wild star

Chapter 64 Trap
Zhang Xiaoming deceived Zhao Yanling.

He planned to walk to the oasis in two and a half days, but he stayed in the desert and slept all night. He only walked for more than 40 minutes the next day and saw the lush greenery.

"This Zhang Xiaoming is so hateful. If I walked a little longer yesterday, would I be able to sleep in the oasis?" Zhao Yanling complained to the water friend.

When he saw the adjoining poplars and bushes, he felt more deceived than ever.This is not an oasis, this is already the edge of the desert.

In addition to flowing into the river, the snow water flowing down from the glacier moistens this place into a green paradise.

The live broadcast screen is divided into two, the high-definition moving camera and the smart glasses that move with Zhao Yanling's head.The beautiful scenery under high-definition will fascinate water lovers.

Don't blame Zhang Xiaoming, he did it out of good intentions.People who travel in the desert will feel an indescribable joy when they leave the desert.That being the case, why not make Zhao Yanling happy and add another surprise?

It's just that Zhao Yanling slowed down his pace because of relaxation, and he was stopped by more than 40 minutes of the trip.

Breathing the moist and fresh air, he remembered what the old man who raised camels told him: "In the desert, keep one sentence in mind. Don't give up, the exit is not far ahead."

Many travelers buried in the yellow sand fell not far from the edge of the desert.

He galloped forward with the camel, and the destination was the clear river.Different from the ding-dong sound of the camel bells, the white flock in front was frightened and scattered, and the vigorous shepherd dog had a job to do, spreading its four legs and reuniting the flock loyally.

The pleasant sound of ring pendants clashed into his ears, and Zhao Yanling saw a tall, swaying, graceful woman.

She was wearing an Adlai silk dress, with light blue clouds flying all over her body, gorgeous and colorful.Her hair is bundled into many small braids and falls naturally, which shows that she is still unmarried.The sleeves were not long, revealing a section of white forearm, holding a red wicker for driving sheep in his hand.The clouds cover white like silver, and the fog surrounds it like snow.It's a pity that the face is covered with a veil and it is difficult to see clearly, only a pair of eyes are exposed.

Good times should not be ruined, beautiful women should not be abrupt, Zhao Yanling hurriedly apologized: "Sorry, I disturbed your flock."

The other party just nodded and didn't speak.

Zhao Yanling saw that her skirt was embroidered with dark blue dotted patterns, and underneath were rows of small characters and two Chinese characters: Nebula.

He let the camel bow its head to drink water, and asked her, "Your name is Xingyun?"

She nodded and hummed unobtrusively.

Zhao Yanling knew what was interesting and stopped talking, and when the camel was full, he led the camel and continued walking.The figure of a woman appeared in my mind, and I felt that something was wrong.It suddenly occurred to me that her pupils exuded lavender luster. Eyes of this color are rare. It is said that the overall probability of human beings is one in 1000 million. Elizabeth Taylor, who used to be in Hollywood on the other side of the ocean, fascinated thousands of people because of her purple eyes. Ladies and gentlemen.

When he walked away, Shepherdess Nebula took out her mobile phone and typed "action" in English.Putting down the phone, an old man on horseback rushed over and said to Xingyun, "Thank you very much, I'm done with work, let me let the sheep go."

Xing Yun nodded, threw away the red wicker, kicked the soft suede boots and left straight away.The veil was thrown away by her at will, revealing the typical western Caucasian face which is different from the locals...

"It's a beautiful journey out of Gaolaozhuang. Call me lady, listen to what I have to say. They say that my old pig is fat and fat..." Zhao Yanling hummed Zhu Bajie carrying his wife at the request of the water friend.

"You're singing out of tune, bad review."

"Old Zhao singing two-person turn is so funny."

Suddenly his voice stopped abruptly, his ears fluttered, and he heard someone in the distance saying in English: "Nine o'clock direction, nerd, anesthesia bombs are ready. Basking shark, take the back road. Three Inch Nails, Dalmatians, you two and I are finished." Encircled. The opponent has a fighting foundation..."

The sound of the bolt being loaded sounds, what's the matter?Zhao Yanling thought in a daze, who would attack him with great fanfare?
Rusha's footsteps sounded from far to near, no matter how stupid he was, he would not stay where he was and wait to die.The other party seemed to be planning to encircle him on three sides. He quickly hung the backpack from the camel's back to his shoulders, and there were important things inside.

Untying the reins, he patted the camels' rears to let them go.

Climbing up the mountain with both hands and feet, panicked like a bereaved dog.The water friend is also confused, why does Lao Zhao seem to be a different person in the blink of an eye, and he doesn't even want a camel?

There are a large number of wild onions growing on the hillside, which have just sprouted at this time, and they are far from being able to play a sheltering effect.Zhao Yanling looked at the majestic and boundless ice peak, and called the fat man, "Someone is chasing me, help me find Zhang Xiaoming quickly, the other party has a gun, and the reason is unknown."

When the fat man heard this, he became anxious. He didn't care about fists, kicks and swords, but the matter of carrying guns was a big deal, so he hurriedly called Zhang Xiaoming.

"Who did Lao Zhao offend? It's causing great anger and resentment."

"Really? Why didn't I see anyone?"

The distant water could not quench the near thirst, knowing that the fat man could be located, Zhao Yanling climbed towards the ice peak.

After a while, he stopped and listened, and the people behind him found that he had not played his cards according to the normal routine and chased after him.All kinds of rude yelling and cursing made Zhao Yanling's relatives patronize.

Hearing that, he temporarily turned off the shooting function of the smart glasses, and the live broadcast room fell into darkness.None of the water friends left, they were all waiting to see the result.

There are a few cracks on the eagle head knife, but it is still sharp.Whether the knife is good or not, you can't test it with the method of cutting.Which knife breaks, it can only show that the blade angle is small.

He cut the branches with a falcon knife, and took out the paratrooper rope to fix the sharpened branches to the bow-shaped trunk with a figure-eight buckle.The buckle is a row of thin wooden sticks, covered with dry grass branches, if you step on the mechanism, it will pop out, which is the trap of the word "bounce" in the Red Code Red Art.

He turned on the target, his hands and feet were extremely agile, quickly made a few lines of defense, and then ran 30 meters away and began to set up suspicious formations again.

The studio lights up again.

A freckled Caucasian man in a tactical uniform climbs a mountain with a camouflaged metal tube in his hand and grinning.Followed by a black man with deep skin folds, he held a net made of transparent silk thread in his hand.

The white man with freckles heard a "crack" in his ears, and his feet fell into a small pit. The strong wind came too fast to avoid it, and his biceps were pierced by sharp wooden thorns.

The pain made his cry distorted, and the basking shark behind him crawled on the ground instinctively, throwing away the net and taking out a pistol from his waist.

At this moment, Zhao Yanling hid behind a rock and watched from a distance, the screams could be heard by the water friends, but the distance was far, only someone seemed to be injured.They hurriedly asked what was going on, Zhao Yanling muttered, "The heavenly secret must not be revealed."

The basking shark pressed the send button on the headset and told its companions about the injury of Dalmatians.

"The Dalmatians pulled out the wooden thorns, and they can't fucking die. Don't howl. We outflanked the past. The target can't make too many traps in a short time. Be careful and move on."

Originally, he thought that dealing with an ordinary person who had not received systematic training would be easy, but he did not expect to be so cunning.The basking shark frowned, and gently moved the withered grass in front of it with its feet, looking for clues of the trap.There was an undetectable touch, and a black thing floated above his head.

He turned his head slightly, and the moment he thought "it's just that", the loose flesh on his cheek was pierced.

It turned out that a thread was tied to the tree trunk above the head, and a stone was tied to the end of the thread, and the stone was fixed by wooden sticks with two pointed ends of the cross.What he kicked away was an extremely thin and imperceptible piece of bark. After it was broken, stones came from two directions, and it could avoid the front but not the side.

This is exactly the trap of the word "falling" in the Red Art of Sacrifice!

(End of this chapter)