A Million Possible

"Stop!"

A weak voice came, and at the same time, Cheng Lin only felt that own ankle was firmly gripped, and a clammy sensation surged into his heart.

It feels terrible, like a snake on its lap.

In fact, he had noticed the movement before the opponent broke through the water, but out of caution and a certain degree of self-confidence, he did not immediately escape, but pretended to be an ordinary tourist.

"what?"

Cheng Lin pretended to be panicked, and hurriedly raised his leg, but instead dragged the opponent from the cold lake to the shore.

Turning his head, he had the opportunity to look at this person.

His clothes were tattered, completely soaked by the lake, he had chestnut hair, his face was cold, pale and weak, and he was a white man.

He seemed to have been seriously injured, his whole breath was disordered and rushed, and there was still blood wafting faintly in the lake.

If you look closely, you will find a penetrating wound on his chest and abdomen, as if torn by a sharp blade.

But at the moment, the pale skin was tightly locked, forcibly blocking the wound with muscle tissue to prevent blood from flowing out.

"Don't move! Don't scream! Have you heard it?"

The white man changed to Chinese and threatened in a low voice. At the same time, he let go of his hand, drew a pistol from his waist and pointed it at Cheng Lin.

"I... I won't move! You... put down your gun first! You... who are you?"

Cheng Lin disguised as an ordinary person, suddenly raised his hands and said with a trembling voice.

"Shut up! Turn around!"

"Okay...you just don't shoot."

Cheng Lin Yiyan turned around, but the wide-area vision was already turned on, monitoring the opponent's every move, while also avoiding the head and heart intentionally or unintentionally.

Immediately, the white man gritted his teeth and crawled onto Cheng Lin's back.

His other hand seemed to be fractured, hanging softly to the side. In order to fix his body, he could only hook Cheng Lin's neck with the hand holding the gun:

"Behind me, run forward immediately! Keep running! I will release you when I leave here, otherwise..."

"well."

Cheng Lin pretended to be very scared, carried the opponent on his back, and then ran forward along the stone road.

He deliberately controlled his speed to the standard of an ordinary young man, and occasionally changed directions according to the instructions of white men.

On the other side, he had already turned on "synthesis" and scanned the surrounding situation with Mental Energy silk thread, and it took a lot of effort to finally escape from the encirclement of the second division.

While running, Cheng Lin thought about what to do next.

As soon as he saw that the other party was white, Cheng Lin realized that this was probably not easy, but it was not a trivial matter that involved foreign practitioners.

There were only two choices before him.

One is to control the opponent and hand it over to the second division.

The second is to find a way to take it away, and then torture it.

"It’s safest to hand it over to the second division, but I don’t think I will get much. After all, I am from Jiuji. Even if the second division gives some rewards, it’s difficult to get them... The main reason is that they won’t give too much, after all, they are seriously injured. Yes, I just missed it... and if I collect him by myself... the harvest may be even greater."

After hesitating, Cheng Lin made the decision.

The white man seemed to be quite familiar with the surrounding terrain. He commanded Cheng Lin to quickly turn into a small road, then walked through a forest, and then came out to a field in the suburbs.

At this time, Cheng Lin was "out of breath" and his speed began to slow down.

As for the white man on his back, he is also getting weaker and weaker, and the hand on his neck is getting looser. It is obvious that he has suffered an injury and is in urgent need of recovery.

Just when the white man began to consider whether to continue to flee further, or kill the young Xia Guo first, and then regain his strength on the spot, he suddenly discovered that Cheng Lin's whole body was shaken, and then he fell and fell on the ground. To the ground.

This sudden scene caught him by surprise, he was thrown out, and he let out a bitter cry, and immediately cursed a few words. He raised the muzzle and pointed at Cheng Lin, "Do you want to die?!"

However, at The next moment, he was shocked to find that Cheng Lin was lying on the ground motionless, as if he was in a coma, and he didn't even respond to his threats.

"Tired and unconscious? Not so much?"

The white man was startled, somewhat suspicious, and wanted to climb over to see the situation.

However, in the next second, an instinct from the depths of his consciousness broke out, and his body froze, only to feel that a deadly horror captured him!

The threat comes from behind!

"Could it be that Tristi has caught up?"

His heart was in a mess, eyes revealing desperate, but still with the last strength, he turned around abruptly and raised the gun behind him.

But immediately, his eyes were rounded, his mouth opened wide, and there was a gurgling noise in his throat, as if he had seen something incredible.

I saw a five-meter-high giant walking slowly in the woods behind him.

It has a human-like appearance, but the whole body is pitch black, revealing an aura of evil and madness.

It walked slowly, but its feet just stomped on the ground, not so much walking, as floating in the air.

It holds an exaggerated sickle upside down in its right hand, releasing a fifth rank-like coercion.

...

It obscures the bright moon in the sky, bringing the white man into the shadow.

"you you……"

The white man instinctively wanted to retreat, but his severely injured body hindered his movement.

Immediately, a voice suddenly rang in his mind.

Do not.

It's not a sound. To be precise, it should be a piece of information.

This "voice" ignored his ears and directly acted on his mind.

"Oh, see what I found?"

Along with the information pouring into my heart, there is also the other party's confident and leisurely emotions. There is no doubt that this voice must come from the death-like "giant" in front of him, who is talking to himself!

The other party's tone... it was like a strong man accidentally saw an interesting bug appear on the side of the road.

The white man judged instantly.

At this time, he had no thoughts at all to pay attention to the young man Xia Guo who was lying on the ground not far away, who was suspected of being "tired and dizzy."

In the next second, he seemed to think of something and exclaimed: "Ah...it's you...no, it's you?"

He hastily changed the honorific.

"Oh? You know me?" The mysterious giant stopped in front of him, looking down at him with interest, the huge imaginary sickle hanging down at his feet, releasing endless fear.

At the same time, the voice of "giant" resounded in the mind of the white man again.

"Yes, I... I watched a short video before... It was on the top of the Muztag Snow Mountain in Xiaguo. Well, of course, because of the distance, I can’t see clearly, so I’m not sure. , But... in my opinion, he has a similar appearance to yours."

The white man organized a language explanation and tried to communicate with the giant.

Hearing this, the understatement of "Giant" sounded in his mind again: "Ah, I did pass by that snow-capped mountain some time ago."

The tone was rather casual, as if confessing a trivial matter.

However, this caused a storm in the heart of the white man.

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