Doomsday Wonderland

Lin Sanjiu sat on the ground and stared at Yu Yuan.

Spartan and Mihm, who heard the sound, slammed into the fog and hurried to her side; their eyes fell on the human body wrapped in the flashlight, and they could not speak.

It’s Yu Yuan’s back that Chad Lin’s wine almost fell. Under the yellow light of the flashlight, he was crouching on the ground, his legs squatting and curled up under his body; in the fog when he gathered, he crouched on the ground and put his hands straight. The ground extends to the front.

Looking at him for a while, only someone trembled to break the silence.

"This...what is he doing?" Mehm whispered. He carried a black battle bag wider than his own body. At this time, the whole person tightened, holding the bag tightly in one hand and staring at Yu Yuan: "He... isn't he the big brother who just came out? Still alive?"

His voice fell, but no one answered him.

Mihm finally moved his eyes back from Yu Yuan and his face was white.

"What are you doing?" He forgot to suppress the voice, and for a moment the voice broke: "Hey, what are you doing--"

Until I felt that my arm was suddenly grabbed, and I kept going up, Lin Sanjiu suddenly returned to God. She looked up and saw a tightly wrinkled face in the mist: "Why are you going to the ground?"

She glanced down and looked down and found that she had just picked up her legs and was sitting on the ground. If it wasn't for Mehm to wake her up, she would have to pose a pose that was exactly the same as Yu Yuan.

"I... I don't know."

She murmured, feeling that she seemed to be telling the truth. It's like a migratory bird knowing that it is going to fly south in the season. It seems to be purely a physiological drive. She looks up and looks over Meme.

Although the boy's appearance was not good, but the reaction was very fast; he only saw the look on her face, and jumped to the side - when he swept away with the end of his eyes, he immediately swung back and rushed back, and looked anxious and angry: "Sir! Chief!"

Spartan had just landed on his knees, and he slammed his clothes and swayed a few times. It seemed that he had shaken his mind back. He looked up with a sly look and looked at his knees and whispered, "What happened to me?"

"You, you and her," Mihm's lips trembled, and seemed to know how to explain it: "There is this person..."

Lin Sanjiu still sat squatting, and the dumb scorpion interrupted the boy and asked, "You... are you also thinking about Yu Yuan... lie on the ground?"

Spartan glanced at Yu Yuan and nodded. The blonde scatters from the eyebrows and hides his stunned look.

It seems to him that this scene is very natural, just like a person who is tired and will fall asleep, and when he is thirsty, he will drink water. There is nothing special about it.

Unfortunately, Lin Sanjiu also feels the same.

"Me too," she said as she struggled to control herself not to squat again - it felt strange, like what she was doing anti-natural. It is only the most natural and the most natural thing to stick to the ground and the palms and palms on the ground. She is enduring hard and forcing herself to stand up awkwardly.

"I also want to fall on the ground..." she murmured. "You said... Should we should...?"

Her second half of the sentence was very light, and then drifted into the fog. But Mihm immediately understood what she meant and hurriedly shouted: "No, no!"

Spartan slowly stood up and swept the dust off his body. The gray-blue mist floated past him, blurring his sunny blonde hair, adding a cold, inorganic white to his face. He looks like a handcrafted handicraft at this time.

“Why not?” he whispered.

Mimm looked back at his sir, and found that his attitude was very serious, and he could no longer control himself. "Sir, you...you really didn't make fun of me? Which one, who would think? This is normal --"

When he said this, it seemed that the full anxiety had exploded. The boy rushed to Yu Yuan, grabbed his arm and turned him over. Yu Yuan has fallen into a long sleep, even if he is pushed to the ground, his eyes are still closed.

"Look, you have to go down, don't you become as unconscious as him?" Mimm said as he squatted down and hit Yu Yuanyuan back and forth: "Hey, hello! Wake up !"

The youth still did not blink, but the breathing was a little short, and the eyelids shivered slightly.

Mihm was so anxious that he was flushed, as if he had to bleed from his forehead; he saw that he was not awake, he snorted, jumped and turned and ran forward - he just rushed into the thick fog Not long after, there was a sudden bang. A vague flashlight fell to the ground and rolled a few laps, followed by a boy’s painful voice: "Sir, I was stumped... You are coming over, there are more people here. !"

The two looked at each other and slowly followed the sound. Spartan's low, hoarse breathing sounds in the quiet fog, as if it is clear across the hair. Lin Sanji couldn't help but take a deep breath—it seems that he, like himself, is reluctant to fight against the uncontrollable desire in his heart.

The gray-blue mist is like a fish, and as their footsteps are separated from the front, they swim away; just can't see the front, the fog is thick, and they are moving together.

"Mim, don't stand up, I have something that can blow away the fog." Lin Sanshou shouted, and then the boy said "good." However, she was reluctant to call out the tornado whip and lift the card. No other reason is simply to lift the strength and feel that it can be done.

"Get things out," Spartan suddenly approached, whispering her. His hair rushed up with the breath, and in the thick fog, she also told her to smell a little of the sun: "All things we don't want to do must be done quickly."

"Do you trust Mihm?" Lin Sanjiu asked hesitantly and called out the [Tornado Whip].

She asked this question for a reason—Spartan’s words just now clearly prove that he is very convinced of his personal judgment with Lin Sanjiu; and apart from the judgment of both of them, they can only rely on it. Mihm’s opinion.

"No, I can't talk about trusting him. I don't know him." Spartan replied, "I trust my own analysis and reasoning about the situation at the moment - although the result of the reasoning is that I don't believe in my subjectivity. Feeling." After that, he smiled softly. "It's a bit contradictory, isn't it?"

Lin Sanji shook his head and understood his meaning in a strange way. She lifted the cardification of the [Tornado Whip]; because she was afraid of hurting Mihm, she just waved twice. The whip was screaming out of a wind that was not strong or weak, and the fog in front was blown away. A large piece of cotton candy that looks like a piece of sunken piece.

Mihm was kneeling on the ground, holding his own fighting bag, his expression was stunned, and he was blown up by the wind.

The mist passed away from him, revealing the earth covered with sand and gravel, and the round back of the posture on the earth.

The people who left the theater with them all fell to the ground in the same position; the back was wrapped in clothes of different colors, and it looked like a large piece of mushroom umbrella cover. No one moved, no one made a sound; they seemed to die in this position, and they squatted quietly on the ground until the fog slowly closed again, obscuring them again.

"Sir, do you see it?" Mehm whispered in a hurry. "I don't know what you are being fascinated by, but it's not normal at all! Think about it, you are in life today. Did you pose this position once in the middle?"

Both of them shook their heads silently.

"So, let alone so many people come to a strange place, and put this position on the sand, right?" The mist was wet and cool, but Mihm had a hot sweat: "You Why do you want to do this? Is this your own will?"

"You said this... Maybe it is not." Lin San wine whispered, and exchanged a look with Spartan. Both of them are enduring a wave of impulses to lie on the ground – sometimes even trying to catch the boy in front and forcing him to crouch together.

Mihm naturally didn't know the psychological activities of the two. At this time, she listened to her and sighed a sigh of relief, loosening her shoulders like a heavy load.

Spartan walked a few steps forward - not far from Meme, there was a back in the uniform of the arsenal. When he bent down, Lin San wine clearly saw that his fingertips were shaking: it was the aftershock of reason and impulse to kill each other.

"Are you okay?" she asked aloud.

The blond man’s fingers slammed on the collar of the arsenal member, and then the man was smashed up—the fog and the shadows covered his look, and he took the man’s collar over. Second, suddenly laughed low, the voice trembled a little: "Nothing... this feeling, very enjoyable."

Mihm looked up.

"The biggest enemy is yourself. This sentence is true." Spartan smirked at the hoarse voice and gently tapped his throat: "Now I am in my body, doing it with 'myself' Guild Wars... Come on, help me."

Mimm responded and hurriedly picked up the arm of the arsenal member; the man was taller than him, and he had to drag him halfway back and forth.

Lin San looked at Sbaan with a wine cellar, but he didn't know how he did it. She even had a very difficult idea of ​​"turning around and leaving," not to mention taking the initiative to pick up the people on the ground. She bit her own bite, and by the bitter pain of the spirit, she finally forced herself to twist her head and strode to the direction of Yu Yuan: "I, I will take Yu Yuan away..."

When it comes to the end, her own voice is getting weaker and weaker - fortunately, she is daring, and finally she has not slowed down.

The young people who are all tattooed are falling to the ground on the ground, just as they left when they left. She stopped her feet next to the youth and looked back. In the shadow of the shadows, she could see the shadow of Spartan and walked step by step in the middle of the back.

The scream of Yi teacher gradually grew.

Lin Sanjiu forced himself to bend down a little, and when he succeeded in helping Yu Yuan, he suddenly heard a message from behind him: "Beware of their faces!" Thank you for the caviar essence, Fujin of Mumbai, and the sun and the moon. Wet, Xiaojing Emperor, tovto11, 95985, Chester, Zhenmi Nima and other people's rewards and monthly tickets! You sent me an email so soon... I can see how bad it is usually. I plan to organize an email in one week, and I don’t want to open it on Weibo.