nycdaug Chapter 234 Running, I can't run anymore...
Chapter 234 Running, I can't run anymore...
The two colors are separated in half, and those very resilient, vine-like strips come out from the dark blue side.
Ling Yi looked at the thing and thought it looked a lot like a Dead Sea creature with many tentacles.
At this moment, this thing is using its tentacle-like tendrils to reach into the room where it was previously located.
Ling Yi looked at this thing with surprise—a creature that could move without a nose or eyes—and mentally estimated its danger and the number of tendrils that could extend.
But he didn't notice the little larva's cries, which suddenly stopped when it saw him.
"Waaah... Brother... Hug me!"
The little larva struggled, trying to get off the ten-year-old larva, muttering incoherent words.
The ten-year-old larvae pressed him down, frowned, and forcibly hugged him. Then, ignoring his struggles, it used one hand to pinch his little face, speaking as if scolding or angry.
"What are you doing? Where do you think you're going?! If you run away again, I'll hit you!"
The boy, around ten years old, looked at him with a troubled expression, his tender face displaying a serious and composed demeanor befitting a little adult, which seemed incongruous yet full of life.
"0723, it's time to go find my brother!"
The three- or four-year-old toddler who was brought back with him spoke up as if helping the youngest toddler explain the meaning, after being untied by a slightly older toddler next to him.
As he spoke, his eyes, like those of the toddler being held, were fixed on the back of the ten-year-old boy.
The boy, around ten years old, noticed their gaze and turned slightly to look over, discovering it was the player who had been captured last.
He remembered this player; it was this person who took out the card energy that blocked theirs.
So, to prevent this player from playing more cards, his first command was...
Once you get close, you must immediately restrain the player, preventing them from having any chance to play cards.
Ling Yi, who was originally observing the large object at the door, involuntarily met his gaze almost the instant the object looked over.
The gaze of this ten-year-old boy was so penetrating that Ling Yi instinctively looked over almost the instant he sensed it.
He and the few larvae he had tricked into wearing the straitjackets were staring straight at him.
Ling Yi felt a chill run down his spine, secretly wondering if they were complaining about him and plotting how to deal with him.
At this moment, the child who had bitten Ling Yi suddenly looked up, staring in Ling Yi's direction, and spoke in a strange tone.
"Number 01, that player has my brother's aura..."
Almost as soon as he finished speaking, the ten-year-old boy, who was called No. 01, looked at him with surprise.
"What are you talking about? My brother's aura? But he doesn't look like my brother at all!"
Number 01 frowned, his delicate eyebrows furrowed, and looked at Ling Yi again with a slightly surprised and cold gaze. At the same time, he used his mental power to order a temporary halt to the attack.
Then he slowly walked towards Ling Yi, staring intently at him. The toddlers and children who had also received the information all turned their gazes to him, looking at him with curiosity or doubt.
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On the second floor, Qi Min, who had already gathered general information from Zhou Chen in the most concise way, was already there.
At this moment, he was swinging something backward, occasionally stomping on it on the ground, and firing a shot every now and then, almost always hitting the spot he had specifically aimed at.
This deliberate attempt to provoke and provoke left Zhou Chen, who had been following him, feeling somewhat embarrassed and at a loss.
She could only follow him in silence as they fled, occasionally glancing at Qi Min with disbelief and a hint of unspoken words in her eyes.
He seemed to want to say something but couldn't bring himself to say it, his gaze frequently drifting towards the object that Qi Min was throwing to the ground.
The reason Zhou Chen had such a strange expression was because what Qi Min was holding and the part he was specifically aiming at were somewhat embarrassing to talk about.
Qi Min was holding a long strip of cloth, which was nothing strange, but at the end of the long strip of cloth was a life-straight-qi-official tightly wrapped up.
They all have one...penis.
Hearing the sounds of something being pulled apart behind him, Qi Min stopped again, threw the strip of cloth in his hand hard on the ground, and then stomped on it with his heel.
The movements were large and clearly malicious, and sure enough, his deliberate act once again elicited a loud roar.
"Aaaaaah!!! I'm going to kill you!! I'm going to tear you to pieces!!!"
A somewhat obese man with a receding hairline, his face contorted in a ferocious grimace, was crawling on the ground, his eyes practically spitting fire as he stared at Qi Min, using both hands and feet to speed up his approach.
Qi Min scoffed at his reaction, stomped on him again, then turned and continued running, firing another shot behind him as he turned to the side.
But this time it didn't hit the target he had aimed at; it only hit the Mediterranean man's shoulder, causing a burst of blood to erupt on his bare shoulder.
But the Mediterranean man did not slow down at all. Instead, he increased his speed and flicked his head to shoot his tongue out like an arrow, aiming straight at Qi Min.
Qi Min ducked and rolled over to dodge, then threw the strip of cloth in his hand against the wall again, which earned him another roar.
Remembering Qi Min's instructions, Zhou Chen, who kept running forward, was quickly caught up by him.
"Lord Qi... Lord Qi Min! I'm dying... huff... I can't run anymore... huff..."
Zhou Chen spoke breathlessly, his throat already feeling dry and painful from the rapid breathing.
Half an hour had passed since he started running after following Qi Min and provoking the bald male insect behind him, and he was really too tired to run anymore.
An hour earlier, Zhou Chen, having learned the general situation, silently followed Qi Min as they began exploring and searching for information.
Under Qi Min's expert guidance, Zhou Chen encountered almost no significant obstacles and easily mastered a great deal of information that needed to be found.
Just when Zhou Chen thought they would have an easy time until the end of the game, Qi Min led him to an office.
The office is luxuriously decorated and spacious, combining office space, accommodation, and recreation.
It was even more luxurious and extravagant than the offices on the floor above, and could even be considered comparable to the exclusive clubs of male insects.