Doomsday Wonderland

The war between the package and the data body must not be over.

The reason for this is not because Ji Shanqing’s voice is weak and low – but because Lin San’s wine once again raised the last doubt.

The person at the other end of the liaison...it doesn't seem to be a gift pack.

"Hey?" The voice that was unmistakable and indeed belonged to Ji Shanqing was gently raised.

Lin Sanjiu's body weight is now hanged on the rope by a single arm, and the muscles are constantly shaking, as if every second is about to exhaust. She can't change hands - the square liaison can only be held in her arms by one of her hands, and it's so smooth that there is no place to hang it - as long as a keeper is closed, it and The sound of the gift bag will disappear together.

"Sister, are you listening?" The breeze stroked the soft voice of the water, and the tail sounded slightly like a fish. This is an almost invisible detail, only the people who are very familiar with the package know that he does not have this habit when he speaks.

"Yes, yes, I am listening."

Every word of Lin San wine is very difficult to spit. Fortunately, what she urgently needs is strength. She is in desperate need of an ability to get rid of her current predicament. As long as the other person can speak and let her Pygmalion collar start, she still has hope from this deep hole. Get away. She must not let the other party know now that she has noticed that he is not a gift pack.

... Of course, if the person at the end of the contact is willing to help her.

"My injury is not serious. But how do you sound strange? It seems to be very difficult." This is the voice of the gift bag, but it is the tone he has never had before - the words are subtle and messy and sloppy.

"Rite, gift package," Lin San wine's arm is more and more unable to support, she can feel that she is slipping a little. The rough rope rubbed against the palm and scratched her skin, but the panic was far deeper than the pain. "You can say a word to me quickly and quickly!"

"What to say?" The other side raised the tail again, this time is pure doubt.

"Follow me, I have the ability to make a small swallow, right now!"

“Small swallow?”

Ji Shanqing — or, the person who pretends to be a gift pack — has been silent for a few seconds and seems to be speculating about the situation at hand. Lin Sanjiu can even guess his mind: once he finds himself in danger, he can only get away with a word; he will then hesitate to save himself.

After all, she is the enemy's "sister."

What is the purpose of his pretending to be a gift package to contact himself? What do you want from her? How did you get the contact? The sound is exactly the same as the gift package, is it because he analyzed the gift package?

It’s just a moment, there are a lot of frightening questions flashing through my mind. However, all the problems can be discussed later. Only the tendency of her to slide down the rope little by little is the most urgent and dangerous thing at the moment. Lin Sanjiu could not help but scream at the contactor: "Quickly say !"

She has never been so mad at Ji Shanqing.

"Is the sister very anxious?" The person at the other end of the contactor seemed to be surprised by the noise. Even if he guessed that Lin Sanjiu was in danger, his voice was still so light and windy: "I know, I said yes."

Muscles are trembling, sore, and powerless. It seems that this arm is not going to be your own. Lin Sanjiu was anxious, and the breathing was heavy again. He put his nails into the rope and couldn't help but make a low sigh.

The half-second that the contactor calmed down felt longer than a year.

She can almost feel that the other party is playing with her.

"...your ability is to let the small swallow."

Finally, the liaison in my arms made this statement in the dark.

Lin Sanjiu sighed with a sigh of relief and almost slipped off the rope because of this slackness; she was shocked and hurriedly slammed her legs and slammed the rope again – then her heart sank Going on, as if to fall into the abyss from the body.

The [Pygmalion Collar] on the neck did not heat up.

"No - no," she bit her teeth, her breath intermittently, and even her speech was very difficult: "No! No heat!" The last word almost became a scream under pressure.

“No heat?” The speed of the gift pack has increased. “Are you talking about the collar?”

He knows even the collar!

The arm was burnt like a fire, and Lin Sanjiu couldn't support it. He bit the rope and let it lie between the teeth. Her bite force is just normal, even with a pair of teeth, it still does not relieve the burden of many arms.

Just listen to the liaison in your arms and mutter: "Have you used this small swallowing ability?"

Nonsense, of course not! Lin San wine replied in the heart of the land.

"Hey, is this description too general?"

Lin Sanshui’s eyes brightened and he quickly released his teeth and shouted: “Yes, it must be this reason! Come and say soon!”

"Sister, you specifically use the liaison to find me to say this, instead of looking for someone around you... is it because the situation is really urgent?"

The opposite voice asked quietly.

Lin Sanjiu did not answer. She would rather use the two seconds to bite the rope.

"Tell me, what do you want to swallow, I can come up with a more appropriate description."

"I, I am in an abyss, hanging on a rope," she didn't know if telling her that her situation was a wise decision, but she had no choice: "I suspect it is a special item with me." It's something of the same nature... but, but that special item is too small, I need to let it swallow this - ah!"

She didn't finish a word, and the arm suddenly seemed to be cut off from the brain, and suddenly it was released without warning. In a scream, Lin San wine fell straight down, and the intense heartbeat suddenly filled her ears.

When she reluctantly regained her senses from the stiffness and re-stretched her hand to the backpack, it was too late, even after a few seconds. She has always been intuitive, and her instincts are telling her that the bottom of the abyss, which has swallowed paper cranes and lotions, is infinitely close to her.

Is that over?

Fake [Capability Grinding Agent] flew out of the trouser pocket and swung in the field of view above her; silver light swiftly swayed in the dark abyss, reflecting the reflection of a few tears from the faint light There was no flash in the middle. It is also strange to say that between the flash of lightning before the death, only this scene seems to slow down.

"……sister?"

She still holds the contact, and the sound of the package sounds ambiguous in the blood and thunder of heartbeat. Lin Sanjiu released his arm and let the contacter fall into the black belt. Immediately, she will go to the same place with it.

... Then she felt that her neck was hot.