Doomsday Wonderland

"Sister, how long can you hold on?"

The sound of Ji Shanqing's slight tremors wandered from under his feet, with a hint of crying: "I am going to hold on, I am afraid of height..."

He didn't dare to look down, just holding the legs of Lin Sanjiu. After a few minutes, his neck was stiff.

The two men hanged on a cliff nearly a kilometer high, and the wind whistled in the mountains, blowing them to sway - whenever their feet hang over the sky, Lin San The wine can hear a short squeak like a hamster being licked around his neck.

The weight of the two people is supported by two hands of Lin Sanjiu. Even if the package is not heavy, the muscles on her arms have already been sore for a long time and cannot be controlled. Her cheeks, arms, and **** roads scraped by sand and gravel, embedded in the sand, burning pain.

"Do I kick you down?" she asked, "You won't die without taking off your clothes?"

"No!" Ji Shanqing immediately screamed, "I will die, I will definitely die!"

"why?"

"From such a high place, throwing a stone is also smashed, let alone me!" He shouted with a crying cry, his hand tightened even tighter.

This is not easy to do... Lin San wine bites his lips and feels that the arteries are jumping in a drum, and the sound of the blood is getting clearer.

At this time, she had limited space for her neck to move, and she barely turned her head and looked at it.

Hanging above the high altitude of nearly a kilometer, she finally saw a rough idea.

... there is no sky here.

No matter how high or how far the eyes cast, there will always be only a faint white fog in the field of vision, covering the whole world with a deep cover. In the boundless maroon land, in the huge "bowl", and the human city like the ant nest, dotted with sporadic woods, and countless deep gullies, as if they were flattened, messy The mountains - the terrain is completely unruly, it is like being beaten by children.

The central part of the land, Lin Sanjiu’s guess, perhaps the central part, a mountain of rock and earth suddenly rises up and forms a mountain column nearly a kilometer high without warning. It was white fog; below the three or four meters of the white mist, it was the large piece of yellow sand that she almost fell and slammed.

The sand land is loose, but there is really no place to borrow it. The reason why the ten fingers have been stuck for so long without slipping down is really good. The teacher responded quickly and quickly used the consciousness to buckle Lin Sanjiu. - But it is precisely because of this constant consumption, but she is unable to accumulate consciousness and re-attach herself.

... Of course, Lin San wine did not dare to go up.

She is more willing to risk falling to death than to be crushed by "God". She wants to go down to the city where she survives. So many people have survived, indicating that they must have a way to fight against God!

"If, if you use [tornado whip], you said, can you offset the impact of the fall?" She gasped, and every time she spit out a word, her body seemed to sink a little more.

The gift bag squeezed out from the eyes of the blind man. Obviously, he didn't like the idea from the bones: "...when it was rolled out and fell, it would be even worse if you die." Suddenly, he hesitatedly asked: "...[ Combat items can only be imitated into special items? Can't imitate a parachute?"

"No!"

"Special items in the shape of a parachute -"

"I don't know what special items are like this," Lin San's blue ribs on his forehead are jumping. "...Without a prototype, [combat items] can't be launched."

The gift package is not snoring, it seems to have fallen into contradiction.

"Or I stretched out the bones from my hands and feet," Lin Sanshui said hesitantly. "...and climb down like a rock climber."

The last bone whip took her half a month to fully recover; this time, if there is any change, she may not even be able to get back - just like her height.

...but she can't hesitate; every second, consciousness is being consumed quickly, and now there is only one way, barely secure.

Only in this way, Ji Shanqing had to climb from her legs to the back in the first place.

The hands and feet of the gift bag have long been soft, and the bones are all painful because they are tightly held for a long time. They can’t stretch; they don’t even dare to open them completely, let alone the kind of acrobatics--Lin San It was threatening and encouraged to persuaded for a long time, and the gift package finally agreed to let her bend the leg she had seized.

"Ready, I am now bending my legs. When you can, I will immediately hold my hand and hug my waist." Lin Sanjiu once again emphasized, "...you must not hesitate because of fear!"

Ji Shanqing had a voice that was vague and trembled, and he couldn’t hear what he said.

Lin Sanquung vomited heavily: "Okay, I have to lift my legs!"

The gift bag snorted.

This sound just floated out, and suddenly it was broken up - a burst of ambiguity, but the sound of loud sounds, suddenly like a tsunami rushing from the ant city below; a wave of sound Playing on the cliffs, as in substance, has inspired countless echoes, and it sounds like at least tens of thousands of people are shouting at the same time.

"What happened?" Lin Sanjiu was shocked by the shouting of the sudden resounding of the world, and he was busy. "What are they calling?"

The gift bag did not dare to bow, squint and listen to the ear for a while.

At the beginning, the screams of screaming and screaming were quickly tidy and synchronized, as if they were invisible. Soon, tens of thousands of people’s shrill voices were turned into two A clear word was introduced into the ears of two people: "Mother God! Mother God!"

Lin Sanjiu’s heart slammed his head in a responsive reflex - just in the sky above his head, still covered with thick white mist; neither the finger just now nor the bloodshot Eyes.

After Yu Guangyu passed, Lin San’s body froze.

"Mother God! Mother God!" The snoring at the foot is higher, as if you don't want to smash the heavens without sound, "Mother God! Mother God!"

"Sister...sister," Ji Shanqing’s soft voice pierced the sound and passed it up: "Left, left."

Lin San wine turned his head bit by bit.

A whitish face with a white color, I don’t know when it appeared at a distance of a few hundred meters away from the two - she put her forehead on the high cliff, and the eyebrows were drowned in the sky. In the white mist; a pair of eyes that look like a pedestrian bridge, staring at them, slowly and silently curved into an arc.

When the "father god" smiled, her **** red lips were picked up, even beyond the nose. On the face of five or six stories, there is a thick layer of white powder. Under this layer of paint, whether it is similar to human skin, no one can see it.

With the wave of the mother god, the arms of the World Trade Center slammed into the air with a fierce wind; Lin San was swept away and almost rolled down from the cliff – almost in the blink of an eye, below The crowd of ants who gathered in large numbers immediately stopped their voices.

"Hey," the mouth opened like a zipper, half a face, like a man picking up a scorpion, shaking the eardrums with a painful bang, rumbling from her mouth: "The prodigals who have been summoned by me and finally found the way home... I promise you as the only true God in the world, you will always be quiet in my arms."

When this sentence came out, the crowds like the ant colony suddenly burst into a vague shout, and they burst into the sky; only this time, it was difficult to tell what they were shouting.

Lin Sanjiu looked stiffly at the white face in the air. For a time, he was stupid. In this world, there are actually two "true gods"?

"sister!"

As the gift pack shouted, she suddenly responded with a sigh of relief; her eyes swept away, and she saw the huge white hand that had just been swung away, and once again, the two of them came together in midair—the hand was not there, the wind was fierce. The land rushed up.

Lin San wine's heart was tight, and immediately called a "stay steady!", then released his hands - in the scream of the gift bag, the two men went straight down; Lin San wine right hand turned, already Called [Tornado Whip], in the direction of the big hand, he slammed out.

At this time, her heart blew open, and she slammed her strength. A tornado from the tip of the whip was powerful as never before. The wind column went out and almost immediately obscured the world, even the mother. God's appearance is blocked -

However, in the next second, a few white fingers suddenly appeared in the tornado.

As the fingers clenched softly, the tornado was pinched out of the hand.

"The prodigal son who was blinded by the fallen demon," the soft, almost numb, like a man with a squeaky voice rumbling in the air: "...as the only true God, I forgive you."

"Forgive your mother!"

The body of Lin San was still falling fast, and the sound of the wind swelled from the ear; she screamed, turned halfway through the hard, and a tornado, and hit the ground.

Then her body stopped.

Together with the gift package, the two floated in the air, and they couldn't move at the same time; Lin San wine squinted at the hand and took off the tornado she had pulled out.

The white, pointed, long face bent down and stopped at the side of the two people. Compared with the "father god", the two are only as big as her nose.

The smile of the mother **** is getting bigger and bigger, almost like trying to control it, gently pinching the two people in the air.

... Until then, Lin Sanjiu heard clearly what the crowd underneath had been crying.

"Baptism! Baptism! Baptism!"