Section 121: A Doll's House (18)

A loud bang resounded in the sky, and the huge body that was sealed exploded instantly, and with the huge explosion, the stickman's body also flew out, it turned out that the stickman had never thought of fighting to the death with the lava monster, just wanted to delay time.

When the lava monster was sealed for the first time, the stickman knew that the ice could only freeze the surface of the lava monster, and when there was a volcano that continuously provided lava from afar, it was impossible to defeat the opponent with his current strength, so he was already planning to retreat at this time, and the powerful airflow generated by the moment the lava monster broke through the ice just helped the stickman.

The stickman's body flew fifty or sixty meters before falling into the water.

But the teased lava monster didn't want to let go of this damn stickman, and at least twenty huge tentacles were generated at the moment of the explosion, rushing towards the stickman who fell into the water at high speed, without dodging the lake in front of him.

Puff pass! puff plop!!! ......

Twenty huge tentacles with a diameter of more than one meter instantly enveloped the entire area.

"If you come out to mix, you always have to pay it back!" This was the stickman's first reaction after being hit in the body, and then the stickman's body was crushed under the stone pillar (when the lava cooled down by the water, the tentacles also turned into stone pillars) and quickly sank to the bottom of the lake.

"Haha!" Everyone seemed to hear the lava monster's ridicule, but it was not like it, the lava monster that killed the opponent ignored the remaining bed bugs, perhaps because of too much consumption, leaving only the twenty tentacles directly into the water, and the remaining body quickly returned to the volcano that it entered, waiting for the next eruption of enthusiasm.

"Gollum, Gollum!" The stickman poured two mouthfuls of water into the lake and struggled with his body, but there was no loosening, and slowly even the stickman's consciousness began to break away from his body. The speed at which the marionettes cut and excavated stone pillars is also slowing down.

"Wait for us!" The puppeteer and the fat bear watched the stickman disappear in front of them like this, and they didn't want to immediately turn their bodies in the direction where the stickman disappeared, and the stone pillars swam quickly.

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"Stickman. Wake up!" Despite the shouts of the crowd, the stickman was still dead. Without a breath, it was clear that the stickman could no longer hear anything and could not feel anything.

"No, you have to be ruthless!" the fat bear looked at the tearful little fox with a gloomy face, but he could only treat the stickman as a dead horse.

"How to heal?" Although I know that the stickman drank too much water and suffocated to death for a long time, everyone is now a stickman and doesn't know how to rescue it at all, but the worry about the stickman is the same.

"Okay! I believe that the stickman can create a miracle again, and he will definitely be able to. "Fat Bear is not very confident in his means, but he is full of confidence in the stickman, because the stickman is not like a short-lived person.

The fat bear punched the stickman in the chest, and with a thud!

"Useful to continue!" the iron sword that shot in the face touched the water on his face, and joined the beating array.

In order to heal the stickman, everyone joined in the "group fight", until nothing squirted out again after a punch, until the stickman's heavy body became lighter, until the stickman's wet body became no longer dripping. But the stickman's eyes were still tightly closed, the cries in his ears still could not be answered, and the movement of his body was still still. Everyone can say that there is nothing they can do, but they still haven't saved the stickman.

"No, no, why did you stop here?" the puppeteer leaned against the stone pillar, still unable to believe it, not believing that the stickman had fallen like this, but reality is reality, and it is not something that you can not believe if you don't believe it.

"By the way, in our hometown, for people who are drowning. There's one last way!" Fat Bear suddenly exclaimed, and now even the slightest opportunity would not be missed. It doesn't matter if you know you can't do it, not to mention that there is still a chance.

"What's the solution? is it really possible?" The little fox no longer has enough confidence in the fat bear's method, but even if the chance is slim, the little fox has to try.

"Just blow into his mouth!" Fat Bear was not sure if this method would work, and his voice became smaller and quieter, until he could not even hear it.

"What should I do then?" the little fox blushed, but his tone was extremely firm.

"I've only seen it, and I don't know what to do, I'll try it first!" Fat Bear took a sharp breath after speaking, blocked the stickman's mouth, and poured the air into the stickman's mouth fiercely.

"Let's go, your method is wrong, we also have this method in our hometown, it's not like you, look at me, you have to pinch your nose, you know!" Seeing that the iron sword also came up, pinched the stickman's nose, and poured a large breath of air into the stickman's mouth again.

"I was standing too far away to see clearly!" the fat bear who was pushed away seemed to be talking to himself, but he was not quite convinced.

"No, why can't you?" The puppeteer joined the rescue, but the stickman still didn't respond.

"You're the only one left, little fox, come and try it too!" everyone took turns to fill the stickman one by one, and finally it was the little fox's turn to be alone.

"Okay, I'll try it too!" the little fox took a breath and puffed out his mouth, but the tears on his face ruined the little fox's cute expression, but no one would pay attention to it now.

The little fox gently pinched the stickman's nose and kissed the stickman's mouth gently, but when the little fox pinched the stickman's nose, everyone didn't see the stickman's mouth open slightly, and a trace of breath exhaled from the stickman's mouth.

The stickman's body coughed violently, and his muscles spasmed and twitched, but after several repetitions, the stickman's body fell silent again.

"There's a reaction, come on, little fox, it's up to you!" Although the stickman still didn't save him, it was much better than not reacting at all, and everyone's already silent hearts began to come alive again, and their eyes became as if they were hungry and thirsty.

"Okay! I'll continue!" The little fox didn't expect that only he had caused the stickman's physical reaction, and immediately came with confidence, and continued to give the stickman a difficult task, breathing!

However, although everyone blamed the miracle on the little fox, in fact, the method of everyone's rescue had already worked, but it just happened to have an effect on the little fox, no matter who it was, as long as it was ranked last, it would produce a miracle, but everyone didn't understand, and they didn't need to understand.

"Open your eyes, open your eyes, come on, little fox!" After more than ten breaths, the stickman's silent body finally reacted, and the stickman's eyes opened slightly, but they didn't fully open and closed again.

"Finally break free!yes! The little fox doesn't stop, continue, can't let the stickman's eyes close!" Everyone saw that the stickman's eyes had been completely opened, and cheered for the little fox again, but at this time, the four eyes were facing each other, and the little fox was not embarrassed at all, but after glaring at everyone, his eyes focused on the stickman again.

"Okay? stickman. The puppeteer captain, who knew that a miracle had happened, was not instigated, and asked lightly while sitting next to the stickman.

"It's okay! I can still move. The stickman moved his fingers, and at the same time controlled the marionette that had been placed on his shoulder, and found no special circumstances other than the exertion caused by excessive mental exertion.

"Well, it's good if you can't die!" the puppeteer said lightly, but at this time, everyone was very sure of the puppeteer's philosophy of life.

"It's good if you can't die!" everyone shouted at the same time, and on the lake at sunset, the remnant sun was like blood, sparkling, and everyone's cheers and laughter echoed in the sky. (To be continued)