Doomsday Wonderland

"Don't do the same thing as before." Lin Sanshui raised his eyes and glanced at the newly joined members, faintly said. "We asked some questions about private days... but before I said this, I want to ask you a question."

She didn't care much about this problem, but since Spartan became an ally, she had to ask.

The blonde man looked at his head in confusion and looked a bit like a puppy.

"...your teammate?"

Spartan had a second, and it seemed a little surprised - then he licked his own fluffy blond hair and exclaimed: "...Do you know that the arsenal has always been in the form of a small team, or have you seen me before?"

Not waiting for Lin San wine to open his mouth, he suddenly smiled himself: "--hey, you must have seen me before."

"How can you be sure?" she couldn't help but ask.

"Because I can feel it, you don't feel very good about me." Spartan's gimmick was very childish. When he smiled, his teeth were white in the dark: "Well... basically few girls don't Ken told me the name."

I can clearly feel that he was modest when he said this.

This is indeed the truth - don't talk about girls, even Lou Ye took the initiative to report the name and origin to Spartan in a few words; but fortunately, the two children are still rational, like the ability and Lin San wine Important information such as the name, did not say.

In the face of the twelve worlds, Lin Sanjiu did not want to discuss his name more; she just snorted: "...I did see you, but don't shift the topic. What about your former teammates?"

"Dereliction of duty." His voice was still sweet, but it was faintly cold.

Lin San wine has a glimpse. That Lou Ling is so difficult?

"After these things go out from here, it is not too late to say." Spartan did not ask when Lin Sanjiu had seen him, but he lowered his head, and the shadow of his hair covered his eyes. "Can you tell me now, are you talking to private days?"

Lou Ye immediately cleared his throat: "...The rules told us by private days are actually very few, so we sorted out a lot of questions and asked her one by one."

First of all, Lou Ye asked whether the private day knows the approximate location of the target book that has been found.

The answer to the private day is "uninformed."

"Now the third book is definitely in the hands of the South Pavilion," Lou Ye said excitedly. "...I don’t know if it’s private, it doesn’t affect us. What really surprised me is the next The question - are you still worried about the people in the West Hall? Wait and see."

The teenager coughed and looked a little excited - and then waited for a few people to react. He suddenly raised his voice and shouted: "Private day, please tell us the number of teams!"

When everyone was shocked, they did not expect him to ask this question. Immediately afterwards, I listened to the sound of the private tablet without a wave, and it sounded one word at a time: "Okay. There are 3 people in the central hall, 4 people in the west hall, 1 person in the east hall, and 11 people in the south hall."

The words "11 people" only sounded in the air, and when they arrived, they provoked a sigh of relief; even Lin Bing, a group of people who had some psychological preparations, was shocked to think that they had misunderstood - private The number of people notified by the day is obviously the number of people who are still alive. Then count the fallen species killed by Louqin and Spartan, which means that the initial number of the South Hall is actually 13 people.

With so many fallen seeds, Lin Sanjiu does not believe that they have been staying upstairs.

The voice of the West Pavilion rang immediately: "How do you do it? The number of people is so large, what is this?" "They are clearly fallen, can this make them mix in?"

I don't know who's the sentence just happened to be heard on a private day. She calmly replied: "As long as there is a survival number on the body, it can be one of the library's five teams, and it is not limited to species."

"It turned out to be so useful on private days. It's fun."

The female voice that came out from the South Hall suddenly slammed it down. The woman’s voice was slightly low, and the words were long and uttered. It was hard to imagine that the muzzle came from a fallen species.

"But it doesn't matter, even if we lose two members, we are also determined to survive this time." The South Pavilion woman chuckled.

"...Why can the fallen seeds enter the copy?" Lin Sanjiu couldn't help but whispered to Spartan.

Among the evolutionists in the field, except for her, the rest are from the twelve worlds; it seems that they are not surprised at the fact that the fallen species entered the copy.

"Low-level fallen seeds, like ordinary people who have not evolved, can't enter the copy, nor can they change the world." Spartan glanced at her and bent down and whispered in her ear: "...but the fallen seeds also Will evolve."

Lin Sanjiu instantly remembered the flying fallen species that he had seen in the extremely warm hell.

The skin on her neck felt the warm breath of the blond man, and unconsciously reached out and rubbed it as if she wanted to erase it.

"Since the number of people is so large, I think the mushrooms in the West Hall are probably willing to help." Spartan straightened up, and there was no sarcasm in his tone. He turned his head and smiled at Lou Ye: "No wonder you said you don't have to worry about them."

The boy was immediately encouraged and smiled and said, "There is still!", and then quickly and quickly said the information he had just learned - I have to say, although "question questions" This idea was still from Lin Sanjiu, but even she did not expect that the news of Louye’s discovery made it possible for several people to make an action plan.

"Now the South Hall already knows that we have two books in hand, so we will definitely attack us as a key target. Just now the West Hall has also extinguished the light," Lin Sanshui reiterated: "Then we will be two A group, I am a group of Louqin, you are going to follow him in the field... While avoiding their attacks, try to search for some areas where the target book may be in accordance with the tips of the private day - we only don't know The English name of the last book is a bit of a hassle."

"That..." Spartan said with a low voice, and then took a small part from his individual combat glasses. The next thing that spit out from his mouth was a stream of smooth and natural English – no more subtle inconsistency between words and words when talking before.

Lin San wine was stupid.

Spartan casually put the parts back and smiled at her: "...what did you just say?"

Lin San wine sighed heavily: "... did not say anything."

The twelve worlds are really a wonderful place. (To be continued.)