Surprise! The Supposed Talent Show Was Actually–?!

The situation at this time is similar to that of stray cats dragging plastic bags.

In the hills where the branches and leaves are cumbersome, he is walking hard with parachute canvas.

The sky is getting dark. The distant landscape condenses into a silent shadow, and the smell of the earth is thicker than that of the previous one.

In the past half hour, Witch has taken all the methods that can be thought of to save themselves.

First, you fall down and try to touch the emergency rescue mechanism of porcelain.

Then I rushed to dig in the open area and tried to write SOS to ask for help from the outside world.

However, after half an hour, he not only completely lost the trust from the law enforcement machine, but also lost a precious engineering shovel in the excavation project.

From the energetic main dance to the exhausted marmot.

"The final warning is to invite the 300012 player to enter the battle within five minutes."

The sorcerer put down the waterproof canvas and turned back to the tragic and refuted: "The player of 300012 has already worked very hard!"

Immediately after the next second, he suddenly opened his eyes.

At the end of the direction of travel, you can hear the flow of water in the riverbed – and the sound of crossfire from the bullets.

"!!!" Witch did not hesitate to throw the parachute, screaming and running.

In the distance, a fire broke out, and three or two footsteps quickly approached the witch.

The witch's heart beats to the limit.

According to the tips of the right arm watch, the selection mechanism of the Crowson reality show is quite simple and straightforward -

Players only have basic survival tools at the opening, and all survival and combat resources are scattered throughout the map.

Survived to the last 10 players to advance.

This reminds the witches of the 80-hour real-life cs that they once bought.

The difference is that this sea map is far beyond his knowledge.

Judging from the gunshots behind him, the crossfire on the river bank was extremely intense.

This is exactly the opposite of what Witch had predicted half an hour ago.

The entire map is very large. Under the mechanism of survival of the remaining, killing the game without reward, the strategy of squatting in the jungle is far superior to the confrontation, and there is no possibility of large-scale exchange of fire.

Unless - the resources are rich enough to make all players risk their lives.

How can this be? !

Just thinking about it, a bullet suddenly hit from behind, hitting a pile of fallen leaves two meters away from the sorcerer.

The brain of the witch is instantly blank, and it is still in the mind of the game rules model, leaving only the **** scene.

A small piece of witchcraft.

Soft, kneeling on the ground.

There was a hole in the brain, and it slid out to the outside, like a small blue whale that spouted water.

Wu Yi: "Ah, ah, ah ah ah"

The light in the jungle is dim, and the trees are faintly difficult to distinguish in the near-night sky. All the scenes are turned into a virtual shadow in the rapid escape.

On the bank of the river, someone whispered: "South 4, envelope."

The barrel was turned in the direction and the two shadows quickly swept to the left. The hard bottom hiking shoes fell silently on the ground. Only when the gun was pulled, the bullet was pushed into the cavity and made a slight noise.

The sorcerer's ear bones vibrate slightly, the subconscious direction suddenly changes, and a side rollover hides behind the tree, showing the excellent men's breaking dance skills.

At the same time, the trigger on the left rear side snapped, and the bullet hit exactly where he was.

In the temporary formation of the hunting team, the commander is a meal: "What was that action?!"

The sniper suddenly stunned: "I have never seen it... I have never seen this tactical evasion."

Between the gods, the sorcerer has disappeared into the depths of the jungle.

After a quarter of an hour, it was finally confirmed that the safe witch slammed into the ground, and the two eyes were red and anger and grievance.

He wants to go home! He wants to call the police!

When he goes out, the headline of the newspaper tomorrow is "The heroic practice students will smash the illegal guns, and the illegal program groups will be severely punished by the law!"

However, before the witches came out of the jungle, they were followed by hunger, cold and water shortage.

The canvas of the parachute has been discarded in the unilateral exchange of fire. The original package contains only one compressed biscuit, a plastic bag, a rope and a metal block that is not useful.

The water source near the river bank has always been guarded. Looking down from the mountain, the light of the bonfire is reflected in the far side of the river, and there is a crooked moon in the fine waves.

If it was a week ago, seeing this situation, Wu Hao will definitely move a small bench and take out the guitar to write songs for the beautiful nature.

Now there is only hunger and cold.

The sorcerer sat on the tree stump, and once again looked at the bonfire in the distance, and the envious belly screamed.

Who knows the next second, the gunfire in the campfire is ringing.

At the foot of the mountain, the two people who were on the riverside quickly entered the forest to see the cold and screamed.

Then, two silver-white spheres rolled out of the jungle and plopped into the river.

The sorcerer looked at it and couldn't help but eat the only piece of compressed biscuit.

However, he did not relieve his hunger.

About to be hungry, the cookies seem to be very delicious. In the dim forest, only the sound of plastic paper is slightly arrogant, and the strange footsteps of the hiking boots on the broken leaves.

The back of the witch's back suddenly stiffened.

The footsteps are very light, and each step has exactly the same spacing.

The coming man came up from the mouth of the river.

In the coniferous forest, all over the sand and broken leaves, the sorcerer even suspected that there would be such a light footstep, almost like a water ghost crawling out of the river. He remembered the gunshots at the foot of the mountain just now - he did not see a third person next to the campfire.

The sorcerer was almost integrated with the tree stump, and in the mountain, the pitiful screaming, gazing at the front.

Even so, he can only hear the other person's footsteps and can't hear each other's breathing.

He only knows that he is facing his own direction.

A bang, like a gun insurance was opened.

The witch's hole is shrinking.

The sound came from behind, the metal mechanical components touched slightly, and it seemed to be less than ten centimes from the side of the ear.

Seeing the trigger will be deducted in the next moment.

The witch's face is pale: "Helping you, ah, ah - all misunderstandings -"

The scorching shot was rubbed on the young curls of the juvenile.

The muzzle is still against, and the sorcerer in the moonlight reveals a half-white face, his eyes closed, and the softness is like a rabbit that grows on a tree stump.

Half of the hand is holding the compressed biscuits, and the supplies at the feet are the most barren in the audience.

The man snorted: "Where is the rabbit?"

His voice is very low, and the tone is cold and a little hoarse.

The sorcerer shook his head and shook his head.

Then the trembling turned and turned.

It was a tall man, about twenty-six and seventeen years old. The face is deep and handsome, very eye-catching, when looking down, the sharp color in the eyebrows is like an eagle in the mountains.

Unlike the players seen in the cabin, he has no exaggerated muscles that are prominent. However, once he was approached, it was like being pointed by a sharp bayonet.

There is no light in the eyes of men.

When the sorcerer glanced at it, he quickly lowered his head. In this moment, he thought of the water ghost again. Water ghosts don't grow like this, but -- normal people don't see people like this.

The man took the gun with his left hand, and the arm line exposed in the rolled cuff was strong, so he held it in a virtual way, and it was like holding the bunny's ear. "So weak, what to do?" ”

Wu Yicheng said: "Wrong."

"Wrong?"

"I was going to take part in the **** idol draft..."

The man showed a smile like a smile.

Until this moment, he had a bit of a normal person.

Wu Yi always felt that it seemed to have seen this face. His memory has always been very good, regardless of the silver screen or the poster, once you write down, you can always match the number. Only this time can not find out.

The man asked: "Do you cook dinner?"

Wu Yi: "Ah?"

In the next second, the sorcerer reacted and nodded nodded.

The slightly hot barrel was removed from the small soft hair.

The witch's bag of materials was forced to be turned over without hesitation.

The man took out the silver-black metal from the inside, and tore the backpack compartment and pulled a little fluff, and smashed it on the pile of dead leaves. The head of one meter eight went up, and when he leaned down, he also had a faint deterrent.

Then he suddenly had a dagger in his hand.

Wu Yi: "!!!"

Man: "Left site."

The sorcerer stood on the left and squatted.

The man ordered again: "Stand up and keep out the wind."

The witches tried to stretch themselves.

In the next moment, the dagger of the left hand of the man slid across the metal side. At the junction, the boring air suddenly picked up the spark of Mars. The fluff underneath is ignited by heat, and scattered spots spread to the woodpile and gradually form a small cluster of strong flames.

Textbook-style ignition.

The sorcerer looked at it. After the man threw away the metal block, it took a long time for Chen Yu to open his mouth: "Big brother, I... Should I stand here to keep out the wind?"

The man did not expect him to ask this sentence, and looked at the witch. The eyes are like watching small animals that are useless: "Feel free."

When the sorcerer saw that he did not refute the "big brother", there was finally a sense of security that was covered by a big cockroach. He quickly picked up the metal block that was thrown away, and printed it with the chemistry knowledge of the middle school in his mind, and immediately apologized.

It turns out that this is the precious mg magnesium, magnesium strip!

Seeing Daxie looking at it, he quickly blinked, and he said with enthusiasm: "Big brother, there is such a big cut, if it is still useful tomorrow night..."

The man put away the dagger, and the sharp blade swayed in his hand to make the sorcerer tremble: "The game will end tomorrow morning."

Wu Yanran: "Ah? Why..."

"Because I have something in the afternoon."

The sorcerer is awe-inspiring. Can not help but lean against the fire next to rely on, to block the wind, let the vigorous bonfire set off the glow of the big bang.

In the fire, the man has been replaced by a long shotgun.

Witch remembered the value of being left behind, and whispered, "Big brother, what do we eat at night!"

The man raised his gun and aimed at a rabbit behind the bush. He was careless: "Your kind."