The intertwined vines are squeezed and entangled together, and there is almost no gap when looking around. The tentacles on the top of the head swing slowly, occasionally entangled with the same kind around them, and it is hard to separate.
There was little equipment left on the three of them, and they were almost running out of ammunition and food.
"It would be great if there is an equipment bag."
He sat on the vine, rubbing his numb legs, "It was too messy when I was hung in, and I don't know where I went." He sighed, "Heaven is going to kill me!"
I pulled off a tentacles that fell on my neck, which seemed to be a plant I had never touched before. I felt the size of the baby's arms, with a layer of fluff at the tip, which looked like the tail of some kind of mouse.
"I can only open the way forcibly." I said, "I don't know how many things there are."
The three of them were trapped deep in the vines, and the space was small, and there seemed to be no space to move. The King of Chongyang used a dagger to clear the way, which was not very easy.
I flashed the two of them, and when they were exhausted, I stepped forward to replace the next one. In the long and narrow passage opened up, the three of them moved forward slowly.
I don't know why, the surrounding vines will slowly squirm, bit by bit swallowing the channel we have opened up. I haven't noticed it at first, but after moving on for a while, when the three of them turned around and looked around, the passage behind them, at some point, disappeared silently among the dense vines.
Even if the three of them are exhausted, what they get is only a small space for shelter. Although the location is always moving, the surrounding scenes are always the same. If this continues, the possibility of us getting out is very slim.
The feet are also intertwined branches, and occasionally get stuck. I took the boss's strength to pull my foot out, panting, "If this goes on, we will be consumed here sooner or later!"
"No, I have to rest." The king threw the dagger on the ground, not knowing where he found a twisted cigarette and drew it, "I'm exhausted, Xiao Ning, is there any fire."
"The holes in the pockets of my pajama pants can make shots. Where did it come from..." After a daze, a thought passed from his mind.
correct! fire!
When I clapped my hands, my face was full of excitement, and the king understood me instantly when he saw me startled. "Yes! Hurry, hurry, let's give him a fire to burn Chibi!"
"Yes, Chongyang! Is there any fire on you?" The kid was taciturn and didn't know how tired he was to compete with those vines. Seeing that we were both excited as if we were hit with chicken blood, we didn't know why, so we took out a plastic lighter from our body and handed it to me, "I don't know if it can be used."
The king talked about Zhuge Liang's blessing Zhuge Liang's blessing, and tried to hit him.
A light blue light flashed along with the crisp sound of the lighter, and it was fleeting.
"You should recite Zhurong Blessing." I sighed, "People are the god of fire."
"It shouldn't be..." The king shook the lighter, "This thing is still angry."
"It should be water." Chongyang turned around and sat down, and he could see that he was also a little tired.
"Who asked you to buy a plastic lighter." I said bitterly, "cheap is not good." At this time, I naturally "forgot" that I sold him the plastic lighter.
The king was not reconciled, and after a few more shots, he still could only see the fleeting light blue fire, which was of no practical use.
"Forget it, we don't have enough fuel, and we may not be able to ignite these vines." I comforted.
"Even if it is ignited, we will be burned to death here." Chongyang raised his head, "Doing so will cause fire to the upper body."
I thought about it, and found that this was indeed overlooked by me. The obvious reason is that playing with fire and self-immolation. Once the fire rises, we in the center of the fire scene will not only be unable to get out, but will take our lives earlier.
Uh, hello everyone, I'm back, I don't know how many people still keep this book on the shelf, I am sorry for you. 罒ω罒
During the time I was away, there has been a devastating change in reading-it! more! new! Up! There is also a magical function, that is-push! recommend! ticket! How amazing! How annoying! ?_?...
What's even more amazing is that many works have many, many, many, many, many recommendation tickets. For example, the Longevity Project has four recommendation tickets! so much! Among them, only one was voted by the bastard author's own trumpet. Σ(°△°)︴
The bastard author said he was very satisfied, really, very satisfied, very satisfied. He has a good psychological quality. He will not jump off the building excitedly, drink fake wine excitedly, let alone contract hand-foot-mouth disease. (?)?*.
[Question: Excuse me, what is the central idea of this paragraph. 】
A: Ticket (end of this chapter)