The Corpse Collector In Conan: One thousand six hundred and nineteen [air battle]
At this time, the roof of the building nearly 100 meters away.
Upstairs and downstairs, two completely different atmospheres.
Although Conan fell down the stairs, his falling speed was very slow. The moment he fell, he consciously spread his limbs to increase the resistance, trying to delay his fall.
The gravity of this world is always extra tolerant towards him.
And his luck was obviously very good. The night wind blew along the building from bottom to top. This very light child of the world was falling at a slow and uniform speed. One couldn't help suspecting that he would not die even if he fell straight to the bottom of the building, just like an ant thrown down a tall building.
The magical time gained in this way gave Conan more room to operate.
Conan flipped over in the air and turned on his back.
Above, Kidd jumped down as expected, and the ghost thief manipulated the hang glider behind him, using a wonderful technique to speed up the dive speed, and the distance between the two quickly narrowed.
Soon, the optimal range of the anesthesia needle was reached.
Conan had strangled his conscience as early as the moment he jumped down, but when he turned around and saw Kidd approaching, he raised his hand and shot an anesthetic needle.
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Kidd felt bad when he saw Conan raising his wrist. He turned over abruptly, and the cloak that hardened into a hang glider took him around a few times in the air, and the distance between the two of them widened again.
Kidd was manipulating the hang glider, and looked back at Conan, a little dazed: ""This kid is going to die, he's about to be smashed into meatloaf, and he's still thinking about catching the strange thief? He didn't want to die with a detective.
Just as he was thinking about it, the next moment, Conan who missed his hand let out a regretful "tsk", then turned his body, faced downward again, and pulled the switch of the backpack forcefully.
With the sound of "Peng", the backpack behind him split into two, and the parachute inside popped out loudly and opened in the night sky. Conan's unpleasant downward trend stopped immediately, and the two faced each other in the air, relying on their respective suspension devices.
The scene looks very lively.
On the roof of the building, Jiang Xia leaned against the railing, looking at the two people floating around downstairs as if they were fighting in the air with his chin resting, feeling a little itchy.
He touched his empty back with his backhand, a bit regretting that he didn't come over with a parachute just now. As a result, the current situation is as if he was at the beach, and his companions took out their swimming trunks and plunged into the sea one by one, only to realize that he was not prepared for anything.
Jiang Xia: "Huh? Wait, if you say that, you're not completely unprepared."
He turned his gaze to look at Wu Tiangou floating beside him, and remembered something.
Soon, Jiang Xia touched his pocket and took out a box of Ghost Mint.
He knocked on the half-empty cigarette case, inserted **** into the deepest corner, and pulled out a completely sealed cigarette.
It's been a long time... Cough, this is the wonderful white mist generated by Noah after running that energy-intensive holographic game a few weeks ago.
Recycle this kind of thing, melt it into smoke, and use it with monsters and ghosts to generate a new smoke with wonderful functions.
Jiang Xia put away the cigarette case, opened the seal on the cigarette, took out this plain looking cigarette and lit it. At the same time, he took Wu Tiangou and put it on the cigarette.
As if a special seal was stamped, the appearance of Yan suddenly changed in the next moment. Its color changed from ordinary paper cigarettes to pure black, and there were some light-colored gold lines on the cigarette butt, and the lines outlined a pair of folded wings with a few strokes.
This kind of new smoke made of fog tengu rubbings, after being lit and inhaled, can condense into a pair of wings of the same style on the back of the smoker.
The wings that Jiang Xia usually voluntarily builds with puppet clay are just decorations and cannot be used for real flying.
But the wings brought by this kind of smoke are different—just like Conan can eliminate the acceleration of gravity by stretching his limbs, this kind of wings that are only slightly larger than a person after unfolding can also easily allow people to fly in the air.
Jiang Xia picked up the cigarette he had just lit, took a puff, and the corners of his eyes twitched undetectably.
The ghost mint that he usually carries with him has only a light plant aroma after being lit. But now this kind of smoke has a stronger taste, like lighting a lot of feathers, and a burnt smell hits the face.
Fortunately, due to its miraculous effect, Jiang Xia could barely tolerate this strange taste.
One cigarette can last for nearly twenty minutes. If you want to go down and participate in the air chase, it won't take so long.
After taking two puffs, Jiang Xia pressed the lighter again, and the flame moved sideways, allowing the remaining smoke to burn completely.
According to his experience, once this kind of smoke is lit, it cannot be extinguished.
Fortunately, the products of combustion will not be wasted in vain. The smoke that is not inhaled by people will automatically condense into an air mass. Pile up the air mass and carry it with you. When you need it, take it out and take a bite. You can also grow wings. .
Jiangxia used to have a large group, but then it disappeared without knowing it, and now I have to order a new one.
The smoke quickly burned completely, and there was a misty white smoke ball in Jiang Xia's hand.
He stuffed the thing into his pocket in a ball, put away the rapidly burning cigarette butt, and then raised his hand to hold on to the railing.
A pair of pitch-black wings had spread out behind him at some point, the shape was exactly the same as that of Mist Tengu. Jiang Xia leaned on the railing, leaped down, and folded her wings behind her back, like a dark shadow, swooping down towards the two people floating in the air.
Then when he was about to arrive, he flapped his wings silently, adjusted his direction quietly, and walked around behind Conan.
The light on this section of the floor is dark, and the black wings are very inconspicuous in the night. Even if someone downstairs is bored and looks up, it is difficult to see the clues, let alone recognize who the winged person is.
Jiang Xia: ", 3 Of course, even if it is really seen, it can be said that it is a magic. After all, as we all know, Kidd is a magician who was delayed by the strange thief~IndoMTL.com~ a little lower in the air .
Kidd looked at the parachute above Conan's head, and belatedly remembered that the mini-detective had been carrying this bag tonight: 4 "This guy was actually prepared. It seems that he even fell down the stairs on purpose. Wude! The detective really doesn't have a good thing!"
Just as he was thinking, he saw a dark shadow descend from the sky and land behind Conan, while Conan was busy adjusting his parachute, seemingly unaware of it.
Kidd glimpsed sharply, alert, wanting to be reminded.
But before he could speak, the figure suddenly spread its wings, hovered behind Conan, and passed out with a needle.
Jiang Xia flew in the air, looking at the parachute lines in front of him that almost entangled his wings, he took out a knife casually.
The cold light flashed like a moon arc, all the ropes in the way were cut, the parachute flew away, Jiang Xia picked Conan out of a ball of thread alone, and held it in his hand.
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