Doomsday Wonderland

... The whole body's bones seem to be the pain of being smashed on the face. I have never let Lin Sanji feel so good. As the pain poured into the body together, she felt as if she had been out of power for half a lifetime - more beautiful than strength, she finally regained control of her body.

Despite being dizzy, Lin Sanjiu struggled to twist his body and tried to land with his feet. Under the strong attraction of the canvas, the x-ray machine screamed "squeaky", as if she wanted to catch her and fell into the blank space of the canvas; thanks to the eye of the instructor, she immediately saw her move and immediately shouted. : "Put away the painting!"

The painter did not know what it meant when he was stunned. Lin Sanshui used the canvas to attract others to get used to it. Now that he has become a canvas target, he can’t help but feel the power of it. When she was sucked in, it was equivalent to a piece of dead meat. When she was sucked up, she began to resist. It almost did not work. Her feet could not touch the ground, and the body was sucked into the air and bent tightly. On the x-ray machine, the only right hand can only be pressed in vain on the edge of the machine, and the heartbeat is so strong that she feels that the entire hospital can hear it.

"What do you shake your head," the instructor stunned, and suddenly he screamed: "Then I know, you add her! Just finished the painting?"

In the resistance of Lin San's trembling and muscle trembling, the snoring of the brush became her greatest hope. After she felt that the artist had spent a long time on the meal, her body finally regained the heart-wrenching gravitation, and she slammed back to the ground.

The chest swelled up and down, Lin San wine wiped the cold sweat on his head, and slowly climbed up from the ground. It was such a great thing that I was able to stand up again with my muscles, legs and feet.

The artist stood on her left side and unfolded a new painting with no artistic appearance in her hand, looking at her with hope. The instructor stood on her right, hands on the waist, above the solid chest muscles and neck, a white smile.

"Look, I said, no matter what kind of predicament in life, as long as you use your own imagination, your willpower..."

Lin Sanjiu turned a deaf ear to his voice, only gently wiped his face, and accidentally touched a piece of dried paint. She rubbed twice on her skin and found that there was a lot of black dust-like dry pigment **** in her nails. The reason why the guardian would leave with confidence is really this.

"Don't let it go," the instructor looked at with a little bit of worry. "There is a black hole in the face, and it is convenient to go out."

Lin Sanshui put his hand down and turned to look at the artist; because of the fear of the rest of her life, when she smiled, she felt that her muscles and lips were still tight: "You can repeat the procedure just now." This time, don't draw the guard in the house... Yes, that is the one with a lot of black holes on his face. Move fast."

In the ten minutes that the [protective field] was exhausted and the cradle was finished, Kurosawa - if that was really black zebra, not a guard wearing his clothes - further deteriorated. She couldn’t see any trace of her friend’s face on her face, and her body was like a pair of twisted and dry branches; he apparently climbed up from the ground, with “guarding” More and more thorough, his body is gradually reaching out.

It’s not too late to drag him out now?

A panic of panic biting her heart like a rat's teeth. Under her constant urging, the artist hurriedly turned to the x-ray machine and began to paint - just hit by Lin Sanjiu, the first half of the x-ray machine The side squatted down a dent; then the big bang hit the muffled sound, as if it was still in her ear.

Before the painting is completed, she can only bite her nails and so on.

"Hey," the instructor was like a moth that had discovered the light, and was kneeling beside her: "Are you satisfied with my guidance?"

"Satisfied." This is the truth of Lin Sanjiu.

"So, my service fee..."

What do special items need for special items?

Lin San wine gave him a look: "Do you use it? Or do you want to give it to the palace?"

The painter moves very fast, and in the few words they exchanged quickly, his paintings have been completed - the shocking attraction suddenly opened up in the room, and countless airflows wrapped around the human body, straight The X-ray machine slammed over; after another slamming sound, the guard wearing the black-clothed clothes was like the one she had just taken, and collapsed on the x-ray machine.

The instructor was shocked and shouted, and then he smiled casually: "I don't use it, I don't give it to others."

Lin Sanjiu couldn’t attend to talk to him at this time, and a stack of sounds called the artist to quickly fill the image of the guard. When the attraction just disappeared, she hurriedly called out the metal glove; while carefully preventing her skin from touching the guard, she pulled his arm and picked him up from the ground.

Kurosawa’s clothes, trousers and boots swayed loosely from the guard’s shoulders and cheekbones, and the clothes in the clothes became more and more thin and distorted. Under the gaze of Lin San’s wine, he stood up straight. After that, there was no more movement.

"...how?" Lin Sanjiu carefully and alertly approached half a step and observed his face at a close distance.

The black hole on his face has not yet expanded to other guards. Perhaps this shows that his "guardization" has not been completely completed - otherwise he is the first to catch, I am afraid Lin Sanjiu.

Now how to do? The defensive is not completed, then will he slowly recover after waiting outside for a while?

"But I still need my reward," the instructor's voice rang again from her side.

If the tone of the former tutor can be described as sunny, positive, and annoying, then this time, there is something more in his voice - one will not give up anyway, so it makes people feel a little dangerous. Perseverance.

Lin Sanjiu took his attention back and turned to look at the instructor.

When she was sucked out, she made a secret decision. In this life, she said that she was not separated from the artist. This guy used to surprise him. If you deduct the special items of the artist and the instructor, and then remove the [you should have such a person in your class], then she may have to turn out all the special items left. Pay the bill.

In my heart, the calculation of the number of items and the attempt to bargain with him were suddenly melted like ice when the two eyes were opposite.

In her gaze, the instructor opened his mouth slightly. His mouth receded toward both sides, revealing a row of white teeth.

"...there will be fewer and fewer in the future," he whispered. "A free advice, you should not lose any special items in the future."

Lin San wine smashed, and the hair on the back neck stood up involuntarily.

"What... less and less?"

"Special items." There was no change in the face of the instructor, but there was a cloud floating over it, covering the original face of the sun. "...the copy devours the copy, the world smashes the world, and the item destroys the item. You and I are the same."

What does it mean? Lin Sanjiu wants to ask, but finds that he does not open his mouth.

"...we are all part of the order. When the flood comes, we will be buried in the depths of the flood together with the order we represent." The voice of the mentor is getting lower and lower, and the voice seems to be rolling from the throat. .

"I don't understand," she finally opened her mouth. "What does this have to do with the Flood..."

The instructor slowly raised a hand, and Lin Sanji slammed back half a step and stared at him. He didn't seem to attack people, just swinging his fingers back and forth, looking at them, whispering: "They have been soaked... Now, are you ready to pay?"

If she doesn't understand the mistake, the instructor wants the five special items. It seems that there is only one purpose, that is, to destroy them - and it seems that he will do it by any means.

Lin San wine swallowed his throat gently, his eyes swept over the guards, painters, and doorways, and nodded.

"I know," she whispered. "I will give you five special items... but you have to give me two minutes."

On the floor of the room, there is still a red-faced person.

The red-faced man’s long rod-shaped weapon, I don’t know where to go; but there should be something else on him, at the very least, there is also the huge insect net that catches the guard.

When the artist was ordered to reapply, Lin San’s mind had never stopped the thoughts of all kinds of thoughts – but she specifically thought about something, even she said it was not good; there was only one thought, the pulse was general Continue to beat and linger.

... the mentor this item has been soaked by the flood.

He was sent by the palace road, and perhaps it shows that the flood came to the place where the palace road was at least, and had the opportunity to soak this special item. And the palace road is not far from her... Has the flood been in the same world as her?

When the red-faced person also hit the x-ray machine and made a third muffled sound, the instructor opened his smile and smiled. The black-faced man's black hole is just a few gaps that are gradually open. It is likely to resume self-control as quickly as Lin Sanjiu; but before he can land his feet and regain strength, she has already rushed up one step, and the metal gloves are heavily smashed. His temple.

No matter whether he will recover or not, he has no chance now.

The red-faced person is physically complete and has a high combat power. It is certainly not a shortcoming, so the special items on his body have been redeemed a lot; he could have been walking in the lava, but now it falls into this. In the situation, there is nothing left on the body. When Lin Sanjiu threw the first special item into the teacher's arms, his eyes blinked brightly, and the two slaps of the big fan were heavy, and the small plate was broken into powder in the palm of his hand.