I'm not a bomb, so please don't throw me out

s attack.With those familiar and unfamiliar faces that appeared in her mind, those companions who used to be in the same guild as her, she never thought of using magic in the world of the mafia, but now reality is different from imagination.

"Ice—" she whispered, not as imposing as Gray, but the magnificent ice-blue magic circle appeared instantly, and she heard a voice exclaiming, "Long sword!"

Dozens of long swords made of ice appeared in the air, and flew towards one person exactly as the master who created them wanted.And closely followed by those tens of thousands or even more cloud needles.

Yanmao doesn't care if that person is stabbed to death, what she wants is not to use a long sword made of ice to kill that mafia, but to know that when she seizes the opportunity, no one hinders the action of those needles , what would those metal non-natural fine-bore needle-like non-unidentified creatures do.

Magic had a great impact on everyone, so some people came back to their senses only after the sword flew in front of them. They fired more than a dozen bullets and smashed all the long swords of ice.However, there is enough time.

"Ah——!!" Someone screamed, but Yanmao couldn't see clearly what happened in front of him.It wasn't until the soot gradually dissipated that the picture became clear.

Less than five centimeters from the ring-wearing finger of the mafia, seven silver needles formed a circle, and the thin, swaying cloud-like thread at the end was tightly wrapped around the ring, and the flames on the ring were continuously flowing Constantly drifting toward the center of that circle.If the flame is completely exhausted, then he is not far from death.The man screamed and wanted to break free from the ring, but the ring bound his fingers strangely and tightly, and he couldn't take it off no matter what.Someone nearby designs on those needles, but the broken needles will be replaced by new needles in no time.As the flames were gradually sucked dry, the man slowly fell to the ground, struggling, but unable to get up.

After completing the task, the cloud needles immediately withdrew to Yanmao's side, the original square formation disappeared, and the needles just scattered around Yanmao, jumping up and down as if asking for credit.

Before everyone recovered from Yanmao's box weapon, they heard a gunshot, then another screamed, and then fell to the ground in response.

Casting his eyes on Issota, Yanmao smiled: "Not bad, marksmanship."

"Actually, I aimed at the one next to him." Issota's voice was full of regret, "Well, as long as the result is good."

The surprise on the faces of Prison Temple and members of Lanshou couldn't be concealed. In this world where magic doesn't exist, Yanmao who summoned the magic circle is only suitable to be kept in Peng Lie's laboratory.

Fran just curled his lips, and said "Hey—" with a paralyzed face.

"Although it will be very hard, I have to work hard, but—" Yanmao said to Issota while preparing to activate the magic, "Please cherish your bullets, your marksmanship is not allowed."

"I know." Issota threw a look of "I know, I know, I don't want you to be long-winded".

"Hey, Prison Temple." Fancy said after thinking for a while, "Although this woman's box weapon is very powerful, it's impossible for these two people to fight so many people."

"Nonsense." Prison Temple replied, and then ordered his subordinates through the headset, "Attack the target in three seconds."

"Three, two, one."

Before Yanmao's magic was activated, and Issota still had four bullets remaining, more than two-thirds of the enemies in front of him were suddenly attacked, and both of them were stunned.

the end, but not the end of everything

Both were stunned.

Yanmao stared blankly at Prison Temple who suddenly appeared in front of him, turned his head, and asked Issota who was also staring at Fancy standing in front of him in a daze: "Now, should the two of us be together?" Said delicately, 'I knew you would come', and fell down softly?"

Issota replied with a look of curiosity and contempt: "You see the Teletubbies every day, can you become so bloody?"

"No, no, no," Yanmao raised her index finger and shook it flexibly left and right, "Dog blood is buried in the bones of every woman, without modification, it comes from inside."

"Oh?" Issota still had the same expression, "You post it when you're not a woman?"

Shrugging undeniably, Yanmao didn't answer. He looked down at his pair of sneakers that had become a bit dirty, and then looked up at Issota. The two looked at each other and smiled.

Because of the arrival of Prison Temple and Fancy, it is undeniable that the two of them relaxed, and their tense nerves were finally relieved.

Prison Temple and Fancy, who were standing in front of the two, twitched their mouths tacitly when they heard their conversation, so why are you chatting here before the battle is over?

They are not princesses, so it is not a prince who came to the rescue.What they have to do is to fight together, instead of lying in the arms of a man with an aggrieved face, biting a handkerchief and crying like rain, with the line "I'm scared to death la la la la ~"

On the right side of his waist, with his left hand clenched into a fist on the flat right palm, Yanmao kept casting magic.

Issota asked with great interest: "Huh, the posture has changed?"

"En." Yanmao took the time to answer, "Grey used that one just now when he was fighting with his brother. I've never done it before, so I'll give it a try. This is the one I'm really familiar with."

Prison Temple looked back at Yanmao, closed his mouth when he wanted to say something, turned around and rushed forward with Fancy.

Facing Lanshou and the main force of Lanshou's team, Xiao Zhengtai, in the terrifying Pengo Lie era, the mafia on the opposite side naturally didn't rush to the muzzle of their guns so stupidly, and sometimes they turned their attack directions and rushed towards the two seemingly useless little girls. Well, although one can be scary with magic and the other is inaccurate with marksmanship, it is also frightening, but it is much easier to deal with than those Vengley reinforcements.

——Although as long as the silver-haired Lanshou and the red-eyed kid don't come to help, it stands to reason that this is the case.

Issota closed his eyes in fright in the face of a bunch of mafioso rushing towards him. He held the pistol tightly with both hands and fired indiscriminately. The four bullets were quickly used up, and four people were seriously injured if not dead.Slowly opening his eyes, Issota pointed to a person in surprise and asked, "Why aren't you dead yet?!"

"..." That person wasn't ready to answer. He just wanted to say "I don't intend to talk nonsense with dying people" boldly, and then sent his box animals to attack the girl, and then shot him to kill him. A ridiculously large ice elephant pounced.The ice elephant kept slapping him with its nose made of ice, leaving him cold and sore, and by the time he came to his senses it was the strange girl who used magic, it was too late, purple flames Already clutching his ring and spewing flames.

Issota reacted quickly, turned around and asked Yanmao: "Why is this elephant so big?"

Spreading his hands, Yanmao looked very helpless: "You know, my modeling magic has never followed my control."

Even though he had seen it once, when he saw the ice-blue magic circle led by Yanmao again, he was still surprised and speechless.In a world where magic doesn't exist, seeing an elephant made of ice that can shake its trunk is like seeing Jiro do Yamamoto's hair.

A few people saw the prison temple and thought this was a good opportunity, so they rushed up to make a sneak attack. Unexpectedly, when they had already rushed in front of Lan Shou, several people suddenly appeared floating, with black bones around the edges. Surrounded by a box of weapons similar to a protective cover, when he regained consciousness, he suddenly bumped into a pair of green eyes, sharp, sharp, with an indescribable light.They stepped back, but saw a giant leopard with bright red eyes and a bloodthirsty growl, which made them dare not run away.

"Tsk tsk tsk, Mr. Fried Hair is real, he is scared when he is about to die." Yanmao shook his head and said with an expression of "my son is not good enough", while instructing Yinzhen to go to the prison temple and wait for the flame to be sucked.

She is not a pervert, seeing the horror and resentment expressions of those people because her flames were absorbed, she didn't have any desire to satisfy joy or pathology at all - the idea of ​​wanting to see it again, she just felt scared, I feel nauseous, and I want to close my eyes so badly——

But she won't do that.

For a long time, Yanmao has maintained a deadpan face and lived carefully in the world of the mafia alone. It is not a hypocritical "I am strong and fragile, I have to bear it alone" plot, but she is used to having a low eyebrow People who are pleasing to the eye feel that this is the rule that they should abide by, not to cause trouble for those adults, not to try to make those adults feel sorry for them with weird reasons, love at first sight, one kiss for life, and not reject all requests that can be done, The requirements that cannot be fulfilled must be accepted after they can be fulfilled, and they will be contented and fulfill their duties-this way they will be very long-lasting.

In fact, she just wants to live... So she escaped from Valia and refused to obey, causing trouble to the ten generations of Pengelie's family all day long. The body has nothing to do~

Well, well, although I really don't want to admit it, but her own life and her own face have a new change, a change that worries her and feels strange, but seems to make people around her not annoying , leaving her in a choice between returning to her original state and maintaining the status quo.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa'' smacking myself at will, but this is not the point.

"What are you still doing in the midst of the battle, you idiot! ! ! 』

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