Release that Witch Chapter 660: Visions

For a whole day, Roland turned over every channel of the TV.

There are really a few programs that explain martial arts competitions. Unlike traditional fighting, the martial arts arena is about half the size of a football field, and there are no referees on the field. The battle between the contestants is also much fiercer. It is commonplace to smash the floor. The sound of punches on both sides sounds like a thunderous thunder, which looks like it has added special effects.

To be competitive and ornamental, it is really much more exciting than boxing or free fighting. Just punches to flesh, without the number of rounds and intermissions can make the audience excited from the beginning to the end, not to mention the two often fight He had to spit blood and was bruised all over. Roland can't help frowning. As Martial Artist, this kind of battle is too hard, don't they worry about losing their bonus after winning the game?

But the ones that most concern him are those who have been called Martial Artist.

There is no doubt that their physical fitness is much higher than ordinary people, and Power of Nature is not just to enhance strength or speed, it seems that there are special uses.

Most of the off-site commentaries will give these skills a special name, and also use it as the key name of Martial Artist. For example, this man named Hurricane can make super high-speed combos in an instant, so his nickname is a storm.

Seriously, does this not mean putting your battle hole card in front of your opponent?

It's just fine. What surprises Roland more is that he actually saw the figure of Devil in the game.

That's a typical wild demon. It's tall, with burly arms, without masks and iron gloves. The exposed fangs and three-finger features are obviously not human, but the audience turned a blind eye to it. They just treat each other as a foreign Martial Daoist.

He finally realized the weirdness and power of the dream world.

In order to make the Devil swallowed by Zero reasonable, Dreamland even turned them into a minority race living together in this world. What about Evil Beast Hybrid(s)? Roland could not help but emerge the image of a full-fledged Yalong Maid.

It wasn't until his stomach murmured that he found the sun was gradually tilting westward.

Roland could not help frowning.

Usually, Zero should be back already.

I remember when I read it, her school is on Zhongshan Road, which is almost three kilometers away from the apartment building. You can get home in ten minutes by bus. The tuition class ends at 5:30, and it is now 6:15. Is anything happening in the school?

Roland After thinking for a while, I decided to go downstairs to buy something to fill my stomach.

After all, she may also be hanging out with her friends. It will not be completely dark until about eight o'clock in summer. It is not strange to use this time to play in the park or game hall.

He is a landlord, not a babysitter. Even if he goes to school at this time, he may not be able to run into her. Do n’t worry about it.

Well, even if you work hard, you will occasionally want to be lazy.

It's up to him to make this dinner ... No, he's ready to take out.

At this moment, the screen on TV suddenly flashed, and the combat match became a newsroom.

"Good evening, audience friends, now insert an urgent news."

The host held a stack of manuscripts, and said with a worried expression, "A knife-robbing incident occurred on Zhongshan Road. A bus No. 29 was hijacked. The traffic police have now blocked the intersection. Please call nearby. Do not go out for the time being. We will report the progress of the incident as soon as possible.

The picture on the TV soon cut to the scene. The road was crowded with crowds watching the crowd. Everyone stood out of the cordon without any intention of evacuation.

Wait, isn't this the way Zero often goes to school?

Roland's heart sank so much that she was also hijacked?

This is by no means good news. As an important component of the dream world, he does not know what the consequences of the death of a key person like Zero will be. This is also the reason why he does not want to delve into the Zero family. Experience has shown that the brain's subconscious mind relies on problems that cannot be edited.

The result is suddenly waking up and never remembering what was in the dream.

KRoland definitely doesn't want to end this dream in advance before hollowing out his deep memory.

Not to mention that there are many residents in Building of Soul. If they also have the memory Fragment Gate, it is an excellent information for understanding the real world.

Of course, it is also possible that the existence of Zero has no effect on the dream, but he does not want to take this risk.

Thinking of the strange power flowing in his body, Roland decided to go to the scene to see what he might do.

After leaving Tongzi Street, he ran along the road full of traffic, the heat flow circulated in his body, and the speed of the pace didn't feel any effort. Even in high-speed running, Roland can still easily control every part of the body and flexibly avoid passers-by on the street. The three-kilometer distance is almost shortened at the speed of 100 meters. In just eight minutes, he arrived The location of the incident.

However, Roland unexpectedly, just when he was crowded into the crowd, he found that the robber had been arrested and was crying in an interview, saying that he was just an impulse, and the onlookers sent a hush The noise, like the general dispersal when they came, was also clearing the roadblocks and preparing to resume traffic.

Roland twitched its lips, didn't it mean that the police would always be late after the incident.

Among the passengers who had been withdrawn from the bus, he did not find that the Zero figure seemed to be running for nothing this time.

As he was about to return, there was a faint cry for help in the narrow alley by the street.

Roland startled, looking towards the alley. Although the sunset has not yet completely fallen, the light has been completely blocked by the high-rise buildings on both sides, and there is a black paint inside, and nothing can be seen clearly.

Illusion?

He walked slowly to the alley, and after a few minutes, he heard a weak call for help again.

Someone is really there!

The police should be called for help at this time.

Roland looked back to the bus, but found that the police had taken the robbers onto the police car and was heading away. It was obviously too late to stop them.

Do you think you haven't heard?

But he clearly felt something in the alley was attracting himself.

Since approaching here, the heat flow in the body has suddenly become intense, as if clamoring and jubilant, as if urging him to move on.

Roland walked into the narrow lane lightly.

The eyes quickly adjusted to the faint light, and he saw a man facing his back, and there was nothing else around him.

"Are you asking for help?" he frowned.

The man did n’t have answer, but instead turned his head 180 degrees directly. This weird sight let Roland take a breath.

However, it is even more surprising.

His face looks like it has been burned by flames. His scorched skin is full of bubbles, and a crimson cyclone swirls above the forehead, shining in the dim light.