【Bottle Evil】Naughty

(Hunter: A werewolf character who holds a shotgun and often fires at the last moment.)

Poker bottle immediately froze slightly, probably because he didn't expect me to act like this.

We only stepped on a suspended copper pipe on the sole of our feet, so it was extremely inconvenient to walk around a lot.I only took a small step, the distance was drawn closer, I pressed my cheeks together, and kissed each other.

With a certain determination, I closed my eyes resolutely, and my eyes suddenly fell into real darkness.The breath was all on each other's faces, and the hot air was exhaled between the mouth and nose, which seemed to be able to resist the darkness and coldness underground.

I quickly recalled the situation last time, and now I want to kiss deeper, but standing on the copper pipe is not easy to maintain balance, and I can't use force casually.Now the two people's face-to-face posture is already very difficult.

Suddenly, a strange crackling sound was heard from far away, approaching from far and near.At the same time, the fat man said, "Tsk, we have to settle elsewhere for the time being."

It seemed that something had happened, I opened my eyes immediately, Poker Ping had reached out to hug me, with his palms behind his back, and hugged me tightly.At the same time, dense clattering sounds came from our ears, and in an instant, we immediately jumped back from the spot.Fatty and Xiaohua had already left the copper pipe area. I saw the fatty turn the flashlight at an angle, and the light hit the top, illuminating the scene there.

In the distance, the long metal pipes are like mechanical transmissions, moving in different directions, interspersed with each other, and rattling.The protective cover outside Leicheng is composed of countless intersecting copper pipes, and the space more than ten meters thick is not compact, so we were able to shuttle through it just now.However, all the tubes are now moving, as if the scattered parts are tightly closed, and the entire space is trembling.After some power operation, a tight copper wall has been spelled out above the head.

The direction of the transmission is from top to bottom, and it will soon be followed along.We quickly retreated inside the walls of Leicheng, watching countless copper pipes pressed into a thin layer.The original front and back thickness of more than ten meters may now be only a few tens of centimeters. The metal wall seems to have no gaps and fits closely.

Since our side has been attacked by shells, the whole has been partially destroyed, so there is a part of the copper wall that is now formed that is relatively weak.But other than that, the walls are uniform, boundless, and no boundaries can be seen, as if completely separating Leicheng from the outside world.

Xiaohua said at this time that all the copper pipes automatically form a copper wall when thunder strikes, and then sparks will be born on the wall, falling down while rubbing, and the flames will fall from the height all the way to the abyss.Come to think of it, that was the kind of scenery we first saw.

After the thunderstorm is over, the copper wall will return to its original shape.But at this moment, the thunder continued, the fat man turned on the light to pay attention to the structure of the wall, and I pulled the oil bottle back into the hidden shadows.There was a new thunder, and I decided to continue the action I had just interrupted. At least I made up my mind to make a real attempt.

We had already hid behind a pillar, and I was about to go forward and grab Poker-Face's arm, when I felt him approaching me, and actively came over to gag me.

My original plan was to strike first and speak with actions, without explaining to him first, and then discuss it slowly after I reached a conclusion.But Boyouping suddenly came to suppress me, which caught me off guard. I wondered if I was so impulsive?

He is actually the type who is good at deep kissing, because of his excellent hardware, his large lung capacity, and his ability to control his breath and intensity.Boiler bottle pressed his hand against my neck, I closed my eyes, and felt the moist and hot feeling of my lips being pushed apart by his tongue.There is thunder echoing in my ears, the volume is not loud, but if you listen carefully, you seem to be able to capture the ups and downs in the thunder,

With my eyes closed, I also heard Xiaohua and Fatty talking not far away, and the sparks generated in the darkness attracted their attention.The fat man is wondering, if there are only metal pipes, then the fire cannot exist stably, and there is not much oxygen underground, so there must be enough fuel.Then Xiaohua said that the surface of the copper tube is actually covered with a layer of powder.After the flying insect-like poisonous mist is transformed, it will turn into a dry powder as time goes by, as if it has lost its vitality...

As for their follow-up discussions, I didn't pay much attention.When one person's mouth is suppressed by another person's mouth, it is actually impossible to pay too much attention to the external environment at this time.

In the dark place in the corner, I hugged Poker Fing's waist, opened my mouth slightly, and rubbed my tongue against his.

The voices of the rest of the people entered the ears, and the sound of thunder and lightning also entered the mind, but it sounded like there was a layer of water membrane between them.It's like I'm underwater, listening to the movement on the shore.Those voices became more and more muffled and lower and lower.

I don't know what to think about at this moment, it stands to reason that I should empty my mind.However, I suddenly understood the teachings of that cult.If my dream was really brought about by thunder, what kind of providence would it be?If there is a kind of power that can show people the way in the fog, and this power is beyond doubt, who would be willing to refuse?

If you can know the answer by listening to Lei once by a specific means, it seems to be full of temptation.There are many people in the world, although they are alive, they don't know what they should do.Few people can see the world clearly, so few people can really get rid of pain.I suddenly realized that the sound of thunder was indeed enshrined as a god.The views of many famous religions are nothing more than cultivating the afterlife, or cultivating karma, which are all for the future blessings.But the sound of thunder may be for the purpose of cultivating the present, this world, and the ending of this life.

All of us will feel pain and pain.As Xiaohua asked, what will happen to us people?Even if I hid in the mountains of Yucun, I still couldn't see at a glance where my ending was, and where our ending was.

Perhaps Yucun can allow us to live a stable life, but it cannot change the fact that we ourselves are unstable factors.As far as Poker Ping is concerned, the Zhang family has influenced him, especially his mysterious physique and unpredictable soul-loss disease.As far as I am concerned, even if I escape the secular debt of favor, I still have my own health debt.Those debts have been left to this day, and it is difficult to get rid of them.

I don't know the answer, so I still feel uneasy.I dread any kind of farewell, or going away.What's more, there is still a kind of "emotional debt" between me and him, which needs to be filled slowly with the rest of my life.

Like the group of friends I met, they had been busy for too long before, and finally stopped and turned around, only to find that they had consumed a lot of irreparable costs.If you want to talk about feelings, you may not be able to talk about it.This life is doomed not to have too many emotions. Many people just maintain a state of barely making ends meet.

If you want to say that you really like someone, it's not easy to come by, it's a blessing that you can't ask for.

I put all my feelings on that guy, this is probably my entire family property, my only destination.

Those voices from outside seemed to be getting farther and farther away from me. I vaguely heard the conversation between Xiaohua and Fatty stopped abruptly, and then they drew their guns.But none of those seemed to affect me, and my brain lost consciousness at this time.I only felt my lips and tongue intertwined, numb, and the heat on my face began to spread, like a low-grade fever.

The truth of history is indeed unimportant, but in such an ever-changing fate, I am afraid that only by grasping information and answers can I feel at ease. This is also the thinking inertia I have formed before.Even if I understand that I no longer have the energy and ability to chase the truth, how can I easily change my mind if it is a matter of boredom.

I remembered Fatty's remarks about lack of security, which made some sense.How to completely let go and find peace of mind for yourself is really a huge problem.Don't talk about the complicated ones, let's just say where to go next now, there is no way to start...

In the next second, something slipped in front of my eyes, the whole body was dark yellow, with a little black and green rust spots on the surface.

It seems to be an antique that has been played with for a long time, polished very brightly.

Strings of copper coins?

I saw it being thrown into the air in an arc.Around it, the venue was very spacious and empty, and countless searchlights were shining brightly, which was as bright as day in an instant, so bright that people couldn't see the background clearly.At the end of the parabola, a person stretched out his arm and caught the copper coins.

The scene flashed by, and I opened my eyes.

I found myself lying in the arms of Poker Bottle, and I don't know when I lost consciousness and passed out.He was hugging me tightly, I quickly stood up straight, and was taken aback for a moment, sure enough, I was dreaming.

The gun in his hand was also put away by Poker, and it was not on me.I frowned, thinking in a trance, when did I start dreaming?At the same time, it can be confirmed that through that kind of contact, the influence of thunder can be transmitted to me.But why?It doesn't make sense, I couldn't help swallowing dryly, and said to myself, that kind of thing is the key?This tells me where to put my old face.

I whispered to Poker Bottle: "Just now, cough, I was dreaming. I don't know why, I just did it."

Poker-Face hummed, and then suddenly said four words.

Before he finished speaking, suddenly there was the sound of an explosion. I leaned out from behind the pillar and saw the fat man playing with the detonator again.There was a bang, as if something had exploded.Taking a closer look, it was a mummy-like body, and Dou Zong actually chased here.

The fat man caught a glimpse of me and said, "Where did you and my little brother go just now, did you find anything around? Let me tell you, this thing is really fucking fierce."

I faltered a bit, wondering what those four words Poker Face said, they seemed to be mouth saliva?

Another shadow appeared in the air, and Dou Zong actually climbed down from above, grabbed the outer wall and raised his leg to sweep away, dodging a bullet.Then it landed heavily, roared like a wild beast, and rushed over.Xiao Hua dodged quickly, and asked Fatty if he had any detonators.

"Yes, yes, yes." The fat man said, touching his bosom as he spoke.

I squinted my eyes and took a look. The corpse fighting general had a complete body of leather armor, and his head, chest, and limbs were all covered with a layer of protection. .The neck, however, was bare, and I immediately drew my gun and took aim.

"Here we come." The fat man took out the detonator and pulled the rope ring.

Xiaohua jumped away in two steps, led the corpse, kicked up the wall in an instant, and climbed up a beam on the ceiling of the building.

Fighting Zombie raised his head, jumped up, and stretched out his hand to grab it.Its neck was completely exposed because of its raised head. I held the gun in both hands and shot a shuttle.Immediately afterwards, the fat man also threw the detonator.

Its neck was broken by me, and the leather armor also broke a hole.Fighting Zombie's head tilted instantly, shook a few times, and soon overwhelmed the force of gravity, and finally stuck to his back.It seemed to be folded, with only a trace of flesh attached.Fatty's detonator was thrown into the gap between the back of its neck and the soft armor, and a fallen head was stuck at a very tricky angle.

After losing its head, it slammed into the wall with such strength as a bison, almost hitting a hole.But it stopped for a moment, and quickly rushed towards me.I raised my hand and was about to hit the shuttle again, only to find that the gun was out of bullets.If I knew it earlier, I would save some time.

The detonator on it has pulled the ring, why hasn't it exploded?I thought to myself, in the next moment, the fighting corpse had already jumped in front of me, and the torn section of the neck was clearly visible.

A bullet came out of the chamber, shot out from behind me with a bang, flew past my side, and hit the soft armor on Dou Shi's chest.

Poker-Face stood behind me and fired two consecutive shots. Although it couldn't kill it, the bullets hit it at high speed and forced it to retreat.I quickly said to the fat man: "The detonator cannot be detonated, and it is still stuck in a position that is difficult to hit."

Before the words were finished, the fat man beside him moved a few steps nimbly and raised his gun to take aim.The fighting corpse was like a living target, constantly moving around, the bullet flew straight, got into the corner between the leather armor and the neck and head, and hit the detonator.

It exploded suddenly, and the debris flew wildly.The fat man lay down to avoid the blast wave, while still not forgetting to shout to us: "Only those who can't shoot, there is no target that cannot be hit."