The weak light shone on Zhou Jinru's side face. He looked like a weathered stone statue, motionless. If it weren't for his slightly blinking eyelashes, Mostima would have even thought that something unfortunate had happened.
"Have you come up with any good ideas?"
She finally couldn't help but ask, and her words attracted the attention of many people.
Zhou Jinru rolled his eyes but still didn't move: "Don't worry, I have a way."
There were only 14 points of sanity left, and several emotional gauges were not quite full. He had not yet escaped the side effects caused by the violent consumption of sanity, but he found that he could still continue to consume sanity. Could he still be able to eat food?
He was the only person present who had no actual fighting ability. The previous use of Undercher's crossbow only consumed his mind and his body entered an instinctive state of action. His consciousness seemed to have been pulled from the driver's seat and locked in a cage. If he really wanted to find a similar case, he thought that he was not far removed from when Banner turned into the Hulk.
Without enough combat power, sufficient ammunition, or even medical treatment, Zhou Jinru was at the end of his rope. He didn't know what kind of struggle he could continue. Maybe he could use his rationality to enhance his ability again?
He thought he had no choice but to do this in the end.
He was even a little obsessed with that kind of smooth operation, the feeling of hitting the target with one arrow.
"If I were you, I would never use the Origin Stone again until I understood it."
Mostema's voice appeared in his ears at the right time.
There was a little uneasiness in her tone: "Unconscious infatuation with powerful power will lead to one's own destruction. If you can't control your desires, I will help you make a decision myself. I have seen several madmen, and their endings have been... not too good."
"Are you caring about me? I'm very happy, but I know what to do. I have nothing to do. Let me tell you a story, a story about a king."
Zhou Jinru said that in his mouth, there was a king on the continent of Terra who had powerful Origin Stone skills. He led the army and fought bravely. He led the army to fight against the monsters climbing up from the abyss, risking his own life. In order to protect all living beings behind us.
However, there are endless monsters in the abyss, and the king is outnumbered. He fights until the last moment. Before he takes a breath, he makes a wish to the devil, willing to exchange his soul for more powerful power. The generous devil promises to achieve three goals for him. The king's first wish is to defeat the enemies from the abyss and save his people.
The devil easily satisfied him, and the king who stood up again was no different from before. But as a price, the devil took away his heart and gave him a ring with special origin stone skills. This ring can resurrect his soul. Those fallen soldiers, let them fight for him again.
Broca admired: "You should be a writer with many books."
Zhou Jinru curled his lips and thought, how can such an easy thing happen? In the dormitory before, he could hear his writer friend complaining every day that it was difficult to earn royalties. Those above were just rough words, not even an outline. It's some cliche stuff.
The macho cat Maotou asked: "Where's the back?"
"We'll talk about it later. I want you to do a few things. You go to these places and knock out some lime. Be careful not to collapse the building, otherwise the guys from Longmen can burn incense for us."
"Are you planning to blow up the building again?"
Zhou Jinru raised his eyebrows: "When did you come?"
Mostima smiled half-heartedly: "I arrived after you danced. It was quite exciting. If I were the Integrated Movement, I would probably fight for you."
Zhou Jinru: "..."
"Pfft!"
"Hey hey hey..."
He coughed violently, opened his eyes, suppressed all the snickering from Ansuo and the others, and said seriously: "How much of your physical strength has been restored, can you still play the Key to Time again?"
"It's far from enough. I can't even use the Lock of Desolate Time now, which disappoints you."
Zhou Jinru sighed: "Then I can only take a little risk."
He deeply understood the meaning of the saying that a clever woman cannot make a meal without rice. No matter how skilled the chef is, he cannot make green vegetables and tofu taste like Buddha jumping over the wall.
Caressing the silky short hair of Snake Butcher Box, this girl has cut her hair into ear-length hair since she came to the ruined city. The "Doctor of Protection" she shouted loudly is not just words, she has done these four things with her own practice. The way he risked his life to block that rocket really touched Zhou Jinru's heart. In fact, if it were other operators, they would probably have done the same thing in that scene.
"This is not a game. I was wrong. I have always regarded it as a game and a dream."
He never wanted to hear that Rhode Island could live without so-and-so, but it could never live without Doctor.
"Fortunately, the time I traveled through was not the moment I came out of Chernobog. Otherwise, I would have really gone crazy seeing so many operators paving the way for me to escape that city with their lives."
However, at this time, the first gunshot came from outside, and the echo drifted far and wide in the deep night.
coming.
It came so quickly, it seemed that those people really couldn't wait.
Zhou Jinru suddenly stood up and shouted in a low voice: "According to the original plan, everyone will continue to retreat to the ruins behind. Stewart's warlock team will take the last step. Remember, once the magic missile is released, it will immediately retreat. There will be about three to four seconds." The gap is enough to escape the collapse zone, and this building can buy us five minutes at most."
After Zhou Jinru finished speaking, he handed the snake slaughtering box to Broca. The strong and muscular Maomaotou should be able to take her far and wide. In addition, Ansuo was asked to retreat with the large army first.
"What about you, Doctor?"
Zhou Jinru said with a smile: "I'll go with Stewart. They may encounter the enemy's first attack. I can provide some treatment at least if I stay."
Mostima disappeared again. Zhou Jinru ignored her and sent away more than a dozen comrades. He stood with Stewart, who was left behind, and patted his shoulder gently: "Don't worry. There will be no problem, everything is planned.”
In the darkness, Undercher's figure was revealed. He ran very fast. He was close in a blink of an eye and made a gesture to Zhou Jinru. The warlock team raised their short staffs and fired a line of spell missiles. The brush flew out.
The moment they took action, everyone rushed towards the escape route behind them. The floor beneath their feet shook violently, the masonry above them heard the sound of breaking, and even gravel continued to fall down.
boom!
There was a gunshot, and a bullet flew from nowhere and hit Zhou Jinru in the back of the heart!
