with a successful blow, they began to charge deeper into the jungle, as if the knife was nothing more than an incidental move, and running away was what the girl wanted to do.

"Uhhh!!hh Oda Nobutaka looked at his crumbling right hand, his face turned pale, and only after half a sound did he begin to let out a roar of pain like a wild beast.

But before he could react too much, the sword that was hidden in the darkness of the jungle flickered again, and took advantage of the chaos to appear behind Oda Nobutaka, and stabbed it into the heart.

Poof. A dull sound came from the human body, and the moment the thorn was pulled out, a large amount of blood gushed out like a reservoir that opened the floodgates, completely staining the dark black soil of the ground with red and black.

And Oda Nobutaka at this moment, he has long lost all the power to resist, his vision is gray, and his body is cold.

At this moment, the strength and determination of Himiko erupted, and even the dialect standing in the distance was extremely shocked when he saw this scene, is this really the girl who trembled even when she stood in front of a man before.

Although she has the human form of a young girl, the thing in front of her is obviously a killing machine that only knows how to kill, and she can't even be called a human.

Behind Oda Nobutaka, Himiko was also pale, gasping for breath, as if he had altitude sickness, his eyes were confused, and his mouth was still muttering something (open the gene lock?). Laugh...... ）。

"Himiko?" Fang Yan came to Himiko's side and called out to the other party.

"I did it, I did it!" Himi's body trembled, and when he came back to his senses, he immediately screamed excitedly and hugged Fang Yan.

It's just that the hazy eyes that flashed and could overflow at any time couldn't hide from the eyes of the dialect, and even the tone was a little hoarse, as if he was enduring something quite painful.

Fang Yan was silent for a while before he said slowly: "You did a very good job......

However, Himiko didn't react much to this compliment, it was unusually quiet, and it was unusually cold.

Fang Yan sighed slowly, feeling a little guilty in his heart, as if he wanted to rub the other party's soft body into his body, he hugged the other party tightly, and said in a deep voice: "You killed two people and successfully protected me, but what I need is a partner, not a tool!" ”

"You are not like me, there is no need to force yourself like this, if you don't want to do it, don't do it, if you can't understand this, sooner or later you will be like this corpse, become cold and lose all feelings, such a person is not a partner, but a tool."

"Hmm." Himiko's voice was already crying, and a fifteen-year-old underage high school student couldn't bear this kind of psychological pressure at all, even if the dialect hinted too much before, it didn't have any effect, this was the last mercy from the human heart.

"If you understand, cry out loud." The dialect roared. Under this roar, Himiko immediately cried, as if sad, as if happy, but more of a relief.

Fang Yan's face softened slightly, looking at the two fallen corpses, although it was a pity that this hundred reward points were a little regrettable, but with the growth of his future partner Himiko, this hundred reward points were completely unsightly, so it was better to pay the tuition.

Grow up, only then can we survive. Fang Yan looked at the sky, stroked the other party's soft blonde hair, and quietly waited for the other party to vent.

……

After crying for a while, after Himiko finally quieted down, Fang Yan began to collect chips and bombs, muttering as he collected them, "Himiko, you cry so badly, don't cry next time." ”

Himihu's face was flushed, and two tear stains were clearly visible, and she retorted loudly: "Didn't you tell me to cry in the dialect, what else are you complaining about when I am obedient." ”

Fang Yan glanced up at the other party, and said, "But I already told you to stop halfway." ”

"Don't be difficult, this is not going to the toilet, it is impossible to stop suddenly, okay?" Himi rolled her eyes with a huff.

"So you like to hold your pee and play, I remember." Fang Yan glanced at the other party thoughtfully and nodded quietly.

"I'm usually pretty serious.,But I didn't expect you to be a hidden pervert in dialects......" Himiko was discouraged, and for some reason he suddenly had the idea of throwing a BIM to blow up this guy.

"Does not change shape kill? And also likes to kill. The dialect's indifferent tone left Himiko speechless, and he collected all the bombs and green chips as he teased.

"Because of the battle accident, there are only five bomb satchels left, but the chip plus you and I have seven, but now there are food supplies, and then." As he spoke, Fang Yan opened the supply box, took out two loaves of bread, and threw one of them and a bottle of water at the other.

Obviously, there were still two corpses on the ground that did not stop bleeding, but Himiko did not hesitate to tear open the package and eat it, and in just a day and a half, he adapted to this extremely harsh environment, and he still greatly appreciated this dialect, whether it was the strength of the other party or the ability to adapt.

After taking a bite of bread, Himiko frowned and recalled, "I remember that one person can go back by collecting eight chips, right?" ”

Today, the dialect they have collected is six. Fang Yan raised his head, stared straight at the other party, and added, "That's someone else, our words, we need to collect sixteen pieces." Don't say anything like I'm helping you kill someone, and then you kill me, and you can go back early. ”

Himiko's expression stiffened slightly, he glanced at him in surprise, and couldn't help asking, "How do you know?" ”

"You'll find out later." Fang Yan snorted and fell silent.

You can't tell each other that you've seen each other's books or anime, right.,When the other party also participates in the supreme game.,Naturally, you'll know everything.,And the other party is too gentle.,This kind of thing is easy to see.。

But for this kind of performance-like tsundere, Himiko completely misunderstood, with a warm smile on his lips, he lowered his head and continued to eat food, thinking in his heart that it was the dialect that thought about himself, and he didn't know that in front of the dialect with his own IQ, he completely belonged to the type that was sold and obediently helped the other party count the money.

The dialect is not broken in this regard, after all, there is no one who does not like others to put gold on their faces. After resting for a while, Fang Yan straightened up and said to the other party: "It's almost rested, can you still fight?" ”