Doomsday Wonderland

Healthy nutrients...

Ah... the brain without parasites... is such a healthy and abundant nutrient...

When the two were still in the same place, the mother’s rumble, heavy sigh, squeezing the mind of the people.

Lin Sanshui turned his head and looked at Sbaan, and found that each other's faces were blue and ugly. Everyone who was attracted to Shambhala was driven by parasites in the brain; now Mihm is the first victim who has no parasites but is still sucked up by the mother.

The voice of the mother king seems to be too big, and the sound of Lin Sanshui’s mind is creaking, and the sound of the recorder is not heard at all.

For the first time... the first time I absorbed a brain without parasites...

Great, great, it murmured, so fast, I am so strong...

After this sentence fell, the mother again stopped talking. The sound in my mind stopped, but the earth was still silent and afraid of people.

The sound of the recorder was not as loud as Lin Sanjiu imagined.

The two are all the same. They are now doing everything they can to fight through their own struggles; Lin Sanjiu paused, and this one covered his eyes with one hand, avoiding himself accidentally seeing the mother, and then quickly turned his head. At first glance - just after some struggle, the recorder was hit in the distance, at this time she could only glimpse the tape in the fuselage and it seems that it does not turn.

"How does it sound?" Spartan whispered. He doesn't seem to know the tape recorder.

"...It seems like you need to rewind. Can you call out your goddess to remind us?"

"No, she can't stand it - it will be a little while, and after a long time, it is very likely that she will start to say something that no one can understand."

"Then I need to take the tape recorder," Lin Sanjiu replied in a hurry. While he was talking, he felt that his memory had once again had a tendency to drift away - she realized that they were almost Was forced to a dead end.

"No?" Spartan clicked on his temple and asked with a slight side.

"Come on," Lin Sanshui said sighingly. "I don't know if it is because the parasite has been active in my mind. It seems that the time I can keep my memory is getting shorter and shorter, I have to be right-"

"No, wait a minute." Spartan whispered to stop her - he looked up at the painter and gestured to Lin Sanjiu; she immediately understood what he meant, and the painter nodded, the humanoid special The item immediately sat down again and pulled out a blank canvas from his arms. He leaned over the easel so that the two could see the scene on the canvas in real time.

When he began to smear on the canvas, Lin Sanjiu took a low breath. The blond man whispered, "How are you, forget it?"

He did not get an echo. After a few seconds, Lin Sanshui slowly looked up and looked blank - she had just opened her mouth and had not spoken, and Spartan suddenly interrupted her: "Don't move, listen to me."

She was so hard that she had turned a little bit of her neck and looked at him and frowned.

Spartan’s voice was clear and low, and she told her the situation in the most concise way.

"Is there an impression? Well," he raised his finger at the tape recorder in the distance. "When you go to take it, pay attention to the movement of the mother on the canvas. I will start to remember your memory."

What if he forgets in the process of remembering the time?

Now obviously it is not a good time to talk about this matter; Lin Sanjiu depressed his doubts and looked at the canvas while rushing toward the recorder. On the canvas, the most inked is the mother. The brain is full of more than half. The earth cavity, but the dark red flesh color that belongs to it still continues to spread under the painter's pen, and it seems that it is almost touching the two small human figures.

She has experienced so many doomsday worlds, and it is the first time she has encountered such a situation: she can't look at her own enemies, she can't even think of fighting or attacking, and she can't even make a blast behind her. The mother is too large, [unfinished painting] can not **** it, Spartan's special items must be at the expense of personal injury; and the most pressing problem is that she flutters and disappears at any time. Memory.

This situation is not even the worst: at least the mother king did not release those purple-black worms, and they sucked them into their cracks.

Is there really a way to win?

She grabbed the recorder smoothly, slammed the button, and turned back. When Spartan rushed up and grabbed her arm, Lin San turned his head and said: "How, what? ?"

"Twelve seconds." When I looked closer, I realized that there was a faint sweat on his forehead, and a few wet blonde hairs fell, sparkling with a shimmer. This time Spartan's commentary was anxious and fast, like what was being chased by him - almost at the same time as his voice fell, he suddenly grabbed his forehead and sucked a sigh of relief from his teeth.

It was his turn to forget.

Every reminder can evoke a vague impression in their brains; but this impression is lighter than once, once more blurred. When Meme was still alive a few minutes ago, the memory deterioration of Lin Sanjiu was already very amazing.

The window left for them to act is shrinking.

"Ten, twelve seconds?" Spartan pressed his forehead and gasped. "You reminded me just now, at least... six or seven seconds?"

"Almost... We have to hurry to develop a strategy when we resume our memory next time," Lin Sanshui sighed with a deep sigh, because he was constantly fighting his own will, making her more annoyed. "Or else it will deteriorate at this speed, and there will always be times when we have forgotten the recording without listening to the recording."

Fortunately, they lost their memories at different points in time. They could still look at each other and prevent the other party from turning their heads back. When Lin San was once again awakened by memory, the artist also completed his painting. A piece of earth flew down from his feet and flew straight into the painting to fill it up; the two looked at the painting and suddenly became dumb.

On the canvas outside the soil, a dark red brain that is almost too big for people to breathe is tightly attached to the back of the two, and a deep crack is opened in the shadows. Memna was a thin, almost invisible body, leaving only a thin side.

From the vivid and vivid paintings, there is only a single arm between them and the cracks in the mother.

Even at this point, they still couldn’t raise the idea of ​​hurting it a little bit; the biggest fight they could make was to run to the distance. The painter seemed to be shocked, hurriedly rolled up the easel, picked up the bucket, and followed suit.

The two stopped in the shadow behind the container, and finally took a breath; this tone did not wait for the change, followed by Lin San wine once again ushered in amnesia.

The parasite in her head seems to have also embarrassed her repeated confrontation - this time when she was in a stunned moment, she had a moment, thinking that she was separated from the gift package and the soul queen, just from the data stream. The library is transferred.

"...remembered?" A familiar voice asked in the ear.

Lin San’s wine smashed his eyes and suddenly grabbed his arm: “I might have a way to deal with the mother!”

"what?"

"This method can't be used even if I think about it early... Give me all your weapons," she whispered. "And then I want you to repeat a description of my ability!"

Spartan did not hesitate to squat all the auctions in the arsenal on the ground, and piled up a lot of people.

"The situation... the situation is not the same, I don't know if it will work, but I can only try it!" Lin Sanjiu rushed to Spartan before he lost another memory, and he slammed the sigh of relief. - The other party was obviously taken aback and looked at Lin San, who was slowly confused by his eyes. For a few seconds, he did not say anything.

"It turns out that you know that person," he whispered, perhaps because he realized what was going to happen, and the voice sounded a little trembling. "You have the ability to turn corpses into dolls and let them attack freely...that is, the ability of the puppet teacher at the beginning."

[Pygmalion collar] has a full duration of five minutes, which is too long for Lin San’s poor memory; Spartan reached out and touched her neck and stayed on the bandage for a few seconds. Nodded and continued: "You want to make Mem's headless body... a doll, let him take a weapon and attack the mother for us."

When she suddenly understood the situation, she couldn't help but utter a trembling syllable from her throat. "The dolls have no headless dolls," Spartan's voice is like the wind behind the ears. It sounds far and distant: "So...we can only pray that they don't run their bodies on the head like people. It’s up."

Lin Sanji closed his eyes tightly, not knowing that he still had a few seconds left. But before her memory disappeared, she heard a regular footstep, moving from far and near, step by step to the direction of the container - as if it were a century long, as if it were only a breath The footsteps have come to the two.

She slowly opened her eyes and saw a thin, thin body in front of her eyes—no head, only empty shoulders; the break was covered with messy flesh and clothing, and it looked black and faint without realism.

Mem, who lost his head, still paused and bent down like he was alive, and chose a long black battle bag from a pile of hill-like weapons.

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