"careful!"
Mo Xiaoyao's pupils shrank, and his hands didn't dare to stop playing, so he hastily turned sideways and shifted the position, which barely avoided the monster.
The heart was beating violently in the chest cavity, like the rhythm of the drum set under Leyin's hands. Mo Xiaoyao's nerves were as tense as the strings in his hand, and his eyes were fixed on the monster without blinking, waiting for its next attack.
"What the hell is this!" Leyin couldn't help but swear, he was standing with his back to the back, if Mo Xiaoyao hadn't turned around, he wouldn't have known what happened.
Seeing the appearance of that little monster at this time, he was so scared that he almost threw the drumstick in his hand. If Jiang Yan next to him hadn't pulled him quickly, he would have really done that.
"Concentrate!" Jiang Yan pulled people with one hand, while still flying up and down on the keyboard with the other hand, as if using two hands for such a simple piece of music to him was a waste at all.
"Thank you, thank you." Le Yin regained his composure, shrank his neck and rejoined the rhythm. He didn't dare to look back. He only hoped that the small stage he was on would be faster and faster, so as to get rid of the monster behind him.
It's a good idea, but the reality is not as good as it should be.
That little monster with metallic skin is surprisingly flexible. It doesn't run on the ground like a normal four-legged mammal, but it will jump to the circle of fog on the outer edge of the track from time to time, with a pair of sharp claws deep into the In the mist.
At this moment, it will make a sharp hissing sound, and the mist seems to have a substance, able to accept the temporary foothold of the little monster on itself.
The little monster's claws seemed to grab something in the mist, which became its point of leverage. When its two strong hind legs also stepped on it, the next second, it jumped into the air, with a nearly 20 The jump of meters quickly shortened the distance between it and the target.
"Catch up!" Mo Xiaoyao turned her head to look at the little monster, but she didn't dare to look back. The road in front of her had already started to bend, and there would be more in the future.
She couldn't let the little stage crash into the fog! Although she couldn't see what was inside, her intuition told her that the consequences of entering must be miserable.
Leyin quickly repeated the rhythm of "Let's swing the oars", and hurriedly asked as if thinking of something: "Isn't our car equipped with a protective cover? That woman couldn't even get up just now, did she—"
"Zilla!"
A jet of blue saliva sprayed out from the monster's open mouthparts, and it landed on the floor of the small stage, corroding a small hole.
Leyin's face was so ugly, he was originally going towards him, if it wasn't for Mo Xiaoyao who happened to turn his head back, and used a posture that almost made his back, controlling the small stage to change positions flexibly, as long as he slowed down a little, Even if Leyin wasn't cool, it wasn't much better.
"It's not enough to hide, you have to fight back." Jiang Yan's men kept on making up for Le Yin's mistakes due to fright. The small stage moved forward at a speed of 140, but still couldn't get rid of the pursuers behind him.
With Jiang Yan's reminder, the flustered Mo Xiaoyao gradually calmed down, and immediately remembered the attack method the system told her.
"microphone!"
The small stage is not so stable while driving at high speed. In addition, Mo Xiaoyao has to pay attention to control the direction and pay attention to whether the curve is approaching in advance. Microphones in front of the stage.
"Aooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow !
The attempt worked, a circle of wind blade-like things that are common in anime, with the small stage as the center, spread outward. One of them happened to hit the little monster who was chasing after him.
In Jiang Yan's expectant gaze, the little monster just tripped and slowed down a little, but it didn't cause any real damage. On the contrary, this kind of painless attack irritated it even more.
The little monster neighed loudly, and the frequency was different from the previous one. It sounded a bit like the howling used by wolves to find their partners. Immediately afterwards, its speed increased a bit, and its claws scratched the stage several times, leaving a series of terrifying scratches on the edge.
According to Murphy's Law, if there is a chance that something will go wrong, no matter how small the possibility, it will always happen.
Within a few seconds after the little monster howled, responses came from the mist one after another. For some reason, the mist seemed to be thinner at this time, and several figures similar to the little monster could be vaguely seen.
"Sing again!"
Jiang Yan's complexion also changed. He got the death notice with the exact time from the doctor half a year ago. When moving, take a look at the great rivers and mountains in this world...
Who knew the earth would explode suddenly
Before he died, he grabbed a fragment that he thought was fun, and then entered such a place—it didn't matter to him to die, but a tragic death? forget it.
In fact, before Jiang Yan could speak, Mo Xiaoyao had already leaned in front of the microphone and yelled.
"Awwhhh!"
"Mount Lushan Kanglong Ba!"
"Supernatural powers!"
"Give me strength, I am Seaman!"
"Human cannon, launch!"
"Dynamic light wave!"
"Give me back Piao Piao punch!"
"Dragon Fighter!"
"One ear, where to run!"
"Fairy! Give me back my grandfather!"
"I call you, do you dare to promise!"
…
Whenever something popped into Mo Xiaoyao's mind, she yelled, hoarsely, but with little effect. The wind blade still fires according to her voice, shouting once, sending out a circle, the power is similar to before, and it does not change because of the level of her voice.
Jiang Yan was already speechless, if it wasn't for the urgent time, he would have rushed over to pry open the girl's brain to see what was inside.
but…
Looking down at his own hands that were still subconsciously playing "Let's Swing the Sculls", Jiang Yan suddenly felt that he didn't seem to have the position to call others childish.
The agile, ugly, and deadly killer who is hot on the heels is confronted by a girl with a second-year-old child who screams "Pikachu, it's you!" The drummer over there is also learning to use drumsticks while beating the drum kit To strike the enemy's skull - all of this is so harmonious in the lively and brisk accompaniment of "Let's Swing the Oars".
——Jiang Yan's conscience hurts, he really can't make it up anymore.
Leyin has eased from the initial tension, especially when he subconsciously hit the little monster's paw with a drumstick in an emergency and successfully hurt it, it was like opening a new door. The gate and the drumstick in his hand are no longer ordinary drumsticks, but frosty drumsticks mourning from a distant land of ice.
Mo Xiaoyao already felt that she was screaming for hypoxia, but the power of the wind blade was still as powerful as the five scums of war. At this moment, she wanted to sit down quietly and rest without saying a word.
She even felt that the two high-heeled shoes she threw out just now were more lethal than the wind blade. At least the unbroken shoe knocked the little monster back on its head.
Jiang Yan looked at the little monster chasers who had turned into three, and looked at the more and more scars on the back of the small stage, and suddenly had an idea and said to Mo Xiaoyao: "You try to sing a song, after all We're a band."
Mo Xiaoyao cheered up, and felt that Jiang Yan's words made sense. Hope gave her great strength, cleared her throat, moved to the microphone, and started her new round of performance.
Before the phone booth-like mini KTV came out on the street, she had a glorious record of singing solo for 4 hours in a small private room.
But what are you singing now? The gentle and lyrical song is probably not suitable, so a rough song is needed. Mo Xiaoyao quickly selected the first eligible song that popped up in his mind, and yelled into the microphone again.
"The big river flows eastward!! The stars in the sky, join the Big Dipper!!"
"Let's go if we say go! You have it, I have it, and I have it all!"
"Seeing the injustice on the road, let out a roar!!"
"Shoot when it's time to do it!!"
"Break into Kyushu in a hurry!!"
…
This time, the strength of the wind blade fired from the small stage has indeed increased, and the speed has also become a little faster. If it was a 5 slag just now, then at least the combat power has increased to 15 now.
Of course, it's still useless.
There are more and more curves ahead, which are more terrifying than the ultimate tracks of all the racing games she has played. Just a few seconds ago, she screamed "Hero Song" while seeing the front of her with her own eyes. A car went off the track because it was going too fast and rushed into the fog on the side of the road.
A few seconds later, a short and shrill cry came from the mist, and after two or three calls, it stopped abruptly, perhaps because it was strangled by a monster, or because it directly lost its life.
No matter what it is, Mo Xiaoyao doesn't want to experience it for herself, she's not that curious, really.
The pedestrians who did not snatch the car were completely invisible. It is not known whether they were left behind because of the speed of the car, or were treated by these little monsters that came out of the fog as their own meals. Even if they survived by chance, it's useless, after 20 groups, they will all be obliterated. From the very beginning, those who did not grab the car were destined to be eliminated.
Unless, this person miraculously made it to the end, and the remaining number of the car in front was less than 20. But this probability is not too different from the middle 500W.
Mo Xiaoyao has been unable to sing for several times. She focused her attention on the curve ahead, and adjusted the position of her hands in time. Turning will be more flexible, she has long since quit.
Jiang Yan saw all this in his eyes, he is now the most leisurely one in the whole team, and also the one who has the most time to think about countermeasures.
He analyzed the current situation very clearly. If they don't get rid of the three little monsters behind them, it is absolutely impossible for them to reach the finish line smoothly. Looking around, there are little monsters chasing after each car, and the number is very fair, no more, no less, 3 behind each car.
This should be one of the conditions for passing the level. Either get rid of it or kill it. In short, it is impossible to reach the end with it. Just now, another car crashed and died. This time, it didn't rush into the mist, but was overtaken by monsters and attacked it.
When the small stage passed by them, Jiang Yan took a look. The people in the car were already a bloody mess, and they couldn't even see where their heads and limbs were. And the three little monsters only cared about enjoying their delicious meal, and did not chase other contestants.
This made Jiang Yan more certain of his thoughts, and he preferred a once-and-for-all solution to getting rid of the enemy.
"Get Mike to my side!" Jiang Yan shouted to Mo Xiaoyao.
Since Mo Xiaoyao can't take care of singing anymore, and the power is so great, why don't he try it himself.
Hearing the greeting, Mo Xiaoyao saw that the track in front of him was still stable, so he turned around and kicked the stand with the microphone on it towards Jiang Yan.
Jiang Yan freed one hand to catch the microphone steadily, and then he sang "The Great River Flows East" out of tune to the South Pole.
The small stage trembled for a while, and then to both sides with a "Fruit Ninja" speed that hit the frenzy effect, firing colorful wind blades in all directions.
See blood, power MAX!