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That sweat!

Hundreds of people aren't enough for you to play?

"Forget it, I'll make another pit next time."

Everyone sweats again!

The beautiful girl suddenly sat upright, her hands pinching rapidly, and the surrounding environment changed rapidly with her movements.

Forests and waterholes fade away, replaced by a desert; The clouds in the sky were gone, and the scorching sun hung in the air. I don't know if it's an illusion, but it seems that the hunting sun is falling, very, very slowly, and the temperature around it is gradually rising......

"Each person writes ten five-character quatrains, one by one, of course, they make up their own improvisation, but the quality must be passed. Well, you guys have about five minutes, now let's start! ”

As soon as Bishoujo's words fell, all players were immediately teleported to various locations randomly, at least two meters away from each other, to prevent them from peeking.

At the same time, a desk and pen, ink, paper, and inkstone appear in front of the player.

The pen is a brush, and at least a third of the players have a bitter smile.

It's good that the ink is ready-made, otherwise it would have been busy.

But soon they knew that they were thinking too much, and that the ink was decreasing at a rate visible to the naked eye, and it was estimated that the ink full of inkstone would only last for half a minute.

"Ahhhh!!h

"I'm going to die, I'm going to die......"

"What the hell, what is a five-word quatrain?!!"

"Which Bodhisattva recites ten songs!!"

"Please spare me!!"

"No, I'm going home......"

"Just kill me!"

“……”

There were countless noises in his ears, but Yun Hai still quickly wrote down ten five-character quatrains.

For a guy who never forgets, it is really easy to recite ancient poems, and the whole Tang Dynasty poems have long been familiar with it.

Not to mention ten five-character quatrains, even a hundred, give him time, he can write them all silently.

Night Shadow and Zhu Ling's speed was not much slower than him.

The field doctor and the bull king scratched their ears and cheeks, and Bruce was directly confused.

On the side of the Huangquan Hunting Team, except for the Naihe Bridge, the other four demons quickly completed the silent writing.

Huangquan Huakai looked at the beautiful girl in the sky, and then looked at the Naihe Bridge where she wanted to swallow the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, and read a poem softly.

Under the Naihe Bridge, he suddenly smiled and quickly wrote down.

And the beautiful girl in the air saw it, but there was no punishment.

However, Huangquan Blossom did not dare to be too blatant, and always recited poetry softly.

Fortunately, his ears are good under the Naihe Bridge, and he can still hear what he is reading in the midst of countless noises.

If other teammates are also here, Huangquan Huahua will definitely not recite ten songs by himself, and it is safer to share two or three songs per person. However, after the random assignment of positions just now, he and the other teammates under the Nai River Bridge were far away, and he and the Nai River Bridge were lucky to be diagonally diagonal.

And on the side of the Sword Emperor Family, someone recited poetry loudly, brazenly left arm, and was killed by a beautiful girl's eyes.

Time flies, everything that can be written is written, those who can cheat are almost done, and those who can't are still out of options.

The sun was indeed falling in the sky, and in four minutes, the earth was almost cooked.

The scorching heat not only makes people sweat, but also makes people unable to concentrate, and even deaf and dizzy.

At the last minute, almost no one could put pen to paper.

As soon as the five-minute time limit arrived, the scorching sun exploded.

All the players who didn't write the ten five-character quatrains correctly died in that instant.

A transparent light curtain appears on the surface of the player who completes the mission, blocking the damage caused by the scorching sun.

The explosion ends, the light curtain disappears, and the scene changes again.

As soon as they closed their eyes, as soon as they opened their eyes, they appeared on a grassland.

The air is fresh, the breeze is blowing, and the sun is warm.

It's a great place for grazing!

Yunhai found that there were less than 100 players left...... The Field Medic, King Bull, and Bruce were all killed......

On the side of the Huangquan hunting team, it was still hung under the Naihe Bridge after all, because she wrote a lot of words wrong......

"Ah, I've brushed off a lot of trash fish!" The beautiful girl chuckled, but no matter how she looked at it, she thought it was a "demon's chuckle", her eyes stopped for a moment on the fastest sea of clouds, and then continued: "Seeing this situation, I think you all have some feelings. Now, then, according to what you see and feel, draw what is in your heart. Well, it's an hour limit! Let me be satisfied before I can pass the test! ”

Drawing boards, drawing paper, brushes, and various paints appear in front of the players......

The corners of almost everyone's mouths twitched. What the hell, this is a banshee who loves literature and art?

It's not scientific!

This is not true!

However, I am a fish and meat for people, and I have to accept it if I don't accept it.

At the same time, the grass beneath their feet began to grow, slowly wrapping around their legs.

They tried to run, but their legs didn't listen to them at all.

Yunhai didn't think about anything, and directly started painting.

Although he has never written about painting, he has a lot of diagrams, and he has some experience in painting.

Of course, as he painted, he would unconsciously draw the shadow of some formations......

Night Shadow and Zhu Ling were not idle, the former was forced by the elders of the family to learn a lot of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting when he was a child, and the latter was scribbling with his hands......

On the side of the Huangquan Hunting Team, the four demons are all painting, and they all seem to be quite experienced.

The Sword Emperor Family's side was sad again, and most of the graffiti was ......

The Fire Cloud Sword Emperor, who relied on his left arm to support the second round, directly threw the paintbrush and waited for death depressedly.

The Cherry Sword Emperor was actually humming a brisk tune to paint, which seemed to be very appropriate.

The Dark Moon Sword Emperor pondered as he drew slowly.

"! Why don't you have an eraser? Someone suddenly shouted.

"Stupid earthling, eraser from brush drawing?"

"Don't make a noise, you bastards! Lao Tzu's inspiration has been scared away by you. ”

"Let's see this seat is a blockbuster this time."

"Don't tease, tease!"

“……”

For those who paint with their hearts, an hour is gone in the blink of an eye.

The beautiful girl shouted that the time was up, and those players who didn't finish drawing or even started their pen were instantly entangled in countless green grasses and suffocated to death......

Then, the beautiful girl collects all the paintings and looks at them one by one. When you see something you are not satisfied with, you can wave your hand directly, let the green grass kill the author, and then continue to read.

In this round, fifty or sixty people exited.

Fortunately, Yunhai, Zhu Ling, and Night Shadow all stayed.

The Yellow Springs hunting team, the Buddha was brushed off, because he painted a picture of spring.

Although he painted it very well, the beautiful girl is a woman, although she is a demon clan......

The scene has changed again!

This time everyone was standing on a pillar, and as far as the eye could see, there were countless more pillars, and beneath the pillars was boiling magma.

"The real game begins......

(To be continued.) )