Doomsday game milk tea cart

The submachine gun fired quickly to stop the movement of the clay figurines in front of him, and Yi Luo retreated slowly, keeping a distance from them, retreating all the way to the highest point of the auditorium.

He retreated to the last step of the auditorium, and the clay figures seemed to be attracted by him and slowly surrounded him. There was only a huge notice board behind him, and there was no way to retreat.

On the billboard is a certain beverage advertisement, and the football star with a mouthful of white teeth is smiling. I don’t know whether it was automatically generated by the system or copied from the original place of Blue Star. Yi Luo glanced at it and stepped on it very impolitely. His face climbed to the top of the billboard.

He touched the back of the billboard, where there was an air wall, which was probably the boundary of this copy.

First retreat to the border of the copy, to avoid being caught in the enemy's front and back, and then——

Yiluo sat cross-legged on the billboard, waiting for the clay figurines to approach.

The speed of the clay figurine itself is not fast. This kind of monster created by dipping in the mud quickly is quite rough. It is not comparable to the strength of the previous clay figurine stars. It will almost explode into a ball of mud when hit.

If you think about it, the number is already so astonishing, and there must be some restrictions on attack power, otherwise it will be too much.

Yi Luo took out a grenade from his bosom, pinched the ring and shook it twice, he was waiting for the monsters to gather more.

It's a bit strange to say, although he was thrown into this dungeon by himself, but he is actually in a good mood now.

He raised his head slightly, held the gift item in his hand, propped his chin and sighed, glanced at the approaching monster from the corner of his eye, opened his hand and dropped the grenade from between his fingers.

There was a loud explosion sound under the billboard, but Yi Luo didn't pay much attention to it. He was thinking about whether to give this prop to He Wuning for a while.

It seems a bit guilty not to send it away, but if you give it away...Yi Luo frowned looking at the "unspeakable love" on the prop.

He has always thought that He Wuning is a pretty good partner, he doesn't seem to be very interested in other people's affairs, even if he knows that you are hiding something, as long as you don't tell too obvious lies, he won't bother to get to the bottom of it.

Yi Luo has always felt that he has a particularly likable "none of my business" temperament in him.

But occasionally it can be overwhelming.

He shook the prop in his hand, put it in his pocket, and reluctantly turned his attention to the monster in front of him.

After the grenade bombardment, the monsters were not dense enough. It would be too wasteful to use a submachine gun at this time. Yi Luo took out a gun from his waist and almost didn't need to aim. He raised his arm at just the right angle, and the distance appeared in the front sight. The head of the nearest monster.

The bullet, carrying the sulfurous smell of gunpowder, was pushed out of the gun chamber, and sent straight into the monster's body, where it turned into a puddle of muddy water and fell down on the spot.

This was like a shooting practice for him, he was very familiar with the feeling of pulling the trigger, every time before shooting, he could almost confirm whether a bullet would hit or not.He looked at the approaching monster coldly, and cleared a safe zone in front of him with minimal consumption.

He can also distract himself by the way, recalling his not-so-short secondary school period.

…Actually, it’s hard to say whether it’s over now, anyway, his family members at that time, neither his dignified father nor his serious mother, didn’t approve of him becoming a sniper.

——The reason is that he is too outstanding.

Snipers need to lurk, need patience, and need to wait for a just right opportunity to deliver that deadly bullet.

Yi Luo didn't like to wait, he liked to create the opportunity to deliver that bullet by himself.

Therefore, he was often scolded by his father as a reckless man.

In this respect, He Wuning and him get along very well.

It was quite a novel experience for him to be so safely thrown into a dangerous dungeon. Anyway, at least in the combat department, they would never use such a combat method.

But he still felt quite happy, with a... long-lost illusion of being trusted.

Of course, he was very sure that if he had the cheek to ask He Wuning if he trusted him, he would probably give him the middle finger with a stinky face.

The guy with the middle finger in his mind came to communicate, and Yi Luo picked it up, his hands were not slow, he shot down the approaching monster, and then he said lazily, "So fast?"

"My place is busy, and I can hold on for a while."

The other side was not polite at all, He Wuning said: "Then let's have a meal before coming back?"

Yi Luo choked for a moment: "...what do you eat in the middle of the night?"

"Supper." He Wuning's tone made people not sure whether he was serious or joking, "The cafeteria made vermicelli soup, and I hacked your share."

Yi Luo covered his stomach in pain: "You have no conscience!"

He Wuning smiled lightly: "Stop talking nonsense and order."

Yi Luo sighed, "Watermelon juice."

Q sauce emphasized on the other side of the communication device: "It's Zhizhi, Melon and Melon Crispy Bobo! Tell me your name!"

Hang up over there.

Yi Luo stood up, looked thoughtfully at the mud splashed by his feet, hesitated for a moment, and finally stretched out his hand to wipe some on his face.

As soon as he finished the action, a portal opened in front of the billboard, and the milk tea cart rushed straight out, and fell straight down from mid-air into the crowded mud crowd in the auditorium, forcibly using the bodies of monsters as a buffer, Risky stopped.

The anti-aircraft machine gun at the front of the milk tea cart kept on shooting down a group of clay figurines who were trying to climb up the billboard. Yi Luo put away the gun and smiled.

"I said I'm going to have a vermicelli soup first, but it came very quickly."

The first one to jump out of the car was Xue Xun. He pointed at Yi Luo who was standing on the top of the billboard angrily: "You stand so high and want to throw us to death!"

Yi Luo shrugged innocently: "Isn't it like this in ordinary fairy tales? The princess waiting for the knight in the tower or something."

"What kind of princess are you?" Xue Xun saw that the situation in the field was not right. The number of clay figurines was beyond imagination. The non-combatants immediately retreated to the milk tea cart with self-knowledge, and poked their heads out of the window to communicate with Yi Luo. , "Come down!"

Yi Luo sat on the billboard and dangled his legs: "You don't even deliver food?"

He Wuning glanced up, cut open the surrounding clay figurines, and cleared a little way.

Only then did Yi Luo realize that there were two other people in the car, the two familiar faces from Team Seven, Ji Ou and Tang Yu.

Ji Ou probably came as a mascot, so Tang Yu was probably the one who specially dealt with this scene.

She smiled and glanced at He Wuning: "So, shall I start first?"

He Wuning nodded, and headed towards the billboard.

Xue Xun opened the car window and widened his eyes: "Hey, Brother He, what are you doing!"

He Wuning raised the milk tea in his hand, expressionless: "Send it to a certain princess on the tower."

Yi Luo originally planned to jump off, but when he heard what he said, he drew back his feet and waited on the billboard with great interest.

Xue Xun opened his mouth, and Q Sauce patted him on the shoulder: "It's okay, just get used to it, they often come here on a whim."

"Don't be afraid, it's safe in the car, I will protect you!"

Xue Xun and Ji Ou glanced at it at the same time, and finally chose to stand behind it silently.

Xue Xun nodded: "It's up to you from now on, Q sauce."

Ji Ou nodded: "Please."

Tang Yu stood outside the car. The road that had just been opened could not last long, and new clay figurines surrounded him again.She took out a handful of various seeds from her pocket and threw them out. This was obviously not an attack method. Even the rather weak clay figurines did not fall because of this, but those seeds were obviously swallowed by them.

Tang Yu showed a smiling face, and the movements of the clay figurines who wanted to continue approaching unconsciously seemed to stiffen suddenly, and their bodies seemed to twist for a moment.

In the next moment, the buds covered with muddy water burst out of the ground.

The clay figurine was quickly covered by thin roots and buds, and the plants sprouted quickly, buds grew from the buds, and the buds bloomed and rotted in an instant to bear fruit, and the fruit fell into the soil again and fed new seeds...

Green energy floated in her palm, and she looked at the plants with gentle eyes that accelerated the growth process and continued to expand and spread rapidly, showing a smiling face: "Sure enough, this place is very suitable for my ability."

The mud people have been absorbed by the seeds, waving branches and roots in order to grab more nutrients, centered on the milk tea cart, spreading towards the mud layer by layer.

"Hiss." Xue Xun couldn't help rubbing his arms, "You said that if Tang Yu used this trick on a human, it would be so painful."

"No." Tang Yu appeared by the window at the right time, "In fact, human flesh and blood have no soil suitable for plants to survive. If you have to use flesh and blood..."

Ji Ou: "We don't want to know how to grow plants with flesh and blood, thank you, please don't talk about it."

Tang Yu shrugged regretfully. She looked at the plants in the rapidly expanding area and laughed: "In fact, plants are also quite scary. Their instinct is only to snatch more nutrients and grow stronger, so they don't care about absorbing the nutrients from them." Where does the energy come from?"

"And don't care what kind of pieces these poor clay figurines will break into."

Ji Ou glanced at her, rubbed his head, and muttered softly: "But it's true that she's terrifyingly strong in a place suitable for plant growth."

"Thank you for the compliment." Tang Yu smiled and turned to look at the billboard. He Wuning had already reached the bottom of the billboard. He kicked away the clay figurines surrounding the billboard, and inserted Tang Hengdao into the billboard for support. , also turned over to the top of the billboard.

There is another hole in the face of the unknown star on the billboard.

He Wuning threw the milk tea in his hand, Yi Luo raised his hand to catch it, and pointed at his cheeks covered with mud by the way: "Look, you are so relieved to leave me alone in the dungeon, that's why I almost died just now. Proof of being in danger."

He Wuning raised his eyebrows and looked at his painted face, and looked him up and down suspiciously: "Why do I think you look like Pengci?"

"How could it be?" Yi Luo replied confidently, "Could it be that I painted this on myself?"

He Wuning stared at him for a while, and after a brief silence, he said, "I saved a portion of vermicelli soup for you."

Yi Luo was very surprised, this was probably some kind of compensation from He Wuning, just as he was about to say something, He Wuning turned around and glared at him: "Don't push yourself too hard."

Before Yi Luo could speak, Q Sauce over there had already yelled, "That's right, that's right!"

"You want to take the opportunity to make a strange request!"

"I didn't." Yi Luo showed sincere eyes, "I'm just quite shocked, you actually went to the cafeteria to get the vermicelli soup behind my back, isn't it a bit too much?"

He Wuning: "... Xue Xun brought them here."

The author has something to say: Xue Xun: What are you doing!Do you still want to say me after eating mine!

感谢在2021-09-0823:59:24~2021-09-0922:23:51期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: Lei Sansan and Cheng Xin Chengxi 1;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 15 bottles of crushed watermelon on the chest;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!