Surprise! The Supposed Talent Show Was Actually–?!

Witch Jane opened her eyes and saw the "teammates” roll over in a slippery spot. The color of the gods is even more empty.

Standing in front of the door, contrary to the virtual light effect, the floating scene brings out the dark gold-plated shadow, a big aim behind the back, a light/machine/gun, even if you can't see the expression, the pressure is strong.

He was noticed only by thin fire.

Witch Jane had a poor sense of shooting and prediction. At this time, she was foolish about being poisoned by butterflies, and couldn't find the presence of a third person.

Weishi snapped and walked into the copy room. The aim is right behind the elbow, within reach. As he walked, he rolled up his sleeves, revealed his muscular arms, and his explosive fist--

The light fire-breathing crisis sensed and he did not hesitate to raise his hand and surrender: "Brother! Say something! ”

The guard suddenly swept up his hand and raised his selfie pole to light fire, and walked to the witch.

Witch Jane blinked and looked at him silly.

“Hands." The guard indicated.

Witch Jane clenched out her paws and caught her pulse in the palm of a rough, hot palm. Weishi asked as he guessed, "How much do you remember? Do you know who you are? ”

Witch Jane shook her head and thought she might be a little prince of butterflies that could turn butterflies into fairy balls. But I can only think about it in my heart.

The guardian shouted, "How much is 12 times 31? ”

Witch Jane swallowed her mouth: “372. ”

Thin fire transmission: “!!!” He took a slight meal and immediately came up to set it close: “Little witches are good at arithmetic. They can do arithmetic even if they're stupid...”

After clearance, the toxin dispersed. Witch Jane recovered a little bit. She heard the complaint: “I'm not stupid...”

The gaze of the guard then swept cold and cold on the thin flame, the thin flame slip backwards and backwards two steps, the back of the spine is cold, the heart growls - silly, let no one say, the powder of the mother is powerful to protect short!

Think about it and think about it. It's a good opportunity.

At this time, all three were left alone. It would be better to form a temporary team. This knockout map is very evil, I've only got a map marked “17” so far, this big brother in front of me... although I'm a little overactive as a fan, it's obviously strong.

The threesome is like a strong bond... oh not a pair of legs with a glance... thin man and single mother with little fools...

The thinner the fire, the more satisfied you want to be, and you're just waiting to say that you can't see the big brother leading the witch turning around.

Light fires rushed: “Witch! Big brother...”

The bodyguard turns his head, Yomo has no temperature in sight, and the eye contour is even deeper and more appalling. This is the first time he's seen a thin fire coming in.

The thin fire only felt cold in his right hand, and he just tried to hold Witch Jane's palm and stand up with sweat hair on his back.

The thin flame quickly dropped the selfie stick, and Jane took out her own map: “I have a good one here...”

The guard gently twisted his fingers together. Light fire choking, “2”, "3”, “5”, “8” all have more map numbers to play poker! And then the thin fire-breathing eyeballs stare out--

The witch Jane, who swallowed it slowly in the back, was held up by her brothers!

Witch Jane raised her little round face. When she slowly looked at the guard, she smiled slightly when she looked up and revealed that she had no aggressive little white teeth.

The guard took the little fool and threw down a sentence before leaving: “Turn left in the second room, have aim. ”

Light fires flashed, followed by ecstasy. Aim! I raid myself sniper double/repair, missing the sniper is simply losing the right arm of my left arm.

The big brother also had a little fun, he was forced to hold hands to fry CP, his brawl - the bastard rice is horrible, his little hand staring at Aidou is probably long overdue.

People's powder accompanied the event, this person simply accompanied the game, the big brother's hands did not do anything to mix in to be an practitioner...

“Ding-dong” prompted the sound, and the thin fire finally looked in the direction of the two eyes disappearing, quickly moving to the left. The second room is certainly not an S-grade copy and is highly likely to be targeted.

The thin fire wave looked out the door and suddenly the pupils shrunk!

Artificial rainwater rushed down, genetically modified chrysanthemums hung on the banana leaves and were emulsified by rainwater. The whole room seems to be their incubator, and rainwater contains some kind of fatty acid glycerides...

Light flames touch your face in a daze.

Also emulsified are their own foundations, eyeshadows, mineral dust --

Removed makeup.

The light fired a terrible cry and quickly threw away the selfie stick: “You XX bastard must report! Just hold hands! You wait! Dad, sooner or later I'll get the place back...!! ”

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Witch Jane followed the guard and went out. The dim light in the corridor opened his eyes.

With a slight side of his head, he saw two amber eyeballs glittering, because he was poisoned silly in between or in a round.

The guard straightened the gun off the stupid rabbit's back and threw it in his arms: “Hold it. ”

Muscat's nerve toxin can only paralyze the prey for half an hour, and the symptoms of Witchcraft will disappear in a short period of time, with sequelae lasting two or three days - related to personal willpower.

At this time, Witch Jane is clearly disconnected from the arena. Outside of Kamikaze, common therapies can stimulate consciousness regression through a patient's usual objects.

At this time, however, the witch grabbed the gun - apparently strange, strangled it with one hand, dragged the handle with one hand, and carried it on her back to her head.

The guard pushed open the door at the end of the corridor and looked at him thinking, “Remember what you came to do? ”

Witch Jane nodded and said happily: “Boys... main dance! ”

The guard lit the gun with his chin: "What is this? ”

"Guitar! ”

"…”

The copy door was opened, filled with gloomy light, like a white bone of a skeleton lying on a birch tree and simulating a butterfly.

Wei Shi vacated a place, indicating that Witch Jane sat in.

“If this happens in the future, hide yourself first.” The guard swerved the handle of the gun, ordering.

Still too weak.

Witch Jane nodded and pulled herself to the back of the bunker and stuffed herself. Turning around when she saw the guard, she couldn't help but say: “So... where are you going? ”

“Clear the field.” The guardian stood high and looked at the inconsequential rabbit sperm.

Witch Jane shook the gun in her hand: "Well... I'm here to tune it! ”

The guardian nodded and gave superficial respect to the foolish male players.

Gunshots burst out and the light burst beneath the birch tree. Witch Jane flipped out of the map again and wrote a painting on the back. As soon as Weshifu returned, he saw the witch Jane waiting for her.

“The song is written! ”

The guard emptied the luggage box and saw Witch Jane adjusting the mirror there. Witch Jane couldn't tune before she was stupid. There was absolutely no reason to suddenly understand after she was stupid.

Witch Jango didn't actually hold the gun and said, “The guitar is broken. ”

The guardian shouted, “Then sing. ”

The man dropped the machine gun, and when the gun was fired, the dust and gravel were lifted. The stiff left arm clamped the bullet chain to the gun body, and when he lowered his head, he could clearly see the muscle contour of the neck, and his eyes did not absorb.

After watching for half a day, Witch Jane suddenly came along and said, "You look great. ”

Sit next to him. Witch Jane inhaled her nose and smelled light blood. Obviously not a man, but a prey of his men.

The guardian said, “I can't sing yet. ”

Witch Jane nodded quickly.

Juveniles cleared their voices in the gloomy jungle. The bodyguard sat lazily beside him and looked at the map in his hand. The camera next to the headlamp was "inadvertently” damaged during the earlier battle, but the seat was superb --

Looking down from the top, you can see a man's arm resting on a bunker where Jane is hiding, like holding a man in his arms.

At the moment of Witch Jane's opening, Horseman's eyes fluttered and his gaze shifted away from the map.

The teenager's voice is clear, gentle and free of punctures and is clearly professionally trained. The tone of the opening is low, gradually rising like a folk song, more like a slow stream than the fierce pop music.

“Butterfly at gunpoint ~ Red tomato ~ Soft? ~ Kids Day with you ~ Oh, how fierce ~”

"…”

Unconscious witch Jane has obviously lost the most basic lyrical logic, and her subconscious can barely constrain rhymes.

The lyrics are useless except rhyming.

Yet the tune is somehow soft.

The guardian's eyes moved and finally endured.

Witch Jane sings a song and her eyes shine bright.

“Not bad," he said. ”

Witch Jane immediately slipped her nose in the face, pointing to the machine/gun that had been sitting beside her for a long time: “Can I sing with your guitar? ”

The guard threw the gun at the stupid rabbit.

The amber pupil immediately smiled into the moon teeth, and Witch Jane rejoiced and asked for the sniper/shooter/gun when looking for the guard.

Then it's sniping/shooting/rifling/guns...

Before he had finished all the material disaster of his guard, the man suddenly said, “Almost. ”

Witch Jane was confused: “What...”

“Come here."

Witch Jane Maize fell over and continued to hide. Jomo sat still for too long. For a moment, the shaking brain seemed to have numerous messes coming out.

“Remember your name?” The guardian gazed at the silly rabbit.

Witch Jane said: “Witch... Witch Jane...” His expression suddenly stifled: “How am I here - Big Brother?! ”

Chimie, every little cutie! Don't stay up late! Sleep early!!!!