The trumpet sounded, the inside of the copy was instantly burned by the fierce ceiling light, and the extreme cold turned into a melting spring, trance like the coming of heaven.
Witch Jane grabbed the arm of the rifle/gun and squeezed it out of her coffin, rubbing it past the bullet in the slash.
In the face, the trumpet blows is salvation; in the copy, it is undoubtedly the beginning of a new round of war.
The coffins scattered in the centre of the replica forced the players, who were already far apart, to come together in a difficult environment where they could barely live in peace until the extreme cold was lifted - the battle of the White Blade triggered.
Witch Jane was breathing fast and quickly incorporated the surrounding situation into her eyes at the moment of changing the bunker.
There are still about 19 players standing, and there are eight or nine silver and white lifeboats scattered around the grounds.
It can be inferred from the sound of the shots just made, mostly, from a single pen.
Witch Jane had a slight meal.
Twenty meters away, that weird practitioner was totally out of control.
Not only did he prejudge the appearance of the security zone earlier than he himself, but he also incarnated a human turret when everyone panicked, shooting a big shot with a basic rifle/gun.
If there was a choice, Witch Jane would never compete with him at the beginning of the game.
But the distance of 20 meters —— far beyond the alert threshold.
Five minutes ago, since the two men infiltrated from the opposite direction, coincidentally making the same prediction, coincidentally choosing the same security zone, and coincidentally spreading fire at the same time, they were doomed to continue to fight in this coffin-lined Hell of Shura.
Opposite, the gunpoint opened fire suddenly.
Witch Jane's core tightened to the extreme, and he rolled over and staggered the bullet, then quickly lit up the chamber!
Even the 300APM superdivine opposite hand speed will be limited by the program's initial weapon equipment. The Clawson show equipped the player with a weapon similar to a fur/ser/rifle, shooting too slowly, 8 rounds in 10 seconds.
In other words, in the next 1.25 seconds, this safe area will be the home of the Witchcraft.
He glanced slightly and went in the direction he had just lit up.
Failure.
Witch Jane paused, not falling in love with the war and hiding behind. A second passed and the opposite came again.
The witch Jane, who was preparing to dodge her cat's waist backwards to the right, stopped and her right knee panicked to the left.
Round three, round four.
If Witch Jane still had the strength to fight a few minutes ago, she was almost dead by now.
Vintage rifles/guns slowed down to 1.8 seconds/shot after multiple firings, making the crisis worse.
Witch Jane's brain was blank, and no matter how she predicted, every shot across the street would force him to change his strategy. He even had the implicit illusion that the opponent was more like playing chess than shooting--
On the other hand, he became viciously surrounded by black dragons. He couldn't retreat from the game and was just one step away from the death.
It's not science!
Witch Jane was nearly cut off from the road and the alarm rang in her heart. How can there be such coincidences in the world that all of their ideas are under each other's control? Even before the trumpet sounds, the predictions and choices of each person are precisely snapped together.
This understanding makes him instantly creepy and bloody, if both are teammates ——
Too bad they're opponents now.
Copy of the light dimmed again.
Witch Jane raised her head slightly, and the angel statue in the middle of the sky was blurred by five officials, staring quietly at everything under her feet in the dark, and the temperature dropped again to the ice point.
If he continues to fight hard across the street - under fire pressure - he will have no possibility of hiding in the security zone.
In the dark, the teenager lowered his chin and sweat almost froze on his protective clothing, making a stiff noise as his strength approached an overrun dodging motion.
Closed eyes open again, but are brighter than before. Amber pupils print few invisible lights and the vision is cold and bright at the low end. He has only one option left.
You can't back up, you can only go in.
If the purpose of the opponent is to force him out of the coffin in front of him - then he runs out with fire and grabs the coffin across the street.
Witch Jane is no longer on the gun. Hiding behind the bunker, he quickly calmed down and loaded, suddenly stopping before he was about to step out. Two cards were pulled out by him quickly and stuffed quietly into the fine seams under the bunker.
His odds are not high, and if the card is taken from the other side - any advantage will become a pressure on Zoe to advance.
Right wrist terminal shows 244 survivors.
At this point, the copy is close to 20 degrees centigrade again, many players are already hiding in the coffin, the back heel is the shot to seize the opportunity, suddenly, the copy burst into a blast.
Right now.
Witch Jane did not hesitate to rush out from behind the bunker, like a rushed rabbit, three or two times to jump over and bite.
The rifle/gun is caught between his right hand and the curve of his arm, pressing the trigger with a reddish right finger, and the bright coffin in the field of view appears, followed by the opponent who finally heads up--
The gunshots went off.
Three rounds of hard-boiled bullets were fired by the witch Jane, and the barrel burned to the point of burning the hand. Witch Jane, a dwarf has touched the coffin.
There's no response across the street!
As soon as Witch Jane's eyes lit up, she pulled the coffin plate and squeezed it in, pounding her face down into it, and the warm coffin seemed to thaw her body in the cold winter heater ——
“Knock, knock, knock."
Witch Jane was stiff. The banging came from the right side, making him fall again like an ice cellar. He stood there and didn't dare move. On the right was the direction the opponent had just appeared, but he was clearly aiming for...
Coffin right.
Drop your gun and raise your eyebrows and look at the raging witches in the coffin.
Just now, he was forced to rush, Zhang Dance Claw wanted to bite, and without thinking of a fake move, he was deceived to be vigilant. He couldn't help but immediately build a nest in the coffin and rub the rabbit's hair warm and baked.
Probably frozen hard.
The guard knocked on the coffin twice more.
The witch with her face facing down finally raised her head and stayed in the direction, looking at the divine tangle, like a little white rabbit hesitating to open the door to the big gray wolf, but he quickly reacted, and the coffin plate was still on the ground--
And second of all, there's no door here.
Witch Jane took a sip of cool air and held the gun carefully, looking slowly and slowly to the right.
The cocoon-filled hand held to his right, with wide, rough fingers, as if the extreme cold outside the safe zone was not affecting it at all.
The man standing in front of him lowered his head slightly, his ripe breath softened the stiff back of Witch Jane, and the tiny curly hair, which had originally shivered from Cesar, suddenly popped, fluffing up--
The sound of the radish gun “touching” fell into the coffin.
Witch Jane looked up stunned and remained silent: “Big brother?! ”
Outside the coffin, the frost and strength weathered into a cold, hard blade into the field of view, the little round face that will be re-warmed by the safety zone will freeze again, but the witch witch did not notice, just glanced at it like a demon.
The man stood in front of the teenager, holding the rifle/gun he had just used to hit the rabbit, and the five officers seemed to be carved out of the wind cream, deep and cold, daunting.
Witch Jane suddenly reacted, pounding twice and running out of the coffin: “Brother, I'll find another one...”
The air at 20 degrees below the bones of the human body, Witch Jane just took a deep breath and was squeezed by the rough palms of her hands. The guardian's hands were dry and warm, and the bright man was standing in the cold, but not affected by the temperature at all.
The man's eyes shrugged and threw the man back into the coffin, then followed him with his long legs.
Witch Jane: “…!!! ”
At this time, the copy was pitch black, the small coffin squeezed two people, the original warm, baked teenager's milk sugar flavor was dispersed, the heavens and the earth were covered with men's burning breath.
Witch Jane shrunk herself hard, still uncontrolled and the boss clashed against her knees, her heart rate suddenly intensified.
The next second, Wencheng pressed the rabbit sperm with one hand and pushed the coffin board up with one hand, and for a moment the man lay on his shoulder with the witch Jane--
The coffin slammed shut, blocking the Clawson show.
The field of vision is suddenly dim.
The two were too close.
Witch Jane seemed to have been dangerously coerced and retracted again, but her body softened unconsciously, and his attention was grabbed by the man in front of her.
The guard was like a hot furnace, flashing like lava as it approached, silently burning at the opposite knee and shoulder crossing. Witch Jane's frozen limbs warm up one by one, and her eartips turn uncontrollably quiet red.
In the coffin, the two rabbit claws shrunk backwards silently, trying not to ice the Big--
The guard suddenly reached out and pressed the person into his arms.
“Cold?” said the man with no expression on his face: “Hold it cold. ”
"" No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
The guardian's arms were wrapped around the shoulders, and Witch Jane had almost no resistance and was consciously pulling forward under her rear-pulling paws.
Witch Jane: “!!! ”
After a few strokes of rabbit claws in the dark, there was no enemy duress, and a bang leaned against the guard's chest.
Witch Jane's eyes stared blindly, her subconscious hands shrunk, but she was undoubtedly held by the man: "Don't be ridiculous. ”
The man's voice was slightly dull, carrying aggressive hormones that instantly turned the witch's head down.
When the witch Jane reacted, the little round face rubbed red.
She was pulling herself in the arms of an octopus, like a hard-boiled hot water bag. Ming Ming Soul wanted to sleep with her ears up, but Reasonable but ashamed of herself, Guocheng made a rabbit ball.
Not only did I not just win the gun, I also robbed the Big Man's safety zone, and -- also used the Big Man as a hot water bag!!
The inside of the coffin is so small that they can almost both hear each other's heartbeat.
Big man, dance, witch Jane, dance with me.
Big Brother jump one more time, witch Jane jumps two times.
Big...
The guardian said softly: "Nervous? ”
Witch Jane stumbled and stumbled, her mind flashed to find the topic: "... Brother, are we counting or counting as a team against the rules..."
Defense time: “Hands over, not counting. ”
Witch Jane was stunned, suddenly reacting, suddenly enlightened.
Clawson Show Studio.
The little play watching the surveillance startled me to say: “How… will two players be less than 10 cm away? ”
And the director, who was on the side, immediately turned his head and said, "What the hell? Oh, that copy of the trial deck. Look at their battle record. ”
Data flashes in the Fluorescent screen.
The coach waved, “No problem. After so long, I had to fight into the coffin to figure it out. The space is so small, no one dares to shoot. Just let them stay inside. ”
Get to know the drama immediately.
The editor said again: “There's nothing to broadcast about this part of Black Gourd. We don't have enough people. Don't waste time here. Explore the highlights of all players rather than staring at the data? Understood?”
“10cm is nothing to report unless two players are minus 10cm away - oops, keep watching the surveillance. Pay special attention to the well entertainment, after which there is expected to be a good play..."
Little theater business looked red and nodded.
Clawson show, judgment panel room.
A copy before the trumpet blows is like a long night, outside the coffin is a hell of a cold, but inside the coffin is hot as summer.
The frozen Witch Jane finally warms up and gradually recovers her line of sight after adjusting to the light.
In the squishy space, the big man's chin rests on his little soft hair, and his gaze down is the muscle curve of a man's shoulder plagiarism.
Witch Jane forced herself to retract her gaze and looked up slightly, touching the man's cold, hard lower line, slightly moving throat and lifted lips.
Big men never seem to laugh, but they have an extremely oppressive sexiness when they look cold.
If the Big Brother hadn't been a runaway show player a thousand years ago, he could have become a star for 10,000 people... No! Boss is not a trainee. Boss is the armed leader of Floating City! Unfortunately, the 21st century is a harmonious society, so the big man can be a handsome special forces...
Unfrozen from the cold, the rabbit's mind floated, thinking about the big man's employment a millennium ago, he didn't even notice the little curly hair rubbing on the man's chin.
Witch Jane looked up again.
The big man looks so good... the corner of his mouth looks so good... the uniform looks so good... much better than XXX in the XX movie...
He suddenly had a meal.
There was an uncontrolled little film coming out of his head that Caesar passed on to him, and the captain and his deputy kissed each other enthusiastically ——
Witch Jane:!!!
Witch Jane: Stop! Do not disperse! You can't compare secretly! No!!!
Witch Jane: Can't think! That's the boss! It's your brother! Stop! Stop! Stop! You're out of your mind! You're out of your mind!
In the dark, the guard seemed to feel something. Looking down at the freshly covered rabbit sperm: “Hmm? What is it?”
Thank you, however, for choosing the silent rocket ~
Thank you Ghost Crystal, Mi Erjiakjbc, Bermuda Grenade ~
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White slept until 3: 00 pm!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Something's wrong with my head!