Chapter 611

Lin Sanjiu has never been so murderous to the puppet master.

Hit and fly by the shot put, stand up, rush back to the runway, and be hit and fly by the shot put... It sounds like following this process for one minute, but she greatly underestimated the density of the shot put in the last minute.

The words of the puppet master are as easy to use as the rules of the game; As soon as he spoke, the rest of the players and dolls suddenly seemed crazy. The endless supply of shot put from broken air strikes was like waves of tsunami.

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

... this is the second time in a row that she has been beaten away. The last time she was hit by a shot put, before she even had time to rush back to the runway, she was hit back a long distance by another shot put; Gasping for breath, Lin Sanjiu raised his eyes and his heart immediately contracted.

The runway just left behind by her has been covered with hundreds of bright lines; A line has not disappeared, and countless shot put landed, pulling out more shiny parabolas behind the ball.

The parabola net quickly spread across the sky, and soon there was no room to hide. There were shot put balls far and near, flying in the air - "shit!" Lin Sanjiu scolded, and he didn't dare to stop at all. He drove the rocket and rushed out of the runway again, trying to go back to the runway in a circle before the shot put hit her.

However, the shot put thrown by the evolutionists with various means is really too fast. She had just run forward for two steps, and another shot put had hit her at the waist. "Dong" hit her far away again - this time, she was farther away from the runway, not to mention, the number on the ground also became "3".

"Why do you always get hit!" The queen of soul tightly grabbed Lin Sanjiu's shoulder and shouted, "go around, go around, run forward!"

It's really easy to stand and talk!

In an instant, countless curses rolled in Lin Sanjiu's mind, but he couldn't say a word; Now, from her nasal cavity to her chest and abdomen, she seems to be burned on a fire. All the breath she breathes is used for running, as if it is not enough, and her lungs are painful from smoking.

If she is hit by the shot put again, she will be out of the game completely. At that time, God knows what punishment the ghost world will give her - Lin Sanjiu gritted his teeth and opened the first gear of the rocket for a second.

"It's hard for her to get around," Bai pangzi said half of his fair words, and immediately ate a mouthful of the suddenly increased gale; This almost lifted his skull. When he finally saw the scenery around him again, Lin Sanjiu was just relieved and stepped into the edge of the runway.

"Squat down!" The white fatty suddenly screamed, and Lin Sanjiu was shocked. Almost at the same time when she stopped and squatted on the ground, a shot put rushed over her head, leaving a shiny parabola in the air.

"Don't move!" The queen of soul also shouted suddenly, at the same time, Lin Sanjiu's pure touch also started - she immediately tightened her muscles and stifled the momentum to rush forward; At this time, another shot put passed in front of her, and a bright line was also pulled out in front of her.

In this short moment, Lin Sanjiu had a parabola floating on her head and in front of her, which limited her to this small space.

What are these parabolas? She will have the answer in the next second.

She is not the only one who learned the method of No. 17 and chose to be hit by the shot put; In the half second when Lin Sanjiu squatted in place, a figure suddenly appeared on the side of the track in front of her - she knew only one person who participated in the race in this way.

The beard took shape from the air. When he stepped into the runway, the number behind him just jumped to "8"; Then, he twisted his body and hit a parabola in front of her.

All this happened between lightning and flint. When Lin Sanjiu wanted to give a warning, it was too late.

The shining parabola shook in the air, as excited as a trap that finally caught its prey; The beard did not move, was pulled by the bright line from one end to the middle, and disappeared on the runway——

When the parabola was also immediately extinguished, both the beard and the bright line itself seemed to have never existed.

"What... What..." Lin Sanjiu was stunned. For a time, he couldn't feel anything except shock.

"What else, run!"

The queen of soul screamed, and suddenly she was shocked back to her senses; Lin Sanjiu glanced back and found that the time was approaching. He jumped up immediately and rushed out towards the front - but at this time, the runway ahead was covered with wisps of parabola, some of which were disappearing, and some of which had just taken shape; These parabolas form a wide and dense net, which is obviously thrown by those shot putters in advance in order to block the runners behind.

Lin Sanjiu cursed secretly, made a quick decision, and 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 put on the ground within a limited time - although there are only 300 players, there are more than hundreds of shot put piled up like mountains and rivers; If the puppet division did not order these players to throw all the shot put in one minute, at least there would be a little space to dodge and move on the runway.

But now, Lin Sanjiu was pushed out of the runway by the dense parabola without any choice - she didn't even know how far she had to run out, because behind her, in front of her, on her head and under her feet, there were shining parabolas everywhere; Barely a runner could be seen in the field of vision.

If the gift bag was lucky just now, it's like being poured down by a basin of ice and snow, and his little face is white.

"For... Why?" He suddenly turned around and raised his voice to the Puppeteer: "what happened to my sister? You have to kill her?"

The man tightly wrapped in black leather did not even look at him, but squinted at the shot putter in the distance. In "I have no ball!" "Where are the people?" In such screams, those shot putters who were not puppets were disappearing one by one - when the last shot they threw also fell to the ground, they were pulled forward by something invisible and immediately disappeared into the air.

The Puppeteer looked at it for a while and dusted the dust that didn't exist on the corner of his clothes in boredom. Then he turned his head and seemed to hear the voice of the gift bag: "what did you say?"

The courage of the gift bag under a moment of anger was left to dry for a few seconds, and it had already melted. With red eyes, he murmured, "my sister..."

"Your sister," the Puppeteer interrupted him and sneered sarcastically, "you are a cheap sister on the way. You have no other skills, but one thing is that you never die when you die."

The gift bag immediately opened his mouth, as if to say something, but reason desperately restrained himself; Seeing this, the Puppeteer lowered his eyelids and whispered gloomily, "if you don't believe it, look back."

For a moment, the gift bag almost thought he would stab him when he turned back - but if the other party wanted to kill him, he didn't have to cheat him to turn back first; The gift bag hesitated for half a second, and finally summoned up the courage to look at the runway.

"Eh?" His eyes lit up slightly as he glanced around the field.

Because of disappointment, the Puppeteer sounded in a bad mood: "she ran away again."