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"You said that just now, no one has seen it?"

After confirming the safety, the thin fire broke out and the wind stood up.

The sorcerer nodded.

That compartment, the thin fire has already been scared away from the opposite side, and the disgusting face has gone to the dust: "Is the makeup removed?"

The thin tone of the fire is white, in order to cater to the popular tough guy style, it is hard to paint a color scale, just hit the ground, black and white and white mixed unevenly.

Wu Hao sincerely nodded: "Get off makeup."

The thin fire had to use the rude method to unload the remaining layer of foundation.

The two started from the safe area and it was the seventh hour of the opening.

The distribution of the area is no different from the memory of the witch.

From the perspective of the top of the mountain, there are at least seven geothermal gradients in dozens of areas. From the current position to the river, the safest path requires four more coordinates, passing through six low-heat zones and one safe zone.

When the sun rises, the high temperature crouching on the surface is like being awakened by the demon.

Along the way, the water of the plants evaporated a lot, and there were 230 players left, and there were only 25 people above a.

In the ninth hour, the witches once again noticed the symptoms of dehydration. The water distilled from the plants has been used up. The vegetation in the low-heat zone is dry and it is difficult to obtain excess water.

The face of the thin fire also began to sink.

His reserve water is not enough.

"How long does it take to return to the safe area now?" The thin fire suddenly opened.

Witch frustrated and replied: "3 hours." Then added: "This is also a safe area."

The thin fire reveals an incredible look.

The witches indicated that he touched the soil: "There is no geothermal. The plants are withered because the air is flowing."

The sun is constantly reflecting between the air layer and the soil. Because of the large amount of warming around, even a safe area that can barely pass is like a **** on earth.

After sunrise, there is no absolute safe area in the map.

The thin fire finally reacted, and the look of Wu Yan’s eyes was a little more deep: “Continue to go to the river.”

The safe area is on the verge of disappearing.

In the extreme high heat environment, it is the only choice to pick up the gun and eliminate the opponent and seize the water source.

The sorcerer remembers that the direction in which Wei Shi finally disappeared was also the river.

At this time his state is quite bad. The mouth is dry and dry, and there is no trace of water. The heartbeat seems to be accelerating, but the pulse is extremely weak.

The heat burned his vision, and the gravel in the sights was like a desert.

The river was just ahead, but at almost the same time he arrived with the thin fire, the number of survivors on the right wrist was drastically reduced.

84 people.

In the silence, the violent gunshots sounded from a distance.

The spirit of the thin fire was shocked, and the rushing/feng/gun was about to be inserted, but it was suddenly interrupted by the witch.

"Wait!" The sorcerer spoke, and the voice was slightly weak because of the heat and water loss.

Nearly 8 people were eliminated in just five minutes.

The gunshots came one after another. If the resources are sufficient, the schedule is only close to half, and most players will not be desperate at this moment.

Unless – the resources disappeared, the players found that the schedule was shorter than expected, and the nearby form of the river bank reversed, forcing all players to enter the battle –

There is only one possibility.

The witch finally recovered the tone: "You listen to the gunshot, the river should have dried up."

The thin fire spreads, the juvenile's tone is a little hoarse, soft like a pitiful cat cub.

The message he conveyed was something that neither of them wanted to see.

The witchcraft speculated that it was well-founded, and a little mention of it was not hard to think of.

Once the river is dry, there is only one way to get the water.

That box, the sorcerer has quickly installed the step / gun.

The thin fire caught him and looked at him: "Can you still do it?"

The teenager's face is more than one color level two hours ago, the lips are dry because of lack of water, and the cheeks have an unnatural blush.

The thin fire is even 100% sure - the show group must have a lens focused on the face of the witch.

The beautiful little beauty is particularly attractive because of its fragility.

The thin fire passed for a fierce fire/spray. Unexpectedly, the sorcerer followed up.

"I looked at the southeast." Wu Han went straight.

Even if the situation is worse, his hand is still holding the gun steady.

The witch's heartbeat accelerated again, and he could even feel the knees tremble slightly, a very obvious heatstroke sign.

But he has no other choice.

In the entire map, natural resources disappear and the water source can only be obtained by eliminating players.

The thin fire made a signal to him, and the two quickly sneaked into the south.

Among the dead branches, the strong sunlight carries the temperature, which almost burns the vision of the witch. The repeated branches in front of the eyes are like a strange circle of stars, and the feet are still walking numbly, and the field of vision remains unchanged.

Twenty meters away, the bark of the poplar peeled off, and the dead leaves shone slightly when they stepped on.

Two sounds.

One near one far.

The heart of the sorcerer slammed, and the thin fires beside him.

Not his footsteps.

Two weeks of training allowed the sorcerer's limbs to reflexively earlier than the thoughts. The bullets that burned in the flames spouted from behind the poplars—passing the left arm.

The thin fire escaped faster than him, and the counterattack in the moment of the volcano.

What followed was the firepower of the witchcraft.

In seven minutes, two silver rescue cabins popped behind the bunker.

"I can grab the head, but I can still be stronger than before." The thin fire sighed, the big thorns commented on the teammates, and quickly touched the materials, and then immediately sweared: "Mom, they have no water." ”

When I look back, I will pass the fire to my eyes.

The situation of the witch was worse than when the fire was opened, and the pupil was slightly scattered due to heat stroke. Novices who have not undergone physical training are not easy to support in extreme environments.

"You--" thinly fired and looked at the watch: "I will open the rescue cabin for you."

The sorcerer bit his lower lip and shook his head slightly: "How much is left?"

"78."

The sorcerer took the gun and silently followed the thin fire.

"And, the time limit for the team is coming."

The sorcerer nodded and sincerely said: "Thank you, the game is over..."

Even if there is no physical strength, the sorcerer has smashed a slap in the face of the fire, just as he saw the company's artist predecessors. He waved his hand and turned and left.

Thin fire caught his back and looked at him for a long time, suddenly stopped people.

"Gun." He pulled a light-loaded machine/gun from behind, and it was quite painful when given. It was like a peacock plucking: "I remember, was this used in your rematch?"

The spirit of witchcraft has been alive.

Time is gradually moving towards noon.

Eleven. Survived 46 people.

At twelve o'clock, 35 people survived.

After the shadow of the boulder, the sorcerer kept breathing.

On his terminal, the kill number has jumped to 3.

Half an hour ago, he and an e-class player met unexpectedly, consuming all physical strength and bullets to complete the strangle.

Still quite not pretty strangling.

The wound on the right cheek split and the arm was hanging in three places.

The sorcerer bowed his head and held the right hand of the gun. The fingers did not have a trace of blood. Extreme dehydration caused him to end up suffering and suffering -

Consciousness of chaos, tinnitus, hallucinations.

Every second is very likely to go to sleep, and tough support.

If you are in a coma, the rescue capsule will pop up on the spot to knock him out.

The sorcerer didn't know that the lens had turned to him for a long time in the guide room of the Crowson show.

“It’s very desperate.” Ying Xiangxiang sighed: “Well, let’s inform the broadcaster. According to the competition system, Crowson Show will not provide on-site assistance to the players in any channel. This is the third time we have answered this question. ”

"When you vote for the players, you should also respect their choices. The red button on the terminal must be very familiar to everyone. If he wants, he can leave at any time. Axel-"

Explain that Axel has broken the ground: "It’s not a wonderful shot, but it’s a very admirable player."

Ying Xiangxiang finally showed a smile.

In the barrage, tens of thousands of comments were smashed into pieces.

The live traffic of Crowson Show has not fallen since the night. Behind the scenes, the program director constantly picks out the comments floating high on the secondary screen.

"Little witch, I like you, ah, ah!!!!!"

"Little brother, I am waiting for you to come out qaq! Look at the escaping show and see how it is crying!! Don't be hard to support! Worried about you!!"

"Give a little witch than heart! The mother powder is sorely blasting, hey, Ma Ma will wait for you outside, proud of you!"

Axel coughed and forced the camera to move away in the rebellion of countless audiences: "Let's take a look at the situation of Wei Yan, no accident, now all the water is concentrated on him - and so on, Wei Yan was smashed How was Wei Yan smashed?!!"

On the north side of the river bank, the thin fire in the grass is in the open for investigation. One is for the fans to broadcast live: "Baby, there are only 29 people left. After I come out, can you brush a big sword in the live broadcast?" —"

He was amazed, and his voice was like being caught.

In the scope, Wei Yan was shot in the right arm.

I didn't know if I was injured. I looked at his expression. Wei Yan didn't have an expression for most of the time. At this time, the thin fire broke through, but he saw fear, stunned, and unbelievable.

Who is he who saw this?

This broken expression is like the old enemy who climbed out of the grave and looked for him...

Behind the mountains.

When Wei Shi closed the mirror, the grass behind him was hot like a sea of ​​fire, and I wonder why he could stand still.

Until the red hair jumped up and slammed up: "Wei brother, this grass thief is hot -"

As soon as the two of them approached, the terminal began to sound an alarm.

The four-hour team time limit has passed, and the system will force the players to fight and not end.

"What to do up." Wei looked at the red hair's eyes, and it was no different from watching the rescue capsule.

"Who had just been with Baiyueguang, he did it with his fists, and it was really cool for his mother!" Redmao happily rejoiced and said: "It’s because... Wei brother, then, what about your little witch player? Looking very poor, I am not afraid that you did not see..."

Wei Shi snorted and quickly loaded the bullet: "I am watching."

The red hair was shocked.

Wei Ge is watching? It’s not a Wei Ge, but also a small lover.

Seeing the terminal enters the red alarm, he panicked and said: "Don't use the sprayer, my thief likes you, you give me a trip -"

Wei Shi was not moved by nonsense, and his hand was fast.

With a bang, the red hair turned into a rescue capsule and rolled down the hillside.

There are 28 people left to survive.

When Wei was standing on the mountain peak, the hot wind wrapped around the ground and swept like a purgatory.

His body temperature has never risen. At his feet, the camera that was stripped of the battery was slouched on the floor.

Wei Wei did not open the mirror, and in the pupil that was slightly lifted, the sight was locked in a stone bunker beside the river bank.

26 people.

25 people.

The "25" representing the relegation is like a signal. When the gunshot is over, the silver rescue capsule will pop out after the stone.

Wei Shi finally removed his gaze.

There are 24 people left.

Wei Shi changed a gun, and the fierce mountain wind was like a flame.

The sun shines on the top of the mountain, and there is almost no visible image in the air that is distorted by temperature. Only the focus of light and light can be seen, and the corners closest to the sun are gathered.

Wei Shi stood there.

In the silence, the gunshots that removed the silence/sound/sound suddenly sounded.

24 people.

15 people.

Under the mountain, the thin fire has been realized that it is wrong, and quickly turn off the camera.

According to his speculation, the game must be at least two hours of sawing - the players can not be eliminated so fast.

However, the numbers on the watch are still falling rapidly -

"The trough!"

The thin fire spreads a dodge, the bunker in front of him blasts and the next shot is hit directly.

Thin fire broke out.

Survival, 2 people.

The roaring music like a salute sounded in the air, and the crew members who were on the sidelines screamed: "End? So it is over soon?!"

"Who is the champion? Not that there are still hours..."

"Wei Yan." The camera that rushed in replied: "Hurry, take people out."

The drama nodded and it was unexpected. He hurriedly adjusted the camera to track Wei Yan, followed by a smile: "How did Wei seem to be overwhelmed? It was not the first time, and there was a champion who was shy..."

In the screen, the helicopter roared and landed, and a bunch of cameras were interviewed.

Wei Yan is still silent, and it has only been open to the camera for a long time.

Looking at the mouth, he seems to only say one sentence.

"Not me, I didn't shoot."

Off-site.

The rescue capsules were carried out one after another.

"Medical team? Did the medical team arrive? Pd just rushed, Xiaowu may be in a bad state - there are still five minutes? What happened?!"

At the moment of opening the cabin, the buzz came from all over.

"Hey, this player, go to the back of the medical examination, the medical team - not to the medical team yet -"

The glare of the sun penetrates through the closed eyes.

The sorcerer's consciousness is dim, the eyelashes move, and there are still no signs of waking up.

A pair of hands covered his eyebrows, the messy wavelengths caused by light finally disappeared, and the consciousness returned to calm.

Someone held his hand.

"Breathing 28, pulse 146, severe dehydration." The man's voice is deep and powerful: "Water gives me. 300ml, half an hour, to prevent transitional hydration, to 2.2 liters."

"There is glucose."

The cool palm covered the hands of the sorcerer, and the moment the infusion needle penetrated, the sorcerer suddenly moved.

The teenager's eyes are closed, white as transparent cheeks, the beautiful facial features are slightly wrinkled, the beautiful thin lips are bloodless, and the consciousness is like an abandoned animal.

"Wei..." He seemed to feel that he was struggling with an opening in his nightmare.

"Well, I am."

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