Thriller Paradise

The darkness in front of Hongjun suddenly faded, and the sense of hearing and touch recovered almost at the same instant.

He opened his eyes and found himself lying on the ground.

The next second, he suddenly turned over and sat up. Then, the one that caught his eye... is a black giant hand, and a familiar figure.

"Do you remember what happened?" The seal was not far away, and looked at Hongjun.

The latter frowned, thought about it, and replied: "I was..." He turned his gaze to the thumb of the rubbing, "it was taken into the ground by it..."

Hongjun said, instinctively turned back and looked at the ground. At this time, his shadow has disappeared, but the shadows of the uncle, the sky and the traces are printed on the stone road.

“What happened?” Hongyi looked at the seal and asked, “Have you saved me?”

"Crap, who else?" Feng shrugged and replied very easily.

"Well... How long is the time limit from the mission?" Hongjun quickly picked up.

His first reaction was not to thank him, but to take the time to ask some more pragmatic questions to decide what to do next.

Of course, Feng does not feel that there is no opinion on this. In fact, he fully agrees with this practice, and he will be the same reaction.

"Don't worry, there are still fifteen minutes." Feng Shuai replied, he said as he pointed his finger at himself. "As far as I know, it is very close to the temple. The small **** just a hundred meters away." He paused and used the index finger to point the opposite hand of the print. "In ten minutes, I will be able to solve the goods and save them all." ...we will have five minutes or so to hurry, um...should be no problem."

"Oh... I’ve been lucky enough to win me twice, have you been obsessed with it?" The thumb of the ruby ​​listened to the words of the brother. The more I listen, the more unhappy, "I won't lose to you again!"

"Ah... how is this familiar?" Feng Shui replied in a mocking tone. "Oh, yes, you said a few words a few minutes ago. The only difference is that 'once' is now. It became 'twice'."

"Less Luo! Then come!" Rubik's hand shouted.

"Okay. Come here..." I didn’t feel it, I raised my hand and prepared to punch.

At the moment, Hong Hao’s heart was amazed and confused. “What happened... He actually won this guy... twice? How did this happen?”

He will be confused and justifiable.

Not long ago. After Hongjun and the other three team members suffered from the rubbing hand, they naturally did the same guessing matchup. But... they all lost. And the four of them took turns to play and were defeated one by one. In other words, the last person in the game has a full three-game (at least nine rounds) experience, but still can not defeat the rubbing hand.

By the way, Hongjun is the last one... because the other three think. Even if they are defeated, it doesn't matter. Anyway, Hongjun will definitely understand some rules, shackles and the like from their wins and losses, and then solve this small BOSS.

It’s a pity... Hongjun didn’t see anything, so I’ve got this development...

"Come on! Stone...scissors...cloth!"

Between the thoughts of the future, the hands of the geek and the thumb of the rubbing have begun a new game.

"Ah!" I felt a grin, "I won again." He licked his lips. "The seven rounds won."

"Oh... you guy..." Although the thumb of the rubbing has no mouth. But the sound of it at the moment sounds absolutely "biting teeth."

"What happened... Is it pure luck? Or tactics?" Hongjun looked nervously at the situation in front of him, and said in his heart, "But guessing this thing, generally speaking, there is no tactic... I have heard of it." The novice will be the first to say the stone, but it is useless in this continuous multi-discourse match. Not to mention that the opponent is not a human being at all, even if you want to judge from subtle gestures, eyes or small movements, you can't start."

"You are too naive." Feng Shu suddenly turned his head and said to Hongjun.

"Ah?" Hongjun heard a word.

"Look at your expression, I know, you are thinking... How did I get a winning streak?" "Oh... this is certainly not luck. If you are lucky, I am already on the ground like you."

"That... is this?" Hongjun wondered.

"I just did the same thing as it." Feng Shou stunned the rubbing hand, "predicting what the opponent will do in advance, and then making a gesture that can win."

"What?" Hongjun was shocked.

"Hah...so you are naive." I didn't know how to laugh. Said, "Do you really think... will it play normal guessing with you?"

Hongjun turned his head and rubbed the rubbing hand: "Cut... Did you have some kind of instantaneous predictive ability? It's too mean!"

"Less!" Rubik's hand replied, "I never said that I don't have this ability, and I didn't say it was not allowed!"

"Oh... well said..." I couldn’t help but smile insidiously. "Come, continue."

When the voice just fell, he and the rubbing hand guessed another round, and he felt that he won again...

"Oh... damn..." Rubik's hand complained.

"Come back!"

In a blink of an eye, I still feel that I still win. Therefore, the waste wood uncle recovered from the shadow.

Even though the thumb of the rubbing is annoyed, it still guesses the punch round and round according to the requirements of the buddy, and according to the agreement, each player loses one game (three rounds) and releases a player from the shadow. come out.

After a short time, the four players who were sealed on the ground have all recovered. Under the explanation of Hongjun, the other three also know the general situation.

"Oh... count you." Rubik's hand saw that he had lost all his chips, and he muttered in disgust. "Today I have planted it... End the game and let your companions roll."

"I refused." Feng Feng said with a shocking answer.

"What are you talking about?" The Ruby and the other four players are the reaction.

"Come on, continue." Feng did not know, and raised his hand again.

"Wait...etc..." The sharp voice of the rubbing hand began to tremble. "Your companions have recovered, you still have to..."

"You can continue." Feng Shuai interrupted.

"Oh...but...can..." The rubbing hand was obviously timid, and it sang back and forth.

"So, I won this game, what will happen?" Feng Qiao asked handily.

"You don't want to be too much!" Rubik's hand snarled.

"Hehehe... Actually, you don't have to answer, I have already guessed it." Feng Xiaoxiao smiled very evil. "Do you yourself be pushed to the ground?"

"Oh..." The thumb of the **** can't be denied, only to anger low.

"Unsurprisingly..." Feng Xiaoxiao smiled. "Come on, come! Guess! Boxing!"

A rather strange scene happened. Although the thumb of the rubbing is not willing, it still carries another round of guessing. It seems that the buddy is the master of this "guess boxing field."

Two seconds later, the two sides shot, the result was revealed... and they won and won.

"No... don't do this..." Rubik's hand is nervous, "Quick stop!"

"Come back!" Feng did not feel a sigh, followed by another round of victory, he won again.

"No! Please!" Rubik's hand finally began to plead, "Let's talk about the pen trade! What do you want, though open! As long as I can do it..."

"Oh..." Feng smiled indifferently. "At this moment... I only want one thing..." He looked directly at the rubbing hand. "But... that doesn't require someone else to give me, myself. It’s just...” he said, raising his hand again, “Come back!”

"Ah! Ah--" Rubik's hand screamed in horror, but it still guessed the punch, the last punch...

When the failure came, the thumb of the rubbed fell and fell to the ground. It slammed into the ground and gradually flattened, like a 3D model being hard pressed into 2D pieces of paper.

"You...this...the madman..." The rubbing hand left a "shen yin" before it was completely printed on the ground.

"As you say, I still got what I wanted..." Feng Guan looked at the giant hand on the ground and joked, "... fun."

After two seconds, the space around the players instantly expanded. It feels like a lot of solidified matter suddenly dissipates into a gas, but the substance is invisible.

"Ah... very good, the enchantment has disappeared." Feng did not know, "I am almost the same as I expected. We still have five minutes to go to the Temple of Faith." He said as he turned around. "The next step is for me to lead the way. I know the general direction."

"Oh... what..." The track couldn’t help but interrupt. "You don't want to explain... What happened just now?"

The other three people also looked at the monster with the look of the monster, and did not dare to approach him.

At first they were only amazed at the strength of the seal, but then... especially in the last two minutes, the words and demeanor of the teammates really increased. They can't help but have an illusion... It's the real villain BOSS, and the rubbing hand is a victim.

"I will explain it when I am." I felt that my brother had a long tone of voice. This is a real sentence. He really likes to show off. "But the time left for the main task has been less than five minutes. I think we are still waiting for us. How about going to the Temple of Faith?"

"Well... that's right." Hongjun quickly calmed down and answered. "In short... everyone is still on the road."

Hongxi’s response was to ease the atmosphere. After everyone heard the words, they hesitated for a half second, and they followed suit, and they quickly went forward as they stopped.