Doomsday Wonderland

This is anti-theft, let's just let it go for the text... I don't have a word of it

When Fanhe's round begins, the lineup on the chessboard at this time has not changed much compared with the previous round.

[Painting style mutation version with a ding] After being robbed, the empty row of tiles is still empty at this time, like a smooth road leading to Lin Sanjiu's shelf.

And [Ghost Painting] has not moved since it landed, so it is still standing on the last square on the edge of the chessboard.

It was obviously [Tornado Whip] that was standing in front of the sorcerer's chess pieces; as soon as it disappeared, the sorceress with a P value of only 1 was completely exposed, and at this moment she was standing dumbfounded on Lin Sanjiu's left.

After the painter's chess piece retreated two squares, it happened to be standing on the right side of Lin Sanjiu, clinging to the white wall of Shangchao, standing in the last row on the vertical edge of the chessboard.

"Why did it take several minutes for my turn to start after she called out the attack?"

As expected, Fanhe was very cautious, as if he was afraid that he would waste the opportunity to act if he moved casually. At this time, he was able to hold back himself, and kept his back facing the chessboard when he asked the question.

Even though the temperature in the dungeon is pleasant, Lin Sanjiu's forehead is still covered with sweat.

"This is her personal reason, and I can't tell you," the female employee shrugged, "I'm the referee, so I have to be fair."

"What?" Fan and Bad Image could only ask, "What's wrong with him?"

As soon as Fanhe's footsteps stopped, the entire dungeon sank into a commotion.

"Now it's Lin Sanjiu's turn," the male employee reminded.

It wasn't until he heard those words that Yang Yushun took a deep breath, trying to force himself to relax again.

When Lin Sanjiu took small steps and went straight to Fanhe's shelf, Fanhe seemed to have figured out your intention in an instant, so he couldn't help but snorted.

Fanhe stopped the car slowly, behind you is the sorceress who was exposed just now.

It was as if even the male employees were curious. A few seconds before Lin Sanjiu's voice fell, the entire dungeon was quietly waiting for Fanhe's answer.

"What...what's the idea?" Lin Sanjiu was still not paying attention when he answered.

The male employee urged, Yang Yushun said nothing, and Fanhe stared at the sorceress chess piece for a long time, as if waiting for something to happen—but after nearly a minute, nothing happened.

It wasn't until it was his turn that Lin Sanjiu turned around quickly. The muscles all over his body were still not trembling slightly because they were too tense just now. When watching Hanhu Fanhe, a small stone in your heart suddenly fell to the ground, and you couldn't hold back any longer, and burst out a burst of laughter before you suddenly relaxed.

To be honest, whether it is Fanhe's ability or the item shelf, it may be a worse target than it; but knowing whether it is because of intuition or bad oddity, Lin Sanjiu finally chose to attack it—when Guangdianyi started , You still have time to be happy that the time is turning, but you are stunned.

After thinking about it, you asked again: "You don't mean to offend him, but what is he...?"

Could it be that Fanhe was able to maintain mental stability during the "dimension spanning" because of that one thing?

This time when Fanhe took action, it was not as easy as the previous few times; when the male employee counted down to seven, you also ran close to Lin Sanjiu with small steps, and the eyes of the seven met in the air, Both of them can clearly see the suspicion, hesitation, worry, and eagerness on each other's face... like looking in a mirror.

"You know he's running in this direction," Lin Sanjiu shook his head, and said, "As he said, that dungeon is fair at all. The key to victory is strategy, but it's the pawns you brought back."

After all, you still avoided Lin Sanjiu.

When the sound of Fanhe's footsteps stopped, it was as crisp as before, instead of sloppy and staggering; besides the high gasp, you finally lost a little bit of panic for the first time.

Lin Sanjiu looked at the light spot outside his hand, and asked rhetorically, "When did he retreat into the arsenal?"

Seeing that Fanhe was talking for a while, you asked again: "What kind of things are there on his shelf?"

"Why is he defending?" Lin Sanjiu glanced sideways at Fanhe, "You are very close now, you couldn't attack him at all last round."

At this time, Fanhe was standing under the seventeenth row of tiles, facing the wall of the Shangchao—it was still far away from your own camp area, it seemed that he was facing the wall and thinking about his past.

"He cares about you," Lin Sanjiu muttered, "He's worried, why did he go to the other side? These eight lines are all empty."

"Are you still so stupid?" Lin Sanjiu glanced at your well-stocked ability shelf, and said, "This one doesn't have a one-tenth chance, yes, maybe it's a one-seventy chance Bar?"

"What, what's going on?" Fanhe widened his eyes, but the white wall behind him was still unmoved. "You ran in that direction just now..."

"His pawn...?"

The sorceress of P1 was naturally taken away smoothly; the light spot you turned into was also added to Fanhe's item shelf.

"Ten," the male employee shouted, "stop!"

"He made you think that he activated some kind of effect, so that you didn't catch him just out of caution, so that he would have no chance to take a product from your shelf." Fanhe fiercely Said, "It's just that you can see how much harm that step can bring him. If you go back and attack him, he will have to leave, so everything will return to the original point... Could it be that he pinned his hopes on Can I get [Spirit of All Things] at once?"

"What is he doing this for?" Fanhe sounded really confused, "Forcing you to catch him, so bad to start the copy?"

Abnormal human beings, whose spirit and mind will run away from home at any time?

"He can't give it a try," Fanhe said with his head turned, "see if he can successfully attack you on P12."

"Return," following Yang Yushun's order, the artist also returned to the shelf. "You have to act, let him time it."

"You know a person who almost encounters an opponent outside the entire doomsday world, because I—or you, are too weak, so weak that it makes no sense." Lin Sanjiu murmured, "You can turn around You can breathe a sigh of relief by successfully releasing your ability through this person's consciousness." At that time, you didn't even give a notice, and you turned around abruptly and rushed forward, forcing the male employee The countdown must be over immediately—Yang Yushun is still standing under the chessboard, at this moment he can only stand still, he can even turn his head, and he can only listen to the footsteps under the chessboard in front of him, feeling relaxed for a while. Even the muscles of the front back contracted.

"For...why?"

"As for your person, it's not that the overall strength is relatively balanced, but when you compare one thing alone, it is indeed better than his tricky tricks." Yang Yushun explained impatiently, "The bad thing is that there is only one under you. None of your own."

"So he took this away..." When Fanhe finally spoke, he was as calm as before, as if all emotions were out of your voice. "He can always take away what you can lose the most, and he also knows which of the seven of you is unlucky."

Fanhe is talking. You thought about it, and tentatively said, "Attack."

"Ten!" The male employee reported the first number and shouted, "Stop!"

Fan and Badxiang still know which shelf you are attacking, and they are now almost wonderfully saying: "Is that his original idea?"

Fanhe lowered his voice, and asked again: "Why - you just turned around and ran to your own camp area, why are you there?"

"His attack just now..." Fanhe looked at the witch, but the words were spoken by Chao Lin Sanjiu: "Why didn't it have any effect?"

You frowned and looked at the light for a while, and wanted to turn your head to look at Fanhe on the chessboard in front of you, but because of copy restrictions, you even turned your neck away.

It took Yang Yushun one or four seconds to sprint to the back of the Fanhe shelf before losing the degenerate's physical fitness, and now it took Yang Yushun one or four seconds to sprint to the back of the shelf—you use the first one or two seconds to twist He threw himself behind the shelf whose name he only knew half, and shouted, "Attack!"

Vatican and a meal.

Fanhe was silent for a few seconds, then said: "I give up on the first action, please start timing."

"He's young? Does he know who his parents are?" Lin Sanjiu opened his hand, and the light flew back to his camp. "You're curious...why doesn't he have something called 'spiritual body suture'? The effect seems to be...to keep his spiritual mind outside his body?"