Doomsday Paradise

Chapter 614 Slippery Lin Sanjiu

Lin Sanjiu had never felt such a strong desire to kill a puppeteer.

Being hit by a shot put, flying, standing up, rushing back to the runway, and being shot flying by the shot put... It sounds like it would be enough to follow this process for 1 minute, but she greatly underestimated the intensity of the shot put in the last minute.

The puppeteer's words were as easy as the rules of the game; as soon as he finished speaking, the rest of the contestants and puppets seemed to be insane. Wave after wave of tsunamis.

When Lin Sanjiu was sent flying by the shot put again, a "4" just appeared on the ground under her feet.

... This is the second time in a row that she has been sent flying.After she was hit by the shot put last time, before she even had time to rush back to the runway, she was thrown back a long distance by another shot put; panting heavily, Lin Sanjiu raised her eyes, and her heart constricted immediately up.

The runway she had just left behind was covered with densely packed hundreds of bright lines; one line hadn’t disappeared yet, and countless shot balls landed, pulling out more shiny parabolas behind the balls .

The parabolic net quickly spread across the sky, and soon there was no room to hide. There were shot balls flying in the air, far and near—"Damn it!" Not daring to stop, he drove the rocket and rushed towards the distant runway again, trying to return to the runway in a circle before the shot hit her.

However, the shot puts thrown by the evolutionaries with various means are indeed too fast.She had just run two steps forward when another shot put hit her in the middle, and with a "boom", it knocked her far away again—this time, she was farther away from the runway, not to mention that she was on the ground. The number at the same time also changed to "3".

"Why do you always get hit!" The Queen of Soul held Lin Sanjiu's shoulders tightly, and shouted as if she hated iron and steel: "Go around, go around, run forward!"

It really hurts to stand and talk without back pain!
In an instant, Lin Sanjiu's mind was filled with countless curses, but she couldn't utter a single word; now, from her nasal cavity to her chest and abdomen, it was as if she was being burned on fire, and all the breath she breathed in was used on As if running was not enough, my lungs hurt from pumping.

If she gets hit by a shot put again, she will be completely out of the game, and God knows what punishment this ghost world will have on her—Lin Sanjiu gritted his teeth and turned on the first gear of the rocket for a second.

"It's hard to get around her," Fatty Bai said halfway through his fair words, and he immediately ate a mouth full of the sudden intensified gale; this blow almost knocked his skull off, waiting for him When he finally saw the scenery around him clearly again, Lin Sanjiu just breathed a sigh of relief, and stepped into the edge of the runway with one foot.

"Squat!" The fat man suddenly yelled in a sharp voice, and Lin Sanjiu froze in shock—almost at the same time she stopped and squatted on the ground, a shot ball flew from the top of her head. He rushed over, leaving a shiny parabola in mid-air.

"Don't move!" The Queen of Soul also yelled suddenly, at the same time, Lin Sanjiu's pure touch was also activated - she immediately tightened her muscles, and forcibly stopped her momentum to rush forward; Just at this moment, another shot put whizzed past her, also drawing a bright line in front of her.

In this brief moment, a parabola floated above Lin Sanjiu's head and in front of her, confining her in this small space.

What are these parabolas, she will have the answer in the next second.

She was not the only one who followed the method of No. 17 and chose to be hit by a shot put; during the half a second that Lin Sanjiu was squatting on the spot, on the side of the runway in front of her, a faint figure suddenly appeared. Figure—she only knew one person who participated in the race in this way.

The bearded man emerged from the air, and when he stepped onto the runway, the number behind him had just jumped to "8"; then, he twisted his body and hit a parabola in front of her superior.

All of this happened in a blink of an eye, and when Lin Sanjiu wanted to sound a warning, it was already too late.

The shiny parabola trembled in the air, as excited as a trap that finally caught its prey; the bearded man remained motionless, being pulled by the bright line from one end to the middle, and then disappeared on the runway——

When the parabola was completely extinguished, no matter whether it was the beard or the bright line itself, it was as if it had never existed.

"What... what..." Lin Sanjiu was stunned, for a moment he couldn't feel anything but shock.

"What else, run!"

The Queen of Soul screamed, which shocked her back to her senses; Lin Sanjiu glanced back, and found that the time was approaching, so she jumped up and rushed forward—but at this time, on the runway ahead, there was something At that time, it was already covered with strands of parabolas, some were disappearing, and some were just forming; these parabolas formed a wide and dense net, which was obviously cast by those shot put players in advance, with the purpose of blocking the rear race player.

Lin Sanjiu cursed secretly, made a decisive decision, turned around and rushed out of the runway.

Judging from what the puppeteer said just now, it seems that the players in the shot put competition must throw all the shot puts on the ground within a limited time-even though there are only about 1 players, they are piled up like mountains and rivers. There are more than thousands of shot puts; if the puppeteer hadn't ordered these players to throw all the shot puts within [-] minute, at least there would be a little gap on the runway to dodge and move.

But now, Lin Sanjiu has no choice but to be forced far out of the runway by the dense parabola - she doesn't even know how far to run, because behind her, in front of her, above her head, under her feet, there are almost everywhere. They were all covered with shiny parabolas; there was hardly a runner in sight.

If the gift bag had been lucky just now, it was as if he had been poured down by a bucket of ice and snow, and his face turned pale.

"Why...why?" He turned around abruptly, and raised his voice to the puppeteer: "What's wrong with my sister, do you want to put her to death?"

The man wrapped tightly in black leather didn't even look at him, just squinting at the shot putter in the distance.In the exclamation of "I don't have a ball!" A shot put also fell through the air and when it hit the ground, they were pulled forward by some invisible thing and disappeared into the air immediately.

The puppeteer looked at it for a while, and dusted off the non-existent dust on the corner of his clothes in a bored manner. Then he turned his head and seemed to hear the voice of the gift bag: "What did you say?"

The courage in the gift bag just now melted away after being left out for a few seconds.With red eyes, he murmured, "My sister..."

"Your sister," the puppeteer interrupted him, and sneered mockingly: "You, the cheap sister you met halfway, has no other skills, except for one thing, that is, you never die when you deserve to die."

Li Bao immediately opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but his reason restrained himself desperately; seeing this, the puppeteer lowered his eyelids, and said softly, "If you don't believe me, look back."

For a moment, Libao almost thought that he was going to stab him when he turned around - but if the other party wanted to kill him, there was no need to trick him into turning around first; Libao hesitated for half a second, and finally summoned up the courage to look at the runway.

"Eh?" He swept his gaze across the field, and his eyes suddenly brightened slightly.

Disappointed, the puppeteer sounded in a bad mood: "She ran away again."

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