Chutianjiao frowned. "We may be together by coincidence, but we can’t meet the dreamer with him."
"That is to say, there may not be the place I have been to?"
Lu Chen suddenly felt that things were in trouble.
"Xiao Lu may have made a mistake in the definition. The problem is not in that place. The place you saw at that time may not be true. The boy and Gang Gonul should be the deepest part of the dream now. We can’t find it."
Chu Tianjiao’s experienced executive director feels that this matter has really become troublesome.
Especially if they want to go out now, they can’t do it. If they are dragged in their dreams, they may really die!
"Is there no way to break the game?"
Lu Chen will kill the king and resist the shoulder. Do you want to rush violently?
Google on a surface is like seeing Lu Chen’s mind. "Xiao Lu, please keep your strength. This is more troublesome than the Nibelungen maze. Dreams are free. This may be the last time you should come to Nibelungen, because if the dreamer is interested, an ant may become stronger than God."
Liu Chen finally realized the seriousness of the problem with a tight heart.
He has two skills, but he can never compete with people’s imagination.
"We can now hope that someone is in the’ main dream’ and close to the deep level, and that person can draw a gun, but I don’t think Odin’s game of killing will make people close to the depths of the dream."
Chutianjiao sighed, "Let’s look for it first. My analysis may not be correct, but we can’t do nothing."
……
Lu Fei ran through the streets, but no one could see him, as if the world had abandoned him.
Everything is twisted, and he will never reach the truth.
He stopped, took a breath, sat on the steps, and thought about what to do.
The cold wind blew him deep into the bone marrow the night before.
He heard the sound of claws rubbing the ground and turned to look at the alley in front of him. Deadpool leaned out his head like a mummy with a golden pupil on his face. He turned his head and looked at himself with a grimace of a grin.
Lu Fei didn’t wear a mask. Brother Lu said that the mask’s’ energy’ was limited. He had to leave the key at all times.
The Deadpool landed on all fours like a hound sprinting towards the road.
Lu Fei didn’t get up, and his left hand pulled out the source energy pistol IV eyelid slightly lifting aiming gun from his waist.
Close to the hypersonic bomb in the middle of the eyebrows, Deadpool slid backwards five meters away from Lu Fei, and Lu Fei raised his left leg and pushed his head aside.
“真当我是好欺负？”
路非鞋底地面蹭了蹭刮去沾染鲜血
可一刻他看到小巷中如同苍蝇一般挤出了数不清死侍顿时脸色一变
“我玩笑！”
他起身拔腿就跑
卡塞尔学院战斗要略不白敌人数量情况不要贸然陷入缠斗
路非觉得自己戴面具着言灵砍刚刚那种水准打四五十都不是问题毕竟他发现自己了言灵后命出奇硬但万一有更多呢？
他跑动中回头看了一眼感觉头皮发麻
止是更多简直像是妈妈做芝麻饼芝麻那么多！
粗略估计也有百而且他就跟捅了马蜂窝似死侍群后方还源源不断涌现新加入队伍不一会儿就接近了两百
跑最前面各个人高马大一看就是死侍中精英阶层平时“营养”很不错
“要命啊！”
这会儿自身都难保路非也没余力去思考爸爸妈妈被弄哪去了能夺命狂奔
……
此同时芬格尔和酒德麻衣被困一座水塔方楼梯和通道被酒德麻衣带便携炸弹给炸毁了
他们塔顶劈砍着那些利爪嵌入墙中向攀爬死侍一个嘴里不停叫骂一个沉默俏脸香汗淋漓
“有完没完别光往我这边爬啊那边美女看不见吗？腰细腿长、肌香水滑肉质绝对比我鲜美多啊！”
芬格尔一边往砍或是拿可搬东西砸一边说着烂话
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