Just when Chen Mo was thinking about this, the puppet's neck suddenly twisted, and then it looked at one of the red-haired young men.
That was the young man who ran the fastest before but didn't run away.
It opened its empty eyes and said coldly: "You... answer, answer my question. If the answer is right, you can leave. If it is wrong... among the poems you know, the best What’s the cheap thing?”
It doesn't say what the cost of answering wrongly is, but everyone knows what they're facing.
At the same time, the puppet began to make a countdown sound from its mouth.
"30, 29, 28, 27..."
Numb! Numb! Numb!
The young man felt numb all over.
He felt very scared in his heart, and cold sweat kept breaking out on his forehead.
"I, I answer you App, check the latest chapters of this book on multiple sites at the same time. 】
He quickly opened the long metal box. The first box contained a strong and thick iron-black gun barrel-like object with dense and strange patterns engraved on it.
The other one contained a complex and exquisite strange gun, with a pale golden bullet chain inserted into it.
The red-haired young man carried the barrel-shaped object in his right hand, held up the strange gun in his left hand, and hung up the ammunition chain.
Very high level props!
Chen Mo narrowed his eyes.
However, since this guy has been useless, it means that these two props are very expensive and will never be used unless absolutely necessary.
Sure enough, in the next moment, under the surprised eyes of everyone, everyone saw that the body of the red-haired young man had undergone horrific changes that were visible to the naked eye.
Black scales grew on the surface of his skin, fish gills sprouted from the cracks in his neck, his eyeballs were like mung beans, and his mouth was filled with fangs, and he instantly turned into a fish-man!
The red-haired young man's face was ferocious, as if he was trying to suppress some terrible negative emotions.
The cannon was aimed at it, but the puppet man was obviously unmoved and was still counting down the time.
"18, 17, 16..."
The next moment, in a burst of energy, everyone saw that the cannon-shaped object carried on the shoulders of the red-haired young man quickly lit up, outlining noisy and fiery marks and patterns.
boom!
A golden fireball like a miniature sun flew out of the "barrel" and shot towards the puppet.
With a bang, the cannonball hit the puppet man's body.
The earth trembled slightly, and the fierce light seemed to tilt and engulf the puppet man.
The red-haired young man's body sank obviously due to the recoil, and his feet trembled.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Immediately afterwards, the red-haired young man put down the heavy barrel, took two steps forward, picked up the strange-looking gun, and pulled the trigger:
Da da da da da da!
Sounds like machine gun fire sounded. However, after bursts of indiscriminate bombardment, everyone discovered that the puppet was unscathed and was still counting down the time with an indifferent expression.
this.....
Everyone's expressions became dull. With such blind-angle fire coverage, it was impossible to destroy this puppet, which seemed to have very low defense?
"10, 9, 8..."
The red-haired young man was completely panicked.
After discovering that forceful destruction was useless, the red-haired young man had to start thinking about the question that the puppet man had just raised.
He tried to calm down and began to think about the question raised by the puppet.
What is the cheapest thing in poetry you know?
