Chapter: 1113
Although this allowed her to avoid a dead end, this mask has two costs, one is that it cannot be moved, and the other is that it can answer questions and cannot tell lies (honest man).
The latter doesn't matter, but the former makes her lose the ability to escape.
The situation is very bad, props have a limit, and the mask can't last long, and it will be damaged at any time under such intensive attacks.
Without the protection of props, a scout who is not good at defense will definitely not be able to survive the onslaught of so many tree demons, and her insight skills will not spare her. If a scout enters the rain screen, she will also be exposed to the rain, even if she can see every drop of rain falling. The trajectory doesn't help either.
"Crack!"
I was really afraid that something would come, and there was a slight cracking sound from the mask covering his face.
A wealthy daughter like Guan Ya couldn't help cursing "fuck" in her heart, it's so unlucky.
clap clap.
The whipping sound continued to reverberate, and the cracks in the mask spread rapidly, showing faint signs of collapse.
Guan Ya was in despair.
At this time, a voice with a sense of relief and a little hippie smile came from not far away:
"Hey, Sister Guan Ya, it's no wonder I couldn't find you for a long time, so I'm here as a m. You should have said earlier, I would like to change xp for you."
Even Guan Ya, who was born in a rich family and experienced a lot, still couldn't help but feel a throbbing in his heart at this moment.
When you are in crisis, when you are desperate, someone can stand up and say: Sister Guan Ya, so you like being an M.
It is a very happy and touching thing.
Guan Ya pursed her lips, and wanted to respond to their exclusive way of communication, but when the words came to her lips, she turned into a mournful explanation:
"My rifle will reduce the luck value. I'm not an m, I'm too unlucky."
This is the price of the mask.
Zhang Yuanqing was stunned for a moment, and said, "Lucky spearmen since ancient times?"
Guan Ya cried angrily:
"Are you still kidding me? Hurry up and help~"
"Oh!" Zhang Yuanqing guessed that sister Guan Ya might have been frightened, so she changed her style suddenly.
So without further delay, he summoned the bloodthirsty blade, and the spirit body came out of his body, wrapped in the weapon and whirled through it, chopping off the vines one by one.
He didn't dare to use fire, because it violated the precautions.
For the same reason, he didn't dare to destroy the tree demon, but chose to cut off the vines.
A section of vine fell down, and the fracture was even. The tree demons let out shrill screams, and retracted half of the vine.
Soon, a vacuum was cleared around Guan Ya, the pressure dropped sharply, and the remaining tree roots could no longer threaten the scouts with insight skills.
She immediately took off the mask, retracted the inventory, sometimes stepped sideways, sometimes jumped sideways, quickly avoided the entangled roots, rushed out of the dangerous area smoothly, and reunited with Zhang Yuanqing.
Both of them felt relieved.
Zhang Yuanqing spoke extremely fast: JrNovels.com
The latter doesn't matter, but the former makes her lose the ability to escape.
The situation is very bad, props have a limit, and the mask can't last long, and it will be damaged at any time under such intensive attacks.
Without the protection of props, a scout who is not good at defense will definitely not be able to survive the onslaught of so many tree demons, and her insight skills will not spare her. If a scout enters the rain screen, she will also be exposed to the rain, even if she can see every drop of rain falling. The trajectory doesn't help either.
"Crack!"
I was really afraid that something would come, and there was a slight cracking sound from the mask covering his face.
A wealthy daughter like Guan Ya couldn't help cursing "fuck" in her heart, it's so unlucky.
clap clap.
The whipping sound continued to reverberate, and the cracks in the mask spread rapidly, showing faint signs of collapse.
Guan Ya was in despair.
At this time, a voice with a sense of relief and a little hippie smile came from not far away:
"Hey, Sister Guan Ya, it's no wonder I couldn't find you for a long time, so I'm here as a m. You should have said earlier, I would like to change xp for you."
Even Guan Ya, who was born in a rich family and experienced a lot, still couldn't help but feel a throbbing in his heart at this moment.
When you are in crisis, when you are desperate, someone can stand up and say: Sister Guan Ya, so you like being an M.
It is a very happy and touching thing.
Guan Ya pursed her lips, and wanted to respond to their exclusive way of communication, but when the words came to her lips, she turned into a mournful explanation:
"My rifle will reduce the luck value. I'm not an m, I'm too unlucky."
This is the price of the mask.
Zhang Yuanqing was stunned for a moment, and said, "Lucky spearmen since ancient times?"
Guan Ya cried angrily:
"Are you still kidding me? Hurry up and help~"
"Oh!" Zhang Yuanqing guessed that sister Guan Ya might have been frightened, so she changed her style suddenly.
So without further delay, he summoned the bloodthirsty blade, and the spirit body came out of his body, wrapped in the weapon and whirled through it, chopping off the vines one by one.
He didn't dare to use fire, because it violated the precautions.
For the same reason, he didn't dare to destroy the tree demon, but chose to cut off the vines.
A section of vine fell down, and the fracture was even. The tree demons let out shrill screams, and retracted half of the vine.
Soon, a vacuum was cleared around Guan Ya, the pressure dropped sharply, and the remaining tree roots could no longer threaten the scouts with insight skills.
She immediately took off the mask, retracted the inventory, sometimes stepped sideways, sometimes jumped sideways, quickly avoided the entangled roots, rushed out of the dangerous area smoothly, and reunited with Zhang Yuanqing.
Both of them felt relieved.
Zhang Yuanqing spoke extremely fast: JrNovels.com
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