Doomsday Wonderland

"I know why you are old and not dead."

...... After the silver net was smashed out, it flashed and disappeared into the night, and like its owner, there was no more sound. The moment when Spartan was reflected in the face was so dazzling, even if it was heavy and dark, it seemed as if it was still in the field of vision.

Silver paint splashed on his clothes, faintly depicting his half-face; he looked like the Son of God who came out of the dark night, his eyes stained with the color of the forest.

No matter how many times I saw it, the impact of Spartan's appearance is still amazing.

Until the puppet teacher opened his mouth coldly, Lin Sanjiu was excited to return to God.

"Whoever you meet, you have to pull a relationship, so if you meet again next time, you can't die."

He seems to see that the two are acquainted.

Lin Sanji took a nose and didn't know why there was no one in the church. It seemed that she was watching what she was going to answer. She had to whisper to Bohemia with a deaf ear: "Oh, nothing, call your fish out and shine."

There was no quiet response in the dark.

"Bohemian?"

Still no response.

Could it be -

"I didn't hurt her," Spartan's low-pitched voice immediately sounded in the darkness, as if she had thought of her flashing thoughts: "Because I saw you."

The puppeteer suddenly snorted with low and low disgust.

Lin Sanjiu smiled unscrupulously, and walked to Bohemia in a small step; behind him, Spartan said, "I am coming," and then a lamppost with a height of half a person quickly lit up from the dim. Get up and slowly float into the air.

The soft light suddenly sprinkled over half of the dilapidated church. Bohemia is standing stiffly in the corner, motionless, every inch of skin exposed on the body is red and red, as if suddenly turned into a red stone sculpture. Lin Sanjiu patted her gently, and she suddenly jumped up. The big dream began to wake up: "Dry, what are you doing?"

"I want to ask you," Lin Sanqu asked suspiciously. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing," Bohemia didn't dare to look at Spartan at first glance, and his eyes stared at the other direction without hesitation. He twisted his neck very unnaturally: "I, I... Who is that person?"

"Spartan, I told you."

With a faint scent of figs coming from behind, Bohemia turned his head subconsciously, followed by a half-mouthed, red-faced face, and suddenly froze - and crashed.

"You told me about her?" Spartan asked, whispering. His voice hoared slightly, like a sigh of sighing through the ear.

The appearance of Bohemia, even if she emerged from the ears and eyes because of brain overload in the next second, Lin Sanjiu would not be surprised.

"Yes, there is something you might be looking for."

When I thought that Bohemia had scornfully called Spartan a "white face" not long ago, Lin Sanjiu couldn't help but want to laugh. She glanced back at Sbaan and wanted to ask him and his mother how he was at the bottom of the earth, and he hesitated for a moment with the doll on his head. It was at this time that her mind was fierce. The ground hit a light.

The puppeteer has been so calm until now, and there are not so many people who put him outside, which is already a problem.

A little anxious, she looked up and shouted: "You called him over!"

Under the vault of the church, there was no darkness lit up by the light. After a few seconds, the nasal voice of the doll was not cold or hot.

"Then why do you want to lead me to attack him?" Lin Sanjiu wants to understand more and more, if she was misled to prepare for an ambush, Spartan would not even shoot her - if Bohemia just now The silver network did not illuminate the two in time, I am afraid that the battle did not know what would be the end.

The puppeteer sighed with disappointment.

"I can't do it myself, I have to try it." He said coolly. "If he can kill you, people must have hope."

"You want to take me as a gun, I am afraid it won't work. I noticed that she is a woman," Spartan smiled softly and seemed to be fearless about the dolls. His posture was so relaxed and it looked like Just chatting with old friends: "So I didn't have a heart to kill."

Has he not made all his efforts?

This thought circled for half a second in the mind of Lin Sanjiu and was quickly diluted by the other. She stretched the pointer and pointed a few times in the air, because the heart was angry, and the tone was not too gentle: "You come down, let's say a few of them."

If she didn't hide fast, the pointer in her hand would almost be interrupted by a rushing attack. She was busy taking a step back and confirmed that it was not another disease. Then she licked the rising temple and turned and asked: "Have you ever known him?"

Spartan lazily snorted from his throat and walked over to the fire. He sat in the chair that Lin Sanjiu had just moved out, stretching his body and straightening his two long legs. When he met with the last time in the arsenal, he seemed to be a bit tired, the dark blue uniform was open and the collar was loose, and the light and shadow traced the shape of his throat and collarbone. As far as he goes, he can draw the light to follow where.

"What the **** is going on?" Lin Sanjiu said, while he was bringing Bohemia. Under the double impact of fear and who knows what emotions are, the latter's brain seems to be completely unsuccessful, and he followed her in a small step.

When she saw Spartan's shy, affectionate reaction, she had seen a lot, but she had never seen this state as if the brain was burning. The blond man reached out and shook a few times in front of Bohemia; Bohemia still stubbornly twisted his head, and refused to turn to look at him.

The doll teacher suddenly popped up: "This person is OK."

He obviously couldn't have been Lin Sansuo or Spartan. However, Bohemia smashed him a boast, but it seemed like a knife, his face quickly paled.

Spartan sighed with a low sigh, and the pair seemed to be able to **** the soul into the same green eyes and looked straight into the eyes of Lin San. He looked at her without hesitation. After a few seconds, he suddenly smiled softly, and the warm breath could almost smother the skin: "I am here to assassinate him."

"Ah, is it?"

Perhaps it is the cause of a bad cold, Lin Sanjiu only looked at him and answered two words. After a few seconds of quiet in the church, she suddenly reacted: "What?"

"Assassinate him."

"Wait--why? Didn't he call you?"

Spartan glanced at the air, like the green jade immersed in the white stream, passing by at night. "It’s not so much that he called, it’s better to say that we both have a bit of tacit understanding because of the previous cooperation. He knows that I am going to assassinate him, and I know he knows."

"...you repeat, I have a bad brain."

"It doesn't matter if you don't have a cold."

The puppet teacher finally couldn't help it. The voice was sharp and cold like a skate. "No one knows what we know, so the arsenal sent him. - When you sneezed, you ran your head down the nostrils?"

Spartan heard the words and suddenly looked at Lin Sanjiu.

"What?" she asked a little.

"You are very familiar?" This is not like a question.

"I said that he would kill me if he was familiar."

"...Do you think that I can't move now?" The voice of the puppet teacher suddenly became soft and dangerous. However, Lin Sanshen waited for a while and found that he still did not come down - his injury may be heavier than she thought.

"So you are very familiar." Spartan got the blonde and let go, and the golden glow of the sheet fell in disarray.

Who wants to always meet him?

Lin Sanjiu sighed. I really didn't know how to persuade the puppet teacher. He shouted: "Why don't you go to me to recover from injury?"

"roll."

Waiting for her to speak again, Spartan suddenly sat up and found a few irritations: "People's teacher, say something right."

"The ears of the two idiots are the same as the rabbits. What are you talking about?"

The blonde man, like he didn't hear, went straight into the door: "What do you want?"

The church was quiet. After a while, the doll teacher snorted coldly: "Visa officer."

"done."

"Don't rush to agree," the puppet teacher smiled sullenly. "I want more."

"In general, two are enough?" Spartan slightly frowned.

"It used to be enough, now it may not be."

"What do you mean?"

"You haven't noticed yet? The transmission law has failed," the doll's division stopped, and it seemed to be forced to go down for another burst of asthma. "...the visa system is also confusing. One of the two visa officers can't guarantee anything, and now they are consumables."

"The transmission law has failed?" Spartan was taken aback and glanced at Lin Sanjiu. After she explained the rumors of the "Great Flood" and the copy of the medical station, he sighed for a while and finally sighed softly.

"It turned out to be like this." Such unbelievable news, he seems to accept very quickly. "This will also explain a series of situations in the last twelve organizations..."

I don't know what Spartan thought of, the sound is getting lower and lower, the eyes are getting brighter, and the luster is almost impossible to look straight. Lin Sanjiu heard him say "maybe just like this", but he didn't know if he should ask.

"What do you want?" the puppet teacher asked faintly.

This is obviously a transaction. Both sides must first open the conditions and put the chips on the table.

Spartan didn't say anything, just turned to look at Lin Sanjiu. She has never seen this blonde man's eyes in this look - as if he looked at the river of time and took away the body of everyone, but he stood alone on the bank of the embankment, in the sand Standing alone.

She somehow remembered his "soul of twins".

"I want, you don't have the ability to give it to me now," Spartan said lowly. "Small wine, where is your medical room?"