"Be careful"

Mo Xiaoyao's pupils shrank, his subordinates did not dare to stop playing, and hurriedly turned the handle sideways, and only then managed to escape the monster.

His heart was beating violently in his chest, just like the rhythm of a musical drum, Mo Xiaoyao's nerves were tense like the strings in his hand, his eyes fixed on the monster without blinking, waiting for its next attack.

"What the hell is this?" Music Yin couldn't help but swear, he was standing with his back to the back, if Mo Xiaoyao had not turned his direction, he would have no idea what happened.

At this time, seeing the appearance of the little monster, he was so frightened that he almost threw the drumstick in his hand. If it wasn't for Jiang Yan who was next to him and pulled him quickly, he would have really done that.

"Concentrate" Jiang Yan pulled people with one hand, and the other hand was still flying up and down on the keyboard like clouds and water, as if using two hands for such a simple song to him was a waste.

"Thank you, thank you." Yue Yin calmed down and rejoined the rhythm with his neck shrunk. He didn't dare to look back, he just hoped that the small stage he was on would get faster and faster so that he could get rid of the monster behind him.

It was a good idea, but the reality was not.

The metal-skinned little monster was surprisingly agile. It didn't run on the ground like a normal four-legged mammal, but from time to time it would jump into the fog on the outer edge of the track, and a pair of sharp claws penetrated deep into it. in the mist.

At this moment, it will make a sharp hissing sound, and the mist seems to have substance, and can accept the temporary foothold of the little monster on itself.

The little monster's claws seemed to grab something in the fog, and that became its leverage point. When the two strong hind legs also stepped on it, the next second, it jumped into the air, with a nearly 20 Meter's jump quickly shortened the distance between it and the target.

"I'm catching up." Mo Xiaoyao turned his head to look back at the little monster, but he didn't dare to keep looking back. The road in front of her had already begun to curve, and it was predicted that there would be more in the future.

She couldn't let the small stage crash into the fog, although she couldn't see what was inside, but her intuition told her that the consequences of going in must be tragic.

Music hurriedly repeating the rhythm of "Let's swing the oars", while thinking of something, he hurriedly asked, "Doesn't our car have a protective cover? That woman couldn't get on just now, did she?"

"Zila"

A jet of blue saliva spurted out of the monster's open mouthparts and landed on the floor of the small stage, corroding a small hole.

Yueyin's face was ugly, it was originally going to face him, if Mo Xiaoyao happened to turn around and use a posture that almost flashed his waist, he controlled the small stage to change positions flexibly, as long as he moved slowly, Even if the music wasn't cold, it wasn't much better.

"You can't dodge alone, you have to fight back." Jiang Yan's men kept going, making up for the mistakes made by Yueyin because of the fright.

With Jiang Yan's reminder, the flustered Mo Xiaoyao gradually calmed down, and immediately remembered the attack method the system told her.

"microphone"

The small stage in high-speed driving is not so stable, and Mo Xiaoyao has to pay attention to the direction of control and pay attention to whether the curve is coming. She is almost focused on three things. Microphone in front of the stage.

"Ooooooooo" tentatively, she shouted into the microphone first to see if it was a sonic attack as she imagined.

The attempt worked, a circle of wind blade-like things common in anime spread out with the small stage as the center. One of them happened to be swept to the little monster who was chasing after him.

In Jiang Yan's expectant gaze, the little monster just stumbled and slowed down a little, but there was no substantial damage. On the contrary, this painless attack irritated it even more.

The little monster hissed loudly, with a different frequency than before. It sounded a bit like the howls used by wolves to find partners. Immediately afterwards, its speed increased again, and its claws scratched the stage several times, leaving terrifying scratches on the edges.

According to Murphy's Law, if there is a chance that things will go bad, no matter how small the chance, it will always happen.

Within a few seconds after the howling of the little monster, responses came one after another from the fog. For some reason, the fog seemed to be thinner at this time, and the shadowy shadow could see several figures that were the same as the little monster.

"sing again"

Jiang Yan's complexion also changed. He got the death notice from the doctor half a year ago. After constant self-adjustment, he has long been bearish about life and death, and the funeral has been explained. When moving, take a look at the great rivers and mountains in this world

Who knew the earth would suddenly explode

Just before he died, he grabbed a piece that he thought was fun, and then entered such a place to die. It didn't matter to him, but the tragic death was okay.

In fact, before Jiang Yan could speak, Mo Xiaoyao was already shouting in front of the microphone.

"Ooooooooo"

"Lushan Kanglongba"

"Finger Magic"

"Give me strength, I am Seaman"

"Human Cannon, Fire"

"Dynamic Lightwave"

"Give me back my fists"

"Dragon Fighter"

"One ear, where to run"

"The Fairy Returns My Grandpa"

"I call you, do you dare to agree?"

When Mo Xiaoyao thought something popped out of her mind, she would shout whatever, shouting hoarsely, but with little effect. The wind blade is still fired according to the voice she made, shouting once and making a circle, the power is similar to before, and it does not change because of the level of her voice.

Jiang Yan was speechless. If it weren't for the time crunch, he would have rushed over to pry open the girl's brain to see what was inside.

but

Looking down at his own hands that were still subconsciously playing "Let's swing the oars", Jiang Yan suddenly felt that he didn't seem to have any position to call others naive.

The nimble, ugly, and chasing deadly killer is confronted by the 2-year-old sick girl who screams "Pikachu, it's up to you". The drummer over there starts to learn how to use the drumsticks while beating the drums. The smashing of the enemy's skull, all of this, seems so harmonious in the lively and brisk accompaniment of "Let's Swing the Sculls".

Jiang Yan's conscience ached, and he couldn't make it up any longer.

The music has been relieved from the initial tension, especially when he subconsciously tapped the little monster's outstretched claws with a drumstick at an emergency moment, and successfully hurt it, it was like opening a new one. The door, the drumstick in his hand is no longer an ordinary drumstick, but a frost drumstick sorrow from the distant icy land.

Mo Xiaoyao already felt that she was crying for lack of oxygen, but the power of the wind blade sent out was still the five scumbags.

She even felt that the two high-heeled shoes she threw out just now were more lethal than the wind blade. At least when the unfolded shoe hit the little monster's head, it staggered.

Jiang Yan looked at the little monster chasers who had turned into three, and then looked at the more and more scars on the back of the small stage, and suddenly had an idea and said to Mo Xiaoyao, "You try to sing a song, after all, we It's a band."

Mo Xiaoyao was refreshed and felt that Jiang Yan's words made sense. He hoped that it gave her great strength, cleared her throat, and moved closer to the microphone to start a new round of her performance.

Before the phone booth-like mini KTVs on the street came out, she had a glorious record of 4 hours of solo singing in a small private room.

But what to sing now, the gentle and lyrical estimate doesn't apply, and it has to be a rough one. Mo Xiaoyao quickly selected the first eligible song that popped up in his mind, and shouted into the microphone again. stand up.

"The river flows eastward, wow the stars in the sky, take part in the Big Dipper"

"If you say go, let's go wow, you have it, I have it, I have it all"

"The road sees the unevenness and roars"

"Shoot when it's time to shoot"

"Wind and fire through Kyushu wow"

This time, the strength of the wind blade launched by the small stage has indeed increased, and the speed has become a bit faster. If it was a slag of battle 5 just now, then at least the combat power has increased to 15.

Of course, it's still useless.

There are more and more corners ahead, more terrifying than the ultimate track of any racing game she's ever played. Just a few seconds ago, she was screaming "Heroes Song" while seeing with her own eyes the A car veered off the track because it was going too fast and rushed into the fog on the side of the road.

A few seconds later, short and shrill screams came from the fog, and after two or three sounds, they stopped abruptly, perhaps because they were strangled by the monster, or maybe they lost their lives.

No matter what it is, Mo Xiaoyao doesn't want to experience it for herself, her curiosity is not that heavy, really.

The pedestrians who didn't grab the car were completely invisible. I don't know if they were left behind because the speed was too fast, or were these little monsters rushing out of the fog as their meal. Even if they were lucky enough to survive, it would be useless, after 20 groups, they would all be wiped out. From the very beginning, those who did not grab the car were destined to be eliminated.

Unless, this person miraculously made it to the end, and the remaining number of the car in front was less than 20. But this probability is not too close to the middle 500.

Mo Xiaoyao has been unable to sing for several times. She is engrossed in staring at the bend in front of her, and adjusts the position of the handle in time. The strings are already being pulled randomly, and the tune is out of tune. If it is not necessary to play something Steering will be more flexible, she has long since quit.

Jiang Yan saw all of this in his eyes. He is now the most leisurely person in the entire team, and the one who has the most time to think about countermeasures.

He analyzed the current situation very clearly. Without getting rid of the three little monsters behind him, they would never reach the finish line smoothly. Looking around, behind each car, there are little monsters chasing after them, and the number is distributed extremely fairly, no more and no less, three behind one car.

This should be one of the conditions for passing the level. Either get rid of it or kill it. In short, it is impossible to reach the end with it. Just now, another car crashed and died. This time, instead of rushing into the fog, it was overtaken by monsters and attacked in groups.

When the small stage passed them, Jiang Yan glanced at them. The people in the car were already bloody, and he couldn't even see where their heads and limbs were. And the three little monsters just enjoy their delicious meal, not chasing other contestants.

This made Jiang Yan more certain of his thoughts, and he preferred a once-and-for-all approach rather than getting rid of the enemy.

"Get Mike to my side" Jiang Yan shouted to Mo Xiaoyao.

Since Mo Xiaoyao didn't care about singing, and his power was so great, he might as well try it himself.

Hearing the greeting, Mo Xiaoyao saw that the track in front of him was relatively stable, and then he turned around and kicked the stand with the microphone plugged in towards Jiang Yan.

Jiang Yan freed one hand to catch the microphone firmly, and then he sang the sentence "The river flows eastward", which was out of tune to the Antarctic.

The small stage trembled for a while, and then used a kind of "fruit ninja" to cut the speed of the frenzy effect to both sides, firing colorful wind blades in all directions.

The knife sees blood, the power ax

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