Release that Witch

Throughout the day, Roland turned every channel on the TV.

There are also a few programs that explain the fighting competition. Unlike the traditional fighting, the downfall of the fighting is almost half the size of the football field, and there are no referees on the field. The battle between the contestants is much more intense. It is common practice to smash the floor. The sound of the punches on both sides is like a thunderous squeak, and it seems to be the same as adding special effects.

To say competitive viewing, it is really much more exciting than boxing or free fighting. It’s just punching to the flesh. Without the number of rounds and the intermission, the audience can be excited from the beginning to the end, not to mention the two often beaten. Blood, bruises and bruises. Roland couldn't help but frown. As a martial artist, this kind of battle is too hard. They don't worry about winning the game after winning the game.

But what most cares about him is those who have become martial artists.

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

Most of the off-site explanations will give these skills a special name, and also use it as the slogan of the martial arts. For example, this man named Hurricane, he can hit a super high-speed combo in an instant, so the nickname is a storm.

Seriously, does this mean that you put your own combat cards in front of your opponent?

It’s just that, and even more so, Roland is surprised that he actually saw the devil in the game.

It is a typical madman. He is tall, with a sturdy arm and no masks and iron gloves. The exposed fangs and three-finger features are obviously not human, but the audience can turn a blind eye to the tone of the explanation. It seems that they are just Think of each other as a foreign martial artist.

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

In order to make the devils devoured by Jielu reasonable, the dreams even turned them into a minority race cohabiting in this world. So what kind of mixed beast? In the mind of Roland, the image of the Yalong man maid, full of vitality, emerged.

It was not until the stomach screamed that he discovered that the sun had gradually slanted.

Roland couldn't help but frown.

Usually at this time, Jie Luo should have already returned.

I remember it before I read it. Her school is on Zhongshan Road, about three kilometers away from the apartment building. If I take the bus, I can get home in ten minutes. The class time for the tutoring class is 5:30. It is now 6:1. Is there something happening in the school?

After thinking for a moment, Roland decided to go downstairs to buy something to fill his stomach.

After all, she may also be hanging out with her friends. It will not be completely dark until around 8:00 in the summer. It is not a strange thing to use this time to play in the park or the game hall.

He is a landlord, not a nanny. Even if he goes to school at this time, he may not be able to meet her, or don't worry about it.

Little girl, even if she is diligent, she occasionally wants to be lazy.

This dinner was made by him... No, he came with a takeaway.

At this moment, the picture on the TV suddenly flashed, and the fighting game became a news broadcast room.

"A good night for the audience, now we have an urgent news."

The host took a stack of manuscripts and looked worriedly. "There was a knife robbery on Zhongshan Road. A twenty-nine bus was hijacked. The traffic police have blocked the intersection. Please ask the citizens nearby." Going out. We will broadcast the progress of the incident as soon as possible."

The pictures on the TV were quickly cut to the scene, and the road was crowded with watching the crowds of the crowds. Everyone rushed to stand outside the warning line and did not mean any evacuation.

Wait, isn't this the way that Jie Luo goes to school often?

Roland was so swelled in her heart, was she also hijacked?

This is by no means a good news. As an important part of the dream world, he does not know the consequences of the death of a key person like Jieluo. This is also the reason why he does not want to go deep into the family of Jieluo. When the brain subconscious is confronted with problems that cannot be compiled, it will be rude.

The result is a sudden wake up, and can no longer remember the content of the dream.

Before emptying his deep memory, Roland definitely didn't want to end the dream ahead of time.

Not to mention the many households in the Soul House, if they also have the door to memory debris, it is excellent information for understanding the real world.

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

Thinking of the strange power in his body, Roland decided to go to the scene to see if he could help.

After leaving the street, he ran along the busy road, the heat flow in his body, and the pace of speeding did not feel too much. Even in the high-speed running room, Roland can easily control every part of the body and flexibly avoid the passers-by on the street. The three-kilometer journey is almost shortened by the speed of the 100-meter sprint. In just eight minutes, he arrives. The location of the incident.

However, what Roland didn't expect was that he had just squeezed into the crowd. He found that the robbers had already shackled, and he was crying and screaming at the side of the interview, saying that he was only impulsive, and the onlookers made a scream of disappointment. The time is usually dispersed, the traffic police are also packing up the roadblocks, ready to resume traffic.

Roland took a slap in the mouth, not that the police would always come late after the event.

In the passengers who had been removed from the bus, he did not find that the figure of Jieluo seemed to be running white this time.

Just as he was about to go back, there was a cry for help in the narrow alleys of the street.

Roland groaned and looked into the alley. Even though the sunset had not completely settled, the light had been completely obscured by the tall buildings on both sides. The inside was dark and lacquered, and nothing could be seen clearly.

Illusion?

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

Really someone is inside!

This time the police should be called to help.

Roland looked back at the bus and found that the police had taken the robbers to the police car and drove away from the distance. It was obviously too late to stop them.

Do you think it is not heard?

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

Since coming close to here, the heat flow in the body has suddenly become fierce, like noise, and like jubilation, as if urging him to move on.

Roland walked into the narrow alley with bare feet.

The eyes quickly adapted to the faint light, and he saw a man facing his back and having nothing to do with him.

"Is you asking for help?" he asked, frowning.

The man did not answer, but directly rotated his head by 180 degrees. This strange scene made Roland take a breath.

However, it is even more surprising that it is still behind.

His face was burnt like a flame, the darkened skin was full of bubbles, and a deep red cyclone swirled above his forehead, sparkling in dim light.