Meta and Dormu crossed the chaotic area, but the intensity of those Bombermen was quite high, and the two were harassed along the way, and they were annoyed.

"Do they really spare their lives at all? Even Bai Cang did not dare to adopt such a bold plan. Meta was speechless.

Every time an explosion is absorbed, there is always some strange residue left.

It's not scary to be a bomberman, it's scary to see how these people enjoy being a bomberman.

They are even willing to put on these fancy costumes and pose in a variety of novel poses to welcome the light and heat.

"Metago, wait a minute." Brother Tamu is also tired of it.

These bombermen have the intention of coming to play happily with Brother Duomu, and he has scolded in the group several times, but it is worthy of himself, the more he scolds, the more energetic he becomes, and now there is a Bomberman Wanyi group spontaneously condensed into a "Brother Duomu Fan Meeting", and they want to come over to find Brother Duomu to hug.

I can't continue to toss, and when the fan meeting comes, Brother Tamu may not be able to end, and Brother Meta next to him is probably going to be unable to eat.

So he stopped Mehta.

"What's wrong?"

"Here's it." Brother Tamu took Meta into a nearby tent, and quickly rummaged through the tent under Metago's puzzled gaze, taking a random piece of cloth and crumpling it into a ball.

"What are you doing?" Meta asked.

"I just saw someone from the Fallen Brotherhood who wasn't targeted by those bombers." Brother Duomu lied without changing his face.

Jeffrey was actually some distance away from the two of them, but the situation was so chaotic that it didn't matter if Brother Duomu used it as an excuse.

"And this kind of thing? Do you see why he's not being targeted? Seeing Brother Tamu's actions, Meta immediately realized.

"yes, I guess that's the key!" Brother Tamu picked up the "unicorn" he had made improvised and shabby to look at directly.

Meta was silent for a moment: "I don't know what those bombermen think, but personally, I just can't be annoyed by looking at this thing." ”

"Then you're going to make a nice one?"

"I'll try." Mehta rummaged through the cloth, "Even if it's improvised, you should at least pick something that looks bright and has a uniform color, and those who don't know think you're a unicorn fished out of a chemical factory." ”

"You try it first!" Brother Tamu hugged his unicorn unhappily.

Although he himself hated it when he first made it, Mehta was so slanderous that he suddenly began to cherish this ugly thing.

Soon, Mehta tinkered with a red unicorn, which was cheap and ugly, but much better than Dormu's.

"How?" Metadér.

Brother Tamu fell silent.

The voice of ridicule filled my head.

Damn it, why do you think his brother has fallen to such a point!

"But are you sure it works?"

"If you're useful, you'll make a lot of money, and you still want to race against those Bombermen?" Brother Duomu was in a bad mood and said coldly.

"Come on, don't be angry, drink some wine first." As she spoke, Mehta took out a jug of wine and drank it.

Brother Tamu ignored him at first, but his nose moved and he suddenly felt that something was wrong with the aroma of the wine.

"Hey, your pot of wine and the pot for me are a bit of poor quality." Brother Domu grabbed Meta's wrist and said.

"Uh, is there such a thing?" Meta broke out in a cold sweat.

The two of them fought to relieve the feeling of being chased by Bomberman, and then took their unicorns on the road.

As soon as they came out of the tent, several Bombermen wandering around saw the two of them at a glance.

"It's a hundred-eye cross talk group!"

"I'm a fan of yours! Hurry up and have some more Hyakmu Sect jokes! ”

"What is the 100-eye cross talk group!" Mehta complained.

The corners of his eyes twitched.

The two immediately raised the "unicorn" in their hands.

When the bombers saw this, their footsteps gradually stopped, and their faces with heavy makeup showed a suspicious expression.

Metago looked at them vigilantly, and a cold sweat broke down, and he was a little surprised to find that he really didn't pounce: "It's really useful?" ”

Brother Tamu nodded silently.

The group of bombers in front of him is also stealing his own desires.

"Are these two things unicorns?"

"Mehta has a red rabbit in her hand, where is the unicorn!"

"A red unicorn is also a unicorn!"

"Indeed, what about the one in the hands of Brother Tamu?"

"This ...... Well, donkey? ”

"Insulting the donkey."

"Horns, when he counts?"

"Well, forget it, let's go."

With that, the bombers seemed to have finally come to an end.

Brother Tamu watched them speechlessly and pretended.

After the discussion, they walked up amicably.

Meta was still vigilant, but seeing that although these bombermen were approaching, the energy on their bodies did not react violently, so there was no intention of exploding.

Then a Bomberman reached out and shook Mehta's hand.

Mehta:?

It seems that the "fan meeting" has really become a fan meeting.

Everyone shook hands one by one, and Meta was confused for a while and didn't dare to act rashly, for fear that these people would explode next to them.

He can also open up the field to strengthen the absorption ability of the eyes, and it is difficult to say that he has many eyes.

So after the dozen Bombers shook hands one by one, Meta didn't make any rash moves.

Then the bombers were gone.

Just left.

Let's go.

It's true...... Just a handshake?

Meta really couldn't figure it out.

"Hey, let's go, what's the fuss." Brother Tamu woke him up coldly.

"Oooh."

The two have settled down a lot along the way.

After a moment of silence, Mehta asked, "Why didn't they shake your hand?" ”

Brother Tamu: "The devil knows. ”

Mehta smiled funny: "Is it because I'm more popular?" ”

"It's just that you look more clowned."

"Don't do that, in their eyes, we're already a combination. It's great, if we can't go on in the future, we will make our debut in the Silver and Gold Union as a cross talk group, and we will be ruthless! ”

Brother Duomu silently quickened his pace.

"I'm already thinking about what combination name we should use for our debut." Mehta followed.

"Then I think it's more practical to practice the signature technique first."

"Well, that makes sense."

"It makes sense to be a hammer and get down to business!"

……

The two came to the thrilling doubles scene.

Sudden Sudden Rush!

The sound of a gun "bursting" can be heard from afar, and then all kinds of strange sound effects are mixed together, but the gunshot is undoubtedly the loudest.

Just like the style of Hyundai himself, the cold firearms are tough, straightforward, and arrogant.

Bullets flew by, tin rods whirled.

Zhima's previously broken arm has been restored, and even if the regeneration ability of the armed calamity is not as good as that of the self-adapting calamity, how can it be called "regeneration".

The only physical weakness left after the armed calamity enters the third stage is the head, or the brain, to be precise.

Injuries to other body parts except the head are innocuous and only have a temporary effect on movement.

Zhima's tin staff kept shaking and making a sound, and the fluctuations spread out to the surroundings layer after layer, shattering everything that affected it mercilessly.

Although he is embarrassed, he is really strong.

Strong survivability, and the ability of a rigid tin staff, that tin staff is even more difficult to touch after the appearance of gold lines, and it may be killed if it is hit.

Fortunately, the speed of his body is not a strong point.

In the face of the three qualitative changes condensing a large number of gun fragments, as well as the modern brother with the blessing of the realm and the carnival world, it is difficult for him to clearly capture the movements of the modern brother.

The current Hyundai brother is too fast.

A man who can move at high speeds and fire high-threat bullets at any time, and can also be an opponent of the command towers of the dress and mask men, makes Tomuma gnash his teeth.

"Badu, what the hell are you doing! It's just a toilet! How can you get smashed by the toilet! You are one of the few people in the world who has reached the third stage of self-adaptation! How can you be smashed by the toilet! ”

Zhima kept roaring in his heart.

(End of chapter)