Doomsday Wonderland

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...this is too simple.

Bohemia looked at the "Nostradamus card" in his hand and thought slyly.

Just now she and Descartes together, boring head for nearly ten minutes, vetoed three or four proposals, just for how to scam Lin San wine and broke his brain - then she thought really annoying, very batik shot Take the shoulders of Lin Sanjiu: "Hey! Give me your Nostradamus card, I am useful."

"What are you doing?" Lin Sanjiu seems to be a bit uneasy.

Bohemia has nothing to say, just blink of an eye: "...how do you manage so much? How can I eat it? Can I burn it? I will tell you later."

Her consistently unreasonable attitude seems to be more credible and more natural than the hard-coded reason; Lin Sansui actually gave her the card.

"It’s weird." Descartes muttered in Bohemian's mind. "She has become a servant of truth. Why is it so vigilant? She can't think of it, we might be preparing for her." Spores in the brain?"

"Because she is stupid." Bohemia whispered.

"Don't mess with it," Lin Sanjiu said when he was fine. "I remember there are some doomsday factors that the world has absorbed. If it is released casually, it will cause the world." ......"

Before she finished speaking, Bohemia interrupted her with a shout: "I am going to scoop!"

"What?" Lin Sanjiu was obviously shocked. "Now--"

After the second half of the sentence failed to be exported, it was submerged by a sharp burst of air. At the back of her neck, the creature that resembled a bush like a figure appeared in the mimicry. The branches floated into the air and stretched up long, and they slammed down on the back of her head, causing a sharp burst of sound.

"Wait for one is enough!" Bohemia was in a hurry, and the seven-word exit was as fast as lightning.

It is a pity that she said that it was a little late - although the shrub-like creatures recovered several branches in time, there was still more than one that fell on the back of Lin San. Along with her painful screams, a **** spot suddenly ignited in midair; Bohemia closed her eyes and narrowed her shoulders.

"That man really hates her." Descartes also took a sigh of relief.

The sputum oozes blood, but just wet the hair of Lin Sanjiu, it is all absorbed by the branches. Fortunately, because the number of branches that were hit was not much, her head was not crushed like the villagers; only two long and deep longitudinal wounds, like the cracks of the earth after the earthquake, were thick black hair. Under the cover, she opened her head.

Even Lin Biao, a thick and fleshy skin, couldn't help but get a blank face; her eyes lost her focus, swayed a few times, slammed down on the table, and completely passed out.

If you can just hit the brain, if you can survive, you can't be more stupid in the future?

Bohemia was anxious and panicked. Even if she knew what she should do next, she couldn’t help but panic. She had already held her breath unconsciously. She hurriedly looked forward with consciousness and “pressed” Lin. The wound on the head of the three wines; after the bundle of creatures withdrew the branches, she could only use this method to stop the Lin San liquor.

“It’s really conscious to protect her brain,” Bohemia was very sensitive to the flow of consciousness, and he was relieved, “Card, where was the card?”

The doomsday factor originally absorbed in the "Nostradamus Card" has long been irresponsibly released into the examination room - anyway, this is a copy, is a closed space. She placed the card on the back of Lin San's head and stared at the empty battery icon on the card, tightening her nerves.

This card can only absorb the doomsday factor, but whether the world is really dead, she still can't be 100% sure. If those spores only control this part of the area... this card is useless.

One person and one stared at the card, and as time went by, Bohemian a heart was getting more and more sinking - because the battery icon on the card has remained unchanged. Lin Sanjiu did give her the right to use; her method of use is also right... Since the Nostradamus card has not been absorbed, it means that... spores are not a doomsday factor?

Is this **** really not a doomsday world?

Then what should she do to make Lin San Liquor recover?

"Don't worry," even Descartes pulled out her flusteredness. "Again, wait a little longer -"

"The adults said," the voice of the copy host stunned them and said, "You are not thorough enough."

If the other party is a doll, Bohemia really wants to be angry. When is this all the time, Lin San's head has opened two deep mouths, so that she can become a truth, the spores of the silly X can not be sucked out - seeing that the mountains are running out, the dolls are still picking up the scoops. thorough? It is better to let her kill Lin Sanjiu now and give her a happy time -

……Eh?

Bohemian suddenly gimmicked.

She leaned over her head, endured the tumbling discomfort, and glanced at the back of the head of Lin Sanjiu. In a clump of black hair soaked in blood, she can barely feel that consciousness is flowing faintly beneath the rip--like the lava that smashed under the volcano.

... There is such a protective shell, it seems that it can't be called "complete scooping."

"Hey," she hurriedly turned to Descartes. "You know more about spores. I ask you, is it possible that it is protected by this layer of consciousness, so it can't be sucked?"

But this speculation also has its unreasonable point - if spores are really blocked by consciousness, then how do they get in at the beginning?

But she did not expect that this problem with luck, but called Descartes into meditation.

"You said this, it seems to be..." He whispered, "Hey, do you know the wave-particle duality of light? The spore is a bit similar in nature. It has both physical and spiritual qualities. On the one hand, the material carrier is conducive to spread, but after invading the host, it must have an influence on the mind and spirit.

In other words, consciousness can stop the foreign material, but can't stop the external "thought"?

Bohemian thought of it, a pair of golden brown eyes gradually lit up.

“I’m saying it early,” she said, pulling her sleeves up. “The strength of her consciousness protection is similar to a piece of paper in my opinion!”

The computer is not taken to repair it. I suspect that the person who repaired the computer saw the doomsday manuscript... Today, I received a message from a lot of uncles and asked me, "If you don't mind, I ask you what you are doing?" I will not admit that the manuscript was written by me, and I am dying! I thought about it: "Edit." [I am so smart]