A few meters across a solid hardwood wallboard, two hand-held light-duty mobile rifles, Vietnamese mercenaries approached here carefully, but now they are all tied in sticky gas like wax figures, making a ridiculous gesture and freezing in the middle, each with a toe connected to the ground.
In two more steps, they can cross the hatch and see the Vietnamese mercenary who has been nailed with needles and died, but this short two-step distance is limited and lengthened in Mo Yifan’s mechanical state, just like a still oil painting, in which the characters hold their souls, but they can always be bound to the rules of oil painting condensation until the oil painting is completely destroyed.
It’s a pity that Mo Yifan’s spiritual strength is about to fail and he has tried his best to continue this state, so breaking this silence rule is just a blink of an eye.
Maybe in a second, the two Vietnamese mercenaries who are armed with deputy weapons will come from the oil painting world and play raindrops in this small cabin.
Mo Yifan didn’t think much. In this very short time, he could clearly feel the danger of the two men, so he immediately put the needle between his fingers and fired missiles at the two men’s forehead.
The speed of two flying needles is not inferior to that of chamber bullets, and they are shot at the enemy through a hardwood wall, while Mo Yifan has no time to examine his own war. His consciousness has been in Xia Wei in an instant.
He felt that Xia Wei’s blood was moving twice as fast as usual, and his brain activity fell into a low state. Mo Yifan knew it was despair and sorrow.
Flying warhead in this moment has once again crossed the limit to fly to Xia Wei’s forehead, but the shadow of death quickly enveloped Xia Wei’s vitality field. Mo Yifan can see that the warhead has brought up a strong breeze and has blown Xia Weimei’s tender skin into a small revolving pit.
In an instant, Mo Yifan had put his consciousness in the conical warhead that tore the surrounding gas at a medium speed and wrinkled it.
Although his flesh is several meters away from the small warhead, he can clearly feel the high fever caused by the sharp friction of gas, as if the hot air was blowing on his cheek, so he felt bouts of fear and disgust from his heart.
Qi can be traced in color and taste in the normal state, but it is sticky as a real colloid in Mo Yifan’s mechanical state.
Therefore, Mo Yifan can clearly feel the resistance of the warhead when it passes through the air. It is so clear that Mo Yifan can calculate how far a small warhead will fly without obstacles in front before it falls in gravity and air resistance.
Mo Yifan, of course, also calculated how many microseconds it would take before the small warhead would penetrate Xia Wei’s flesh skull and shoot into her brain. Although he ran faster than the warhead in this light world, he still couldn’t stop the warhead before Xia Wei’s weak life died.
Unless it really stops relatively or the gas viscosity is magnified several times in an instant.
The idea swept past Mo Yifan in the depths of his consciousness, and then he was surprised to find that the world around him had changed strangely again. In an instant, he seemed to be packed in a small box, and he knew that the box was within ten meters of him.
At this moment, this small box seems to have been completely independent outside as a child, and it seems that his body is fused together. In other words, this Fiona Fang ten meters seems to be a part of his body. It can also be said that his body is so swollen that it is full of boxes. Every grass and tree in this box is even connected with several people in the box when he realizes it.
He can point out this new body arm, so everything that happens here must be controlled according to his will, but unfortunately he doesn’t have enough power to drive this huge body.
He knows that this variation is due to his mechanical state rising again in an instant, which is equivalent to squeezing the last vitality of his body, but it is worthwhile to pay his life in return.
Mo Yifan just realized that this mutation happened, and immediately he was excited to imagine that he was controlling Xia Wei’s body to move from the warhead’s flight orbit. Theoretically speaking, being in this Xia Wei is a tiny part of his body. However, although he can clearly feel the power contained in every cell of Xia Wei’s body, it seems that he touched a physical barrier when he was consciously involved in it. It happened that the spirit of those forces should come to a point.
At this time, he didn’t have time to do more research on what the barrier was. As soon as he was slightly frustrated, he immediately turned his consciousness into that small warhead and thought that his conscious power would come to a standstill or be completely decomposed in the air.
This time, he found that his consciousness held several times more control power over the lifeless things in this box than the living things. Although the small warhead didn’t disintegrate into particles in the air, it finally slowed down gradually when he was stronger than his mind.
Although the speed of the warhead has slowed down several times, it still has enough lethality and is still flying towards the set target for a moment.
Once again, he was deeply disappointed, which made Mo Yifan feel as miserable as a fire. He felt that his physical condition was so bad that he had tried his best to continue this high-intensity mechanical state burning with life force.
He knows that time is running out. Saving Xia Wei may have been reduced to almost, but he still can’t give up if he still has a chance.
At the last minute, he put his remnants of consciousness in the spirit of ten meters Fiona Fang.
Although gas is very viscous, it is a movable low-density substance, and its plasticity is far from being comparable to that of alloy warheads with extremely high density.
Finally, Mo Yifan’s consciousness control force got a very strong reaction when he put pressure on the box gas.
As his mind drives a height box, Fiona Fang suddenly gets together as quickly as crazy, and the gathering position is in Xia Wei’s eyebrows, which is slowly approaching the warhead.
In an instant, the condensed gas becomes substantial and extremely unstable, and the flying warhead that produces the condensed force surges in a certain range, as if it had fallen into thick butter, and its flying speed suddenly dropped by several times.
In the other boxes, Mo Yifan’s speed increased exponentially because the gas became thinner several times in an instant and his body lost several times of resistance when he rushed to the warhead.
bite
When Xia Wei admitted that she was going to die, she suddenly felt her eyebrows burning hot, but other than that, she didn’t expect the intense pain before she died.
She slowly froze a long eyelash and opened her eyes slightly, and then she was surprised to see a small conical warhead standing less than half an inch in front of her eyebrows, and the tail end of the warhead was firmly pinched on two pale fingers. When the owner seemed to suddenly cut it, it was nearly ten meters away before she blinked. At this moment, Mo Yifan looked pale and looked at her mouth slightly, revealing a satisfied smile.