After hearing Su Shijun's words, Zheng Qing did not hesitate at all, got up from the snow, pulled and pulled, grabbed Dr. Xiao next to him, kicked the fat man and Zhang Jixin again, and the four of them ran towards the teaching assistants not far away.

When I was a child, I watched too many movies and bloody TV series, and every time I encountered this kind of life and death situation, such as when the hero desperately blocked the killer/giant beast/zombie/eunuch/inspector/boss and other deadly characters, the heroine would always be miserable and miserable and squeeze out a few unnecessary tears, and refused to leave if she wanted to die or live, and finally missed the best opportunity to escape, and both died without a place to be buried.

Zheng Qing has warned himself more than once that if he really encounters this situation, he must seriously flee for his life and escape with the victim's share, so that the sacrifice of the victim will not be in vain.

Now, he's really in this situation.

Moreover, as he had simulated a thousand times in his mind, he ran for his life very rationally and seriously.

It's just that, for some reason, he felt like his heart was panicking.

Focus! Focus!

The wizard slapped himself twice.

He also has to go back to take care of Poseidon! He also has to help Su Su smash Lao Yao's office!

He still has a lot of things to do now, and he can't be distracted at this time.

Zheng Qing's gaze swept over the snow not far away—he had to find a way to wake up the fainting teaching assistants, find a way to stop the injuries on their bodies, and then find a way to pass through the temporary passage next to the broken moon—Su Damei said, he only had a minute!

In a minute, the second hand ticks sixty times and then disappears.

It's been ticking four or five times now, right?!

This thought crossed Zheng Qing's mind, but he didn't really take out his pocket watch to calculate the time. Every second, every second of time is precious now.

Fortunately, when the bull head attacked the defensive battle formation of the assistant teachers before, several hunters of the Sin Hunting Team were in the center of the battle formation and suffered the least damage, so Zheng Qing was not alone now.

And Zhang Jixin, who was the fastest, had already run to the side of a teaching assistant who was still on the ground, helped him up, and poured some snake oil on him. Fat Xin who followed closely behind also quickly turned out a large number of bottles and cans, and rushed towards the other injured teaching assistants.

Things seem to be moving in a good direction.

Zheng Qing thought so in his heart, and finally couldn't help it, and looked back in the direction where Su Shijun was - once upon a time, he despised this kind of indecisive behavior so much. And now, he suddenly understands that sometimes, the right choice is not necessarily right, and the wrong choice cannot be said to be really wrong.

Then he saw the jaw-splitting scene.

A large, wizened hand with six fingers had just poked out of the black hole about two meters in diameter blown out by the minotaur, and pinched out the shape of snapping fingers.

When Zheng Qing turned his head, the middle finger of the big hand happened to pop out rapidly.

"Smack!"

A rapid air flow hit Su Shijun's body hard, causing her to vomit blood and fly. The space that the witch had been holding on to was holding on to again made a beep and crackle after this flick of her fingers.

"What a disappointing result. ”

A hoarse voice came from the depths of the black hole, buzzing, and shaking Zheng Qing's whole body numb. Ironically, the buzz also helped the young wizards of the Sin Hunting Team to wake up many of the teaching assistants who had been in a coma.

It's just that Zheng Qing at this time has no intention of running for his life at all.

Because he saw that the six fingers of the big hand had been withdrawn, clenched into fists, and smashed towards Su Shijun again.

"Get out of here!!"

The young wizard finally had no way to continue to deceive himself, he roared, and pulled out two talisman guns from his arms, the Colt python in his left hand and Remington in his right hand, and shot at the big hand regardless of it.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

The magazines of the revolver clicked and turned, spewing out runes of different colors.

"Bang...... Click! bang...... Click!"

Remington's tempo is noticeably slower than Colt's, but its superior power makes up for it.

The wizard roared, spear in his hand and charged at the big hand.

His self-esteem, his convictions, his thoughts, could not, and would not allow him to sit idly by.

To live is to struggle out.

If you really want to die, then die with dignity!

"Really... It's a ...... Stupid. ”

Su Shijun knelt on the ground, with a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth and a smile on his face. The red haze behind her was tattered and stained with mud. The three fox tails that were originally swaggering have completely disappeared.

"Huh...... I was worried about you running away just now. The voice in the black hole seemed to be able to detect the movement here, and not only did not get angry at the young public scholarship student's rush over, but there was a little more surprise in his tone: "The process is terrible...... But luck seems good?"

As he spoke, the big hand that had been clenched into his fist and smashed into Su Shijun suddenly reopened, and he took advantage of the situation and copied towards the young wizard who was rushing wildly.

Zheng Qing watched as the rune bullets smashed into the big hand, splashing a few sparks at most, and the kudzu that he was most familiar with and claimed to be able to 'restrain everything' quickly withered and carbonized after being touched by the big hand, and finally turned into black ashes, squirming and falling into the snow.

The huge palm grabbed Zheng Qing overwhelmingly, and the shattered spatial cracks could not hinder it in the slightest.

The young public scholarship student can already clearly see the criss-crossing palm prints between the palms, the slightly burnt traces of the tips of the six fingers, and even the fine hairs poking out between the fingers.

"Come with me...... Your future shouldn't be confined to this island. ”

The hoarse voice was a little smiling, a little proud, a little impatient.

"Meow?!"

A familiar and unfamiliar cat meow sounded in Zheng Qing's ears, and then he felt a small fluffy paw on his belly.

"Bang!"

"Eh! Fog Grass!!"

The young student clutched his stomach and screamed, flying upside down faster than when he rushed up.

When he inhaled the cold air and got up from the snow, he immediately saw the culprit who caused his pain.

A yellow civet with its tail erected and hunched over its body was confronting the big hand.

"Shhh...... Brother Huang?" Zheng Qing hesitated and said hello.

"Whew!!" the yellow civet didn't speak, but let out a warning sound from his throat. It's just that whether this voice is aimed at the big hand or Zheng Qing is unknown.

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