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Chapter 320 Fan Meeting

Mehta and Tomogo crossed the chaotic area, but the intensity of those bombers was quite high, and the two were harassed along the way, which was very annoying.

"Are they really not at all risking their lives? Even Bai Cang dare not adopt such a bold plan." Meta said speechlessly.

Every time the explosion is absorbed, there are always some strange residues left behind.

Being a Bomberman isn't scary, what's scary is that these people enjoy being Bombermans.

They are even willing to put on these exotic clothes and pose in various novel poses to welcome the light and heat.

"Brother Meta, wait a minute." Brother Tomu was also bored.

These bombers wanted to come to have fun with Brother Dome. He scolded him several times in the group, but as expected of himself, the more he scolded, the more vigorous he became. Now there is already a group of Bomber Wan Yi who spontaneously condenses into something called "Duomu" Muge fan meeting", they want to rush over to hug Tamuge.

I can't continue to toss about it. After the fan meeting comes, it is not certain what will happen to Brother Tome. The Meta brother next to him probably won't be able to eat.

So he stopped Mehta.

"what happened?"

"Come over here." Brother Duomu led Meta into a nearby tent, quickly rummaged through the tent under Meta's puzzled gaze, and randomly took some cloth and crumpled it into a ball.

"What are you doing?" Mehta asked.

"I just saw that someone from the Fallen Brotherhood was not targeted by those bombers." Duo Muge lied without changing his expression.

In fact, Jeffrey is some distance away from the two of them, but it doesn't matter if the situation is so chaotic and Brother Dome uses it as an excuse.

"Is there such a thing? Can you see why he wasn't listed as a target?" Seeing Tomuko's actions, Mehta immediately realized.

"That's right, I guess the key is this!" Brother Dome picked up the improvised "unicorn" that he made at hand, which was too shabby to look at directly.

Mehta was silent for a while: "Although I don't know what those bombers think, but personally, looking at this thing will only make me feel inexplicable."

"Then you make it look better?"

"I'll give it a try." Mehta stepped forward to rummage through the cloth, "Even if it's a temporary one, you should at least choose something nice and bright with a uniform color. If you don't know, you might think that your unicorn was fished out of a chemical factory. of."

"You try it before you talk!" Brother Tomu hugged his unicorn unhappily.

Although he himself hated it when he first made it, Mehta's slander made him suddenly start to cherish this ugly thing.

Soon, Mehta fiddled with a red unicorn, although it was also cheap and ugly, but it was much better than Tomogo's.

"How is it?" Mehta asked.

Tomoko fell silent.

There was a mocking voice in my head.

Damn me, why do you think he would be reduced to such a state!

"But are you sure it will work?"

"If it's useful, you'll make a lot of money. Do you still want to race against those bombers?" Brother Tomu said coldly in a bad mood.

"Come on, don't be angry, drink some wine first." Mehta took out a jug of wine and drank it.

Brother Duomu ignored him at first, but when he moved his nose, he suddenly felt that the smell of the wine was not right.

"Hey, your jug ​​of wine and the one you gave me are a bit of poor quality." Brother Dome grabbed Mehta's wrist and said.

"Uh, is there such a thing?" Meta broke out in a cold sweat.

The two quarreled for a while to relieve the mood of being chased by the bomber, and then took their unicorns on the road.

As soon as they got out of the tent, several bombers wandering around saw the two of them at a glance.

"It's the Hundred Eyes Crosstalk Team!"

"I'm a fan of yours! Let's have some more jokes from the Baimu Sect!"

"What is the Baimu Crosstalk Group!" Mehta complained.

The corners of Dome's eyes twitched.

The two immediately raised the "unicorn" in their hands.

After the bombers saw it, they gradually stopped in their tracks, with suspicious expressions on their heavily made-up faces.

Brother Meta looked at them vigilantly, sweating profusely, and was a little surprised when he realized that he hadn't rushed over: "Is it really useful?"

Brother Dome nodded silently.

Wan, a group of bombers in front of him, also secretly desires.

"Are these two things unicorns?"

"The one in Meta's hand is the red rabbit, but where is the unicorn!"

"A red unicorn is also a unicorn!"

"Indeed, what about Brother Tamu's hand?"

"This...um, donkey?"

"Insulting the donkey."

"Let's have horns, what if he counts?"

"Oh, forget it, let's go."

With that said, the Bombers seemed to have finally reached a conclusion.

Brother Tamu watched them pretending in silence.

After the discussion, they came up in a friendly manner.

Mehta was still vigilant, but he saw that although these bombers approached, the energy on their bodies did not react violently, so there was no intention of exploding.

Then a Bomberman came over, reached out, and shook Mehta's hand.

Mehta: ?
The "fan meeting" seems to have really become a fan meeting.

Everyone shook hands one by one, and Mehta couldn't figure it out for a while and didn't dare to act rashly, for fear that these people would explode nearby.

He can also open the field to strengthen the absorption ability of the eyes to survive, but it is hard to say that there are many eyes.

So after more than a dozen bombers finished shaking hands one by one, Mehta didn't act rashly.

Then the bombers left.

Just left.

gone.

Really...just a handshake?
Mehta really didn't understand.

"Hey, let's go, why are you in a daze." Brother Tomu woke him up coldly.

"Oh oh oh."

The two of them became much more stable along the way.

After a moment of silence, Mehta asked, "Why didn't they shake your hand?"

Brother Tomu: "Ghost knows."

Mehta showed a funny smile: "Is it because I am more popular?"

"It's just that you look more clown."

"Don't be like this. In their eyes, we are already a group. It's great. If Bai Cang can't get along in the future, we will make our debut as a cross talk combination in the Silver and Gold Union. Chami hard!"

Brother Dome quickened his pace silently.

"I'm already thinking about what group name we should use for our debut." Mehta followed closely.

"Then I think it's more practical to practice the signature technique first."

"Well, that makes sense."

"It makes sense, a hammer, do business!"

……

The two came to the thrilling doubles scene.

Chu Chu Chu!
From a long distance away, the sound of "chug" of guns was heard, and then all kinds of weird sound effects were mixed together, but the sound of gunfire was undoubtedly the loudest.

Just like the style of the modern brother himself, the cold guns are tough, straight, and arrogant.

The bullets flew by, and the tin staff waved.

Zhima's broken arm has recovered. Even if the regenerative ability of the armed type is not as good as that of the adaptive type, how can it be called "regeneration" so easily.

After entering the third stage, the only physical weakness left by the armed disaster is the head, to be precise, the brain.

Except for the head, the damage to other body parts is harmless, and it will only have a temporary impact on the movement.

Zhima's tin staff kept shaking and making noises, and the fluctuations spread layer by layer to the surroundings, shattering everything it touched without mercy.

Although he is in a mess, he is really strong.

Strong survivability, and the ability of the hard tin rod, after the golden pattern appeared on the tin rod, Wan Yi dared not touch it, and he might die if he touched it.

Fortunately, his physical speed is not his strong point.

Facing the three qualitative changes that condensed a large amount of firearm fragments, and the modern brother who has the blessing of the domain and the support of the carnival world, it is difficult for him to clearly capture the movement of the modern brother.

The current Hyundai brother is too fast.

An opponent who can move at high speed and fire high-threatening bullets at any time, and can also serve as the command tower of the group of masked people in dresses, Zhima gritted his teeth.

"Badu, what the hell are you doing! It's just a toilet! How could you be knocked dizzy by the toilet! You are one of the few self-adaptive disasters in the world who have reached the third stage! How could you be knocked out by the toilet?" I'm so devastated!"

Zhima kept screaming inwardly.

(End of this chapter)