Jinmu turned around, using the trees as cover, and kept moving around, like a grass rat, unknowingly approaching the Earthling in front of him.
Her companion's arrow whizzed past her.
The giant tree on which the elder resided swayed its branches, which resembled spears, piercing the air with deadly force.
Her limbs were tense, and she was completely focused. She picked up a twig, placed it on the bowstring, and the twig automatically transformed into a sharp arrow, aiming at the Earthlings not far away.
Then, she took the arrow, held the bow in her left hand and the arrow in her right, and began to dance, swaying her waist.
The deafening music filled the air, and wood chips flew everywhere. A thorny beast pounced on the Earthlings, circling on the ground, its thorny whips lashing at the forest dwellers around it who were also writhing.
The 'street dance girl' struggled to her feet, leaning against a tree trunk, panting, with blood flowing from her hair.
The 'Kneeling Tribe' knelt on the ground, and darkness descended, enveloping these forest people and forest beasts who were breakdancing, and enveloping this forest.
The 'kneeling tribe' rose, and light descended upon them. Before them lay emptiness; the forest people, the forest beasts, and the forest itself were forever lost in darkness.
Like someone with anemia, he staggered, reaching out to grab something, but there was nothing left to support him.
The 'kneeling tribe' fell straight forward, landing on the soft sand bed. The 'female sand painter' raised her hand, and quicksand flowed from the bag at her waist toward the exhausted players.
The sand gathered everyone together.
"Moonlight!" the female sand artist shouted to one of the female players in the team.
'Moonlight' looked up at the sky, borrowed a cloak from the sun, and the players disappeared from the forest.
Soon, vines, trees, and wild animals gathered, standing at the edge of the forest and gazing at the clearing. Their peculiar communication echoed for a while, and then the forest and clearing fell silent again.
"How many died?" The street dancer wiped the blood from her temple, her eyes filled with anticipation.
"They're not dead." The traffic light counted the number of people. "They're all still alive."
The street dance girl suddenly lost all her strength and lay sprawled in the special space created by the moonlight. Her 65cm hoodie, which completely covered her buttocks, was pulled up to reveal 35cm super shorts.
"Please, uncles and aunts," she said, "just two of them die, just two. I'm starting to hate the forest. I want to get out of this awful place."
Nobody paid any attention to her.
On the tenth day of the full moon event, no more casualties occurred among players who had entered spring. Although someone was seriously injured every day, they all survived.
There are many reasons.
The eight people who sacrificed themselves before this died for three reasons: first, a sudden attack by the enemy; second, the players were not gathered together at that time, there were only ten of them; and third, these eight people were relatively weak.
Now, the twenty-two people are gathered together, on high alert, and after a period of getting to know each other, their cooperation is becoming more and more tacit.
Relying on their powerful, uncanny, and abundant instincts and skills, they have repeatedly thwarted the forest dwellers' ambushes and assassinations, surviving to this day.
"How long can the moonlight last?" the female sand artist asked.
Three hours.
"That's enough, everyone hurry up and recover. 'Jump off buildings,' treat the 'kneeling tribe' first."
"I'm already looking at him."
The man who was jumping out of the building wrapped his arms around the head of the person who was kneeling, his thumbs overlapping his brows. He whispered, activating his instincts: "Jumping out of the building, is it suicide, or flying?"
“...Fly...soar..." Two words were uttered from the lips of the kneeling tribesmen as if they were suffocating.
The wounds sprouted wings and struggled to fly away from him, and his complexion returned to normal.
The player who jumped off the building removed his hands from the brow of the kneeling player and walked toward the next player.
"Jump off the building, over here, over here, come give this young lady a massage." The street dancer raised her head slightly, waved and shouted, and blood flowed from her hair again.
The female sand artist made the moonlight ignore a patch of ground, and facing that dark patch, she said, "Earth."
White smoke billowed from the ground, enveloping the earth where the cane rested.
The password for calling the land has been shortened to save time and allow for faster communication in case of emergencies.
"How's the situation?" the female sand artist asked the land.
All other players who are eating, recovering, or healing injuries, look here; this information is very important.
"Twelve people died in the fall, and the fall was captured."
There were a total of 31 people in the autumn. Three people, namely 'Full Stop', 'Garden', and 'Diamond Bachelor', had died before. There had been no casualties in the past few days, but 12 people died today.
"We can't get Spring with just the few of us." The 'female harpist's' voice was beautiful, her tone calm, yet revealing a hint of despair.
Besides the three who died during the meeting, there were a total of twenty-eight players vying for Qiu, including members of the Special Operations Bureau. Even so, twelve of them still died.
With only twenty-two people, how could they possibly snatch the spring?
"Did anyone die in the Special Operations Bureau?" the street dancer asked.
"Dead, 'Hold fast to your dreams,' 'rice cake,' 'automatic handgun.'"
"Three...who are the other nine people?"
“‘I sit in the last row of the last group in the classroom’, ‘Another year of Void Champion’, ‘Those who kill me have no chirps’, ‘Machima’s dog’, ‘Candy in my pocket’, ‘Listen to your mother’, ‘My wish comes true’, ‘I once dreamed of traveling the world with a sword’, ‘Lu, when will you marry me?’”
Romance
The street dancer sighed loudly, lay back down, and blood pooled on the back of her head.
After a moment of silence, Tudi spoke somewhat timidly: "Hou Feng said they are making repairs, and spring will come when they are finished."
The street dancer sighed loudly again.
The landowner, emboldened, was about to continue when 'Childhood Village' asked, "Where are Li Changzhou and the others?"
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