Doomsday Wonderland

Lin San wine walked around the iron gate for a little half a circle, and soon realized what kind of trap she had stepped into.

... she looked back.

The long-legged body gradually cools down in the night wind, and the outline is as stiff as the chill; the fake "Meihe" also loses its human form and re-distributes into a pile of corpses. The two supported each other and leaned against each other, forming a black shadow on the ground in the distance.

Under her gaze, the dark hill suddenly moved.

The scalloped sarcoma took a head; it moved out a little under the long foot, and when it was growing up in the body, it seemed to go up again - far away, like a heavy Big tires for trucks.

Lin Sanjiu looked at it, and his hand slipped silently into a curved silver light.

"Forget it," the sarcoma slowly rolled away from the heap of corpses, and turned in the direction of her, and immediately stopped. The voice that belongs to Mei Lan is gradually disappearing from its scorpion: "... Even if you took out a weapon, do you think you can lie to me?"

Lin Sanjiu did not answer.

The sarcoma smiled awkwardly, not close, but rolled out to the rear; under the dim light, its skin was undulating and embossed, as if there were countless small things that would burst from inside. of.

"I am leaving," he said in a near sweet voice: "I wish I had just fallen off from you, not a strangely fallen species. But this is no way, when outside. I have no confidence to beat you."

If it has a shoulder, its tone makes people feel that it will shrug: "You are a very lucky person. Every time I plunder a creature, I have to digest it for a while before I can plunder the next time. So I can't do it now. How are you going, and you are coming in yourself. It’s a pity."

In other words, the longevity of life has changed its temporary security... Is that true?

If you know a lot, you must be angry enough?

Lin Sanjiu wanted to smile, but he fell to the ground with no time to fall. This was not even expected by her own, just like the legs were suddenly pulled out of the bones. As she lifted her head against the ground, the sarcoma in the distance seemed to have become smaller, and it was more obscured by the dim; when no one stared at it, it seemed to move faster.

"Even if my physical strength is drained, I can't use evolutionary power," she barely sat up straight, staring at the big sarcoma that had receded into the darkness a little bit: "...had you forgotten? I still There are special items."

"Oh, yes," the sarcoma responded almost like a laugh, and the sound began to be a bit unclear. "Special items... they won't be long for you. You should cherish it."

It doesn't seem to be afraid of what it will take, and it is broken into pieces from this distance.

Lin Sanji shuddered and stretched out his hands. The idea of ​​"calling out the card" was repeated in his mind - no one could be lifted by Spartan's weapon, but no matter what the thought resounded. How many times, her empty hands are always pale in the night, like a vain shadow.

... Yes, to take out her special items, she must first use evolutionary power.

The use of evolutionary ability requires physical strength; unfortunately, in this open space, all her physical strength was drained and exhausted, leaving only her dry shell like a dry river bed.

"Why is this so hard?" The sarcoma said in a distant voice, like a sigh and a smile: "In your current state, shouldn't you want me to leave early?"

She can hear that her breathing is getting heavier and heavier; the force field on this open space is far heavier and stronger than the outside - this is like the power that can distort the human soul, like a dark night, silently close to people A poisonous snake on the heel, only approached when it was most unexpected, and then slammed the fangs and the venom deep into the skin.

"You, after you leave," Lin Sanqu is panting and saying that every word is a difficult task. "... will someone come?"

"of course."

The monster sat in the shadow and simply responded. "But they won't come very quickly, you can rest assured."

Lack of strength is like the lack of air, so that my mind seems to have raised a thick fog, blurring her thinking. She had to think for a moment and then asked with a few words: "--Why, why?"

"Why?" The sarcoma smiled clearly this time. "Do you still ask?"

In the following words, the words are clear, soft and cruel.

"You have already walked into the center of the force field yourself. You still don't understand? You sit here for a while, think about life, think about the stars..." It giggled. "It won't take a while, you will I feel that my physical strength is coming back. Your past evolutionary power may disappear, you will gain new abilities, new appearances... After all, you are an evolutionary person, and the potential of ordinary people is different. You will be a Very sweet new fruit. Maybe at that time, you will like your new form."

Lin San wine is on the ground, watching it getting farther and farther - if she has any little strength, she will rush up and escape the ghost place along the road she left; but the only thing she can do now It is a slight tremor of the eyelids.

Surrounded by high-rise walls, the iron gates, where can the sarcoma go?

If she keeps staring at the direction in which it disappears and climbs it a little bit, will she earn some life?

She thought of it and tried to raise her head - in the place where the sarcoma had spoken to her, there was only a dark mist of darkness. It was the same as the one behind the door, and it disappeared into the night without disappearing.

Lin San wine should have been shocked or disappointed; but any strong emotions must be physically supported to fluctuate.

She just looked at the distant night and then slowly closed her eyes.

"...you have a long horn."

It seemed as if it was a long, short, unconscious darkness, and it was suddenly agitated by these four words; Lin San’s wine opened his eyes and faintly saw a figure bowing her head toward her, sinking black on her. Only the outline of the body was dyed with a faint silver edge by the light that did not know where it was lit.

She stared blankly at the figure against the light - long angle? really?

"Fake." The man sighed low and whirls in the breath with the aroma and warmth of the fig after being sun-dried. One hand reached into Lin San wine cellar and lifted her up.

"This kind of thing is fighting alone," Spartan said softly in her ear. It was unclear who's hair was scattered on the skin of the two people, contaminated with burning heat. "Not for you."