Mo Xiaoyao and Jiang Yan had already stood up, and they were back to back, monitoring the half court. Then Mo Xiaoyao found that those phantom NPCs seemed unmoved, even if the people around them were swept away, they still sat in their seats and cheered, only players like them stood up in a panic stand up.
Glancing at the surrounding situation, Mo Xiaoyao whispered to Jiang Yan: "I always feel that something is wrong. Look at those NPCs, those who are struck by lightning will turn into coke on the spot and then shatter into powder and disappear. Those who are swept away by the whirlwind, It will also be torn into pieces by the wind speed, and then disappear-in this case, why don't those NPCs leave?"
Jiang Yan tilted his head backwards: "Maybe it's restricted by the rules?"
Mo Xiaoyao shook his head lightly: "I don't see it. If it was what you said, their reaction should not be so eager, but more fearful and restless."
"Then what do you think?" Jiang Yan talked to Mo Xiaoyao, and he did not forget to monitor the situation on the field. It was easy to see a few players who were rushing to avoid the whirlwind from a bunch of phantom NPCs.
"Perhaps relief?"
Mo Xiaoyao is not very sure about this point. The phantom NPCs have no faces, so she can't make a guess from their expressions. But sometimes body language is enough to explain some problems. For example, when a small whirlwind turns in front of them, everyone’s reaction is to get themselves as close as possible without leaving their seats, instead of panicking like the players Dodged in embarrassment.
"Huh?" Jiang Yan quickly looked back at Mo Xiaoyao, wondering what was going on in her mind, is it time to analyze the NPC's heart now
"I just thought of it suddenly." Mo Xiaoyao looked at the situation on his side with a cold face, "Guess what will happen if we pick up an NPC and throw it towards the whirlwind?"
Jiang Yan: ... didn't want to talk to her, and kind of wanted to throw an NPC at her.
Didn't hear Jiang Yan's answer, Mo Xiaoyao shrugged: "It's okay, just pretend I'm talking nonsense." After a pause, he said, "I'll be fine after 10 minutes—how come 2 minutes have passed now?"
"About two and a half minutes." Jiang Yan reported the time.
Mo Xiaoyao was very surprised: "Did you bring the watch in?"
Jiang Yan chuckled, and explained as if nothing had happened: "No. I used to think that I was going to die, so I practiced how to count seconds in my heart." Knowing that Mo Xiaoyao couldn't see it, Jiang Yan still raised his finger to point to his heart, "I want to know how many times it can jump in the remaining time."
Mo Xiaoyao was silent. She doesn't know how to comfort people, and she doesn't know what to say. At this time, she can't really keep smiling as said on the emoji-it's better to keep silent.
Jiang Yan didn't take this to heart, instead he teased Mo Xiaoyao: "Aren't you sympathizing with me?"
"No." Mo Xiaoyao quickly answered him, "It's better to sympathize with myself than with you, why—hide!"
After the words fell, Mo Xiaoyao had already grabbed Jiang Yan's arm with his backhand, and moved to his left and the opponent's right, narrowly avoiding a whirlwind.
Mo Xiaoyao squinted his eyes, looked at the three players who were in a straight line with him, and looked a little unfriendly. The whirlwind just now has been under her observation. Originally, the trajectory was not coming this way, but it suddenly changed direction on the way, just like the ball in the strange fish tank, it took an unexpected turn.
Mo Xiaoyao doesn't really believe that this is not artificial, but she has no evidence to identify the other party now. And even if there is, so what, this is a dungeon where she is fighting for her life, and it is not the rule of law society before the explosion, she can really count on Uncle JC to save her life.
Mo Xiaoyao kept staring at that side, not concealing his concern, and saw that there had been no new movements over there, so he poked Jiang Yan with his elbow: "How long has it been?"
"About 4 minutes, it moved just now, not sure." Jiang Yan replied, at the same time, he turned to Mo Xiaoyao's side and patted her arm, "I'll keep an eye on this side, you look over there."
Mo Xiaoyao hummed and turned around, staring at Jiang Yan's original booth—it was simpler than her own, there were only 7 players here, including Zhou Jun, and Meng Danqiu in the VIP seat.
She noticed that there were obviously fewer whirlwinds in Meng Danqiu's side than in ordinary seats, and it was easier for girls to hide, instead of jumping up and down like others.
Strange to say, everyone else was hiding from the whirlwind, but Mo Xiaoyao and Jiang Yan were always empty. Except for the "gift" that suddenly changed their route just now, they almost never encountered any danger.
This is the support item that Jiang Yan bought before, and the effect of "increasing the actor's favorability by 50%" worked, but because Mo Xiaoyao didn't buy this, after the effect was triggered, Jiang Yan gave up enjoying it alone, but chose In order to share the effect with teammates within a distance of 2 meters.
So the BUFF that was actually shared between the two of them was no longer 50%, but 25% for each of them, but even so, it was enough to prevent the lightning from striking them.
Mo Xiaoyao knew that this situation could not be hidden for long, and the two of them were not the only ones with eyes in the tent, and they were different from each other just by looking at them.
Well, I'm afraid it will be the target of public criticism soon.
There are always some people in this world who can't see that others are better than them, especially when they themselves are struggling in adversity while others stand by and watch with a relaxed attitude, the small flame of jealousy will suddenly magnify. Whatever he does at the moment will not exceed Mo Xiaoyao's imagination.
Sure enough, after a while, perhaps seeing the ease of Mo Xiaoyao and Jiang Yan, several players moved closer to them while avoiding the whirlwind and lightning. It may not be because they want to cheat them, but it is certain that they want to take advantage of the distance.
On the premise of not hindering herself, Mo Xiaoyao didn't really mind being taken advantage of by others, but seeing the whirlwind and lightning chasing those people getting closer and closer to her, she had no intention of stopping at all, so she couldn't do it anymore. He stood there calmly.
"Run!" Mo Xiaoyao pulled Jiang Yan, and took the lead to go to the middle place where there are few people. There are many people on the other side. Once within the range Jiang Yan just mentioned, the BUFF of "actor favorability" will be divided again. , When it drops below 10%, no one can guarantee that they will still be as safe as they are now.
We are not teammates, Mo Xiaoyao feels that she really has no obligation to sacrifice herself to save others.
When Jiang Yan heard Mo Xiaoyao say to run, he turned his head and glanced behind him briefly, then he understood what happened, a short mocking sound came from the corner of his lips, and followed Mo Xiaoyao to run as well.
"Chase!"
The player who took the lead over there also knew that the other party would not stand stupidly and let them approach, but he had no choice but to grit his teeth and keep up.
With the passage of time, the arena has become more and more chaotic. The small whirlwind has almost covered half of the arena, and the lightning is like no money, completely ignoring the common sense of "strike the lightning first, then listen to the thunder" Law, chopping down with the thunder of "Boom Boom".
What can Mo Xiaoyao and Jiang Yan do? They had to continue to run in circles. At this time, the buff superimposed on them played a big role. The figures of the two could be described as ghosts and ghosts, shuttling back and forth between the whirlwinds with only narrow gaps.
Now Jiang Yan couldn't care less about counting, the BUFF bonus was just an aid, and he had to concentrate on observing the laws of the whirlwind to ensure that he would not be drawn in. If so, once when he stepped up the steps, he didn't step on it firmly, and his body tilted, and he almost slipped into a whirlwind.
If Mo Xiaoyao hadn't used her poster board in time to resist the environmental interference in time, Jiang Yan reckoned that she would have died.
Looking back, the chasing players were in a much more miserable situation than them. Not only did they have to avoid the whirlwind, but they also had to pay attention to the shadows under their feet at all times, so as not to step on the lightning strike after stepping out and turn themselves into a piece of coke.
Seeing that there was still some distance between the other party and himself, Jiang Yan breathed a sigh of relief, wanting to take this opportunity to catch his breath for a while. Then, he noticed that his partner had a pensive look on his face, reaching out to grab the phantom NPC closest to her.
Before he could utter words of dissuasion, Mo Xiaoyao had already caught his target, and then, amid the trembling shouts of the other party, threw it into a nearby whirlwind, watching it be torn into pieces by the hurricane.
Jiang Yan felt that his throat was a little dry, and he couldn't tell whether Mo Xiaoyao had discovered something or simply fell ill. It's not impossible, suddenly being chased by a bunch of strangers madly or something, in case it really stimulated her...
As soon as he thought of this, Jiang Yan felt something was wrong. He didn't know if it was an illusion. He found that those phantom NPCs no longer paid attention to the band on the stage, but shifted their attention to Mo Xiaoyao, sitting in place one by one. They didn't dare to leave, but stretched out their hands to her one after another, shouting constantly, as if begging her to throw them all into the whirlwind.
interesting. Jiang Yan thought, it seems that this time his teammates observed it first.
Mo Xiaoyao was not idle, and while sending NPCs to die, he gave Jiang Yan an order: "You also come to help, push them all into the whirlwind."
Jiang Yan didn't think this commanding tone was bad, he touched his nose, and casually picked up an NPC beside him, and threw it into the whirlwind on the other side.
Emmmmmmmmm, the whirlwind seems to be spinning a bit slower? The NPCs seem more enthusiastic and... Can't wait
Mo Xiaoyao had no time to explain at this time, and was still busy with the work at hand, sending one after another of the NPCs around him into the whirlwind called a "meat grinder", listening to their sharp shouts, tearing their bodies apart, Finally, it turned into a wisp of gray smoke and disappeared into the tent.
I don't know how long it has been like this, suddenly there is a heavy drum sound from the other side of the stage, the tent that was noisy before suddenly fell silent, and the whirlwind all over the ground disappeared.
Mo Xiaoyao and Jiang Yan looked at each other, and turned around to look at the stage at the same time. There was no sign of the previous band on it. Instead, under the leadership of the clown, various service NPCs they had seen before stepped onto the stage one after another. tower.
It seems that this is what the clown said before, the final project for selecting the best employees.