Chapter 905: Open strange

The short-touch wand is now in a state of extreme regret.
Because he felt that he was born in the best era, the era of the magic net, the movie and the magic net game, this bunch of interesting things just came out...
The last regret is that the character in the world's rift did not rise to the twenty-fifth level, and the disaster star ring did not have time to equip.
But now regret is useless, he is already dying.
The short-touch wand was dragged by the man to the deck of the merchant ship. He was licking his abdomen on the side of the ship, and the biting pain came from his abdomen.
There was a faceless man standing in front of him, and the blood was dripping down the sword of the man's sword.
The other side directly penetrated the abdomen of the short-touch wand. The short-touch wand felt that its internal organs should be saved. It is estimated that it will continue to live in this world for a few minutes.
When the short-touched wand desperately waited for the man to understand him with his long sword in his hand, a female voice sounded in his ear.
"Where did you transfer the container?"
container? The short-touch wand keeps breathing, and he gradually becomes dim in the field of vision. Only the interface of the magic net, he is too lazy to manage what these killers want.
Let me post a post on the caster forum at least before I die?
The short-touch wand is stained with the fingertips of the blood and edits the last post in life on the magic net. The title of the post is ‘Receive it! This is my last water sticker! ’
"answer me!"
Another voice that forced him.
Only when you post a short touch of a wand can you feel stronger than these killers.
How can you force even the magic net will not be used!
This unsuccessful thought came out of the mind of the short-touch wand.
But in the next second, one hand suddenly reached into his mage robe, and a green leaf was taken from the wizard's robe of the short-touch wand.
The moment when I saw the leaf, the adrenaline began to secrete in his body. The short-touch wand was blurred because of the blurred consciousness. It quickly became clear.
He gradually saw that standing in front of him was a woman shrouded in a gray robe.
"give me back!"
The short-touch wand didn't know where the courage came from, shouting loudly at the woman.
When he wanted to reach out to grab the leaf, he fell to the ground because his body was too weak. The short-touched wand could only watch the woman take away the leaves of the tree of his own world.
"That container, called Haimina's woman, where did you send her?"
The woman again asked the short-touch wand with an impatient voice.
"You want to find Hermione?" The short-touch wand was placed on the board with both hands. "I don't know where she was sent, but I use the magic net... I can send a message to her, as long as you return the leaves to me.

The short-touch wand was compromised at this moment. He was not stupid, and he did not have the courage and enlightenment to put on a look of 'swearing not to say'.
In this state, he wants to die so much that he can only cooperate with this woman.
"Magic net? She also has a magic net? It's so good... you are friends with her."
The woman suddenly squatted in front of the short-touch wand and returned the leaf inside the handle to the short-touch wand. When he thought that his success was successful, a silver needle suddenly appeared in the woman's hand.
The silver needle pierced the eyebrow of the short-touch wand, and for a moment he felt something was suppressing his thinking.
"As long as you become my toy, that woman is my friend." She made a weird laugh, short-handed wands licking her forehead, and there was a pain in the brain that was swallowed by insects.
When the pain continued to erode the mind of the short-touched wand, a scene suddenly appeared in his mind. His character in the world's rift surrounded the light and released a magic called the Holy Seal!
The pain of corrosion is accompanied by the rapid dissipation of this magic.
what happened? He can also release the Holy Word in reality!
"How dare you refuse!" The woman saw the silver needle dissipate the silver needle in the short-touched wand eyebrows, and once again entered a state of anger.
The short-touch wand is thinking about why he can use the Holy Word and Shield in reality, but this moment there is a sudden high eagle in the sky.
An arrow hits the wooden board between the short touch wand and the stitch.
The premonition of the crisis caused the needle to quickly retreat and escaped an arrow that wiped her cheek, but the arrow penetrated the back of the needle in the air.
"If the arrows in the world's rift can also use magic to control the direction."
A figure fell between the needle and the short-touch wand, and he shouted out to the surroundings shortly after he fell.
"Who is a short-touch wand? Pastor? Where is the pastor?"
"The group is blame?" The short-touch wand heard this voice shouting in surprise, even the teammates in the game came to reality?
The short-touch wand will not admit this sound. Every time the next copy is destroyed, there will always be this voice mourning.
"What?"
When the archer was about to correct his name, the intuition allowed the archer to immediately grab the collar of the short-touch wand and jump to the other side of the deck.
The position of the original archer and the short-touch wand is penetrated by two sharp tentacles.
"Cough... Hurry up." The short-touch wand licked the wound in his abdomen, and the mouth was filled with blood and said to the archer.
"Everyone, everyone in your magic net is so irritating!"
The needles madly pulled out the arrows that had pierced behind them, and twenty-six people dressed in gray robes walked out of the cabin.
The smell of fog began to spread on the deck...
It is absolutely impossible to win by relying on the archer alone.
"Our scary snakes have not lost in the group battle." The archer pulled three arrows from the arrow on the side of the body and placed them on the bowstring. The ship leaned in the direction of the short-touch wand at this moment. Come down.
The reason for the tilt was not that the cabin was flooded, and the short-touched wand looked back at himself behind the horror... A group of heavily armed thugs fell from midair to the deck behind the short-touch wand.
The weight of the equipment on them was even almost overturned by the entire merchant ship.
"It seems that it is time."
Rhone took out a pure white mask and put it on his face. When the magic was poured into it, the scarlet tail snake tag appeared above the mask.
"Will... the president?" The short-touch wand couldn't believe the exuding horror of the horror... it was his president in the game.
"Press and hold here, don't mess!"
The short-touch wand was shocked by the origins of this group of people, a woman came to his side and sprinkled a bottle of potion on her wound.
"Ice vanilla?" The short-touch wand once again recognized a warrior player in the guild based on the sound.
The head of the short-touch wand was a little dizzy, and he watched the heavily armed mobs walk slowly toward the needles in the distance.
"Who is it!" Rhone's pupil behind the mask swept through the judges "in the bully who bullied our guild?"
The short-touch wand vows that if he is a girl, he has already heard this sentence.