call out--
A dazzling light fell to the ground, and in an instant, a huge firework bloomed in the open space. The colorful light and shadow were even more beautiful than the firework.
Hey, what is this?
Childhood was surprised: "Brother, look, this bullet dropped on the ground, how come it looks so cool?!"
Xiaoku: ...
Should he tell her the truth?
After she learns the truth, will she be so depressed that she will commit suicide?
Xiao Ku wanted to pretend he didn't know anything, but he also felt that if he did that, his childhood would think he was a fool. After weighing the pros and cons for a few seconds, he said, "Little Ant, is your flare gun okay?"
shock!
childhood:……
After Xiao Ku kindly reminded her, Tongnian took a look at the gun in her hand. The black and red color of the gun body was unique, and she was sure that this was the one and only signal gun that she loved the most...
Flare gun!!!!
Childhood reacts and cries!
In an instant, Tongnian no longer cared about the neighbor Lao Wang who had escaped. He screamed at Xiaoku who was trying to hold back his laughter: "Fuck, fuck, fuck, brother, my flare gun hit the ground! It miscarried!!"
Xiaoku: ...
This topic was too weird. He was still young, so he pretended not to understand and crawled away quietly.
At this time, a little red dot popped up in the reservation column again. Tongnian clicked it and took a look. It was still a message from Xiao Wenxi: Double queue?
Just two simple words, plus a question mark, nothing else.
Tongnian was still immersed in the scene of her signal gun hitting the ground and could not extricate herself, and did not detect the hint of displeasure in the message sent by Xiao Wenxi. She quickly edited a text message and replied to Xiao Wenxi: Little apprentice, my signal gun hit the ground!
He simply ignored Xiao Wenxi's question.
On the other side, Xiao Wenxi stared at the message sent by Tongnian, and his eyes moved.
Did he see her question that he didn't want to answer, or was he too lazy to explain?
Xiao Wenxi pursed her lips and thought of N possibilities.
Instead, I put down my phone and stopped sending messages to childhood.
The signal circle in the game refreshed again. The small circle was in the Y-shaped building. All the 8 people who survived this game were basically in this building.
The signal gun fireworks downstairs were still jumping, which was particularly eye-catching.
Every time she looked at it during her childhood, she felt that the thing was mocking her. She must be stupid. When the airdrop failed to summon, her IQ also dropped to the ground.
Woo woo woo…
You know what, the flare gun hitting the ground was pretty cool, but a little heartbreaking.
Childhood is painful.
and……
It seems that Childhood is not the only one who feels sorry for the person hit by the signal gun.
The people in the Y-shaped building hid in every corner and were on high alert. While carefully protecting their own safety, they were also eager to find an opportunity to kill the other party. However, the noise of the signal gun hitting the ground was so loud that it immediately resonated with all the onlookers.
Over here, someone in the microphone started talking: "Wow, which rich guy upstairs actually threw his flare gun on the ground? That's too extravagant, isn't it?"
Over there, someone else chimed in with all the microphones: "Exactly. How many people in this building (during this game) didn't even get a chance to touch anything, and they were shot to the ground... It's all over!"
Someone else commented: "They say people die for money and birds die for food, but this guy is such a waste! He just left the flare gun there?! Damn it! You know, I was killed last time just to pick up the airdrop. I couldn't win the game anyway, so if I could just touch the flare gun, it would have been worth it!"
After hearing these public opinions, Tongnian felt even more distressed.
Her poor signal gun was gone before it could fulfill its true value.
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