For a whole day, Roland browsed every channel of the TV.
There are actually several programs that explain the martial arts competition. Unlike traditional fighting, the martial arts competition is about half the size of a football field, and there are no referees on the court.
The battle between the contestants was much more intense, and it was common to smash the floor. The sound of the punches on both sides pounding like thunder, which looked like a special effect was added.
When it comes to competitive viewing, it is indeed much more exciting than boxing or free fighting. Just fist to flesh, no rounds and halftime break can make the audience excited from the beginning to the end, not to mention that the two of them often spit out blood and bruises all over the mouth.
Roland couldn't help but frown. As fighters, this kind of battle is too hard. Aren't they worried about losing their life after winning the game?
But what he cared about the most were those who were become fighters.
There is no doubt that their physical fitness is much higher than that of ordinary people, and the power of nature is not just about strengthening strength or speed, but it seems that there is a special use.
Most off-site commentators will give these skills a special name and use them as the nickname of the fighter to promote them.
For example, this man named Hurricane can make a super-high-speed combo punch in an instant, so he is nicknamed Storm.
To be honest, doesn’t this mean putting your combat trump card in front of your opponent?
But it was okay, and what surprised Roland even more was that he actually saw the devil in the game.
It was a typical madman, tall, burly arms, not wearing masks and iron gloves, and the exposed fangs and three-finger characteristics obviously did not belong to humans, but the audience turned a blind eye to this. When the tone of the explanation, it seemed that they just regarded the other party as a foreign martial artist.
He finally realized the weirdness and power of the dream world.
In order to make the devils that Jieluo devoured is reasonable, the dream even turns them into a minority who lives in this world.
So what about mixed evil beasts?
Roland couldn't help but look like a maid full of energy in his mind.
It was not until his stomach was rumbling that he realized that the sun had gradually set westward.
Roland couldn't help but frown.
Usually, Jieluo should have come back long ago at this time.
I read the diary before and learned that her school was on Zhongshan Road, almost three kilometers away from the apartment building. If you take the bus, you can get home in ten minutes.
The cram school ends at 5:30, and it is already 6:10. Is something happening in the school?
After thinking for a while, Roland decided to go downstairs to buy something to fill his stomach.
After all, she may be wandering around with her friends. It will not be completely dark in summer until around 8 o'clock. It is not strange to use this time to play in the park or game hall.
He is the landlord, not a nanny. Even if he goes to school, he may not meet her. Don’t meddle in other people’s business.
As a little girl, no matter how hard she works, she will occasionally want to be lazy.
He will cook this dinner... No, he will bring the takeaway.
At this moment, the scene on the TV suddenly flashed, and the armed battle turned into a newsroom.
Good evening, audience, now I will be broadcasting an emergency news.
The host held a stack of manuscripts and said with concern that a knife robbery occurred on Zhongshan Road. A bus No. 29 was hijacked. The traffic police have blocked the intersection and asked nearby citizens not to go out for the time being.
We will report the progress of the incident as soon as possible.
The scene on the TV quickly cut to the scene, and the road was already crowded with onlookers watching the fun, and everyone was scrambling to stand outside the cordon, without any intention of evacuation.
Wait, isn’t this the path that Jieluo often takes to go to school?
Roland's heart sank. Could it be that she was also kidnapped?
This is by no means good news. As an important part of the dream world, he did not know what the consequences of the death of a key person like Jieluo. This is also the reason why he was unwilling to delve into Jieluo's family. According to his previous experience in dreaming, his brain will cheat when it encounters problems that he really can't make up.
The result was that I suddenly woke up and could never remember the contents of the dream again.
Before emptiing his deep memories, Roland definitely did not want to end this dream early.
Not to mention the many residents in the Soul Tower. If they also have the Gate of Memory Fragments, it is a great information to understand the real world.
Of course, it is also possible that whether Jie Luo exists has no effect on the dream, but he does not want to take this risk.
Thinking of the strange power surging in his body, Roland decided to go to the scene to see it, maybe it could help.
After leaving Twin Street, he ran along the busy road, the heat flow surging in his body, and his speeding pace did not feel any effort.
Even while running at high speed, Roland could easily control every part of his body and flexibly avoid passers-by on the street. The three-kilometer distance was almost shortened at a speed of 100 meters. In just eight minutes, he arrived at the scene.
However, what Roland did not expect was that as soon as he squeezed into the crowd, he found that the robber had surrendered and was crying and was being interviewed by the side, saying that he was just impulsive, while the onlookers made a boo, and they dispersed as if they were Tathagata, and the traffic police were also clearing the roadblocks and preparing to resume opening.
Roland twitched his lips, didn't it mean that the police would come late after the incident was over.
In addition, among the passengers who were withdrawing from the bus, he did not find Jie Luo's figure, which seemed to have been in vain this time.
Just as he was about to go back, a cry for help came from the narrow alley on the street.
Roland was stunned and looked into the alley. Although the sunset had not yet completely set, the light was completely blocked by the tall buildings on both sides, and it was pitch black inside and could not see anything clearly.
Is it an illusion?
He slowly walked to the entrance of the alley, and after a few minutes, he heard a faint call for help again.
There is really someone inside!
At this time, the police should be asked to help.
Roland turned around and looked to the bus, but found that the police had taken the robbers into the police car and were driving away from a distance. It was obviously too late to stop them.
Or should I pretend that I didn't hear it?
But he clearly felt that something in the alley was attracting him.
Since getting close to here, the heat flow in his body suddenly became violent, as if it was clamoring, and as if it was joking, as if urging him to continue moving forward.
Roland walked into the narrow alley with light feet.
His eyes quickly adapted to the faint light, and he saw a man with his back facing him, with nothing else around him.
Are you asking for help?He asked with a frown.
The man did not answer, but turned his head one hundred and eighty degrees directly. The strange scene made Roland take a breath.
However, what is even more surprising is still behind.
His face seemed to be burned by flames, his charred skin was covered with blisters, and a dark red cyclone was spinning above his forehead, shining in the dim light.
There are actually several programs that explain the martial arts competition. Unlike traditional fighting, the martial arts competition is about half the size of a football field, and there are no referees on the court.
The battle between the contestants was much more intense, and it was common to smash the floor. The sound of the punches on both sides pounding like thunder, which looked like a special effect was added.
When it comes to competitive viewing, it is indeed much more exciting than boxing or free fighting. Just fist to flesh, no rounds and halftime break can make the audience excited from the beginning to the end, not to mention that the two of them often spit out blood and bruises all over the mouth.
Roland couldn't help but frown. As fighters, this kind of battle is too hard. Aren't they worried about losing their life after winning the game?
But what he cared about the most were those who were become fighters.
There is no doubt that their physical fitness is much higher than that of ordinary people, and the power of nature is not just about strengthening strength or speed, but it seems that there is a special use.
Most off-site commentators will give these skills a special name and use them as the nickname of the fighter to promote them.
For example, this man named Hurricane can make a super-high-speed combo punch in an instant, so he is nicknamed Storm.
To be honest, doesn’t this mean putting your combat trump card in front of your opponent?
But it was okay, and what surprised Roland even more was that he actually saw the devil in the game.
It was a typical madman, tall, burly arms, not wearing masks and iron gloves, and the exposed fangs and three-finger characteristics obviously did not belong to humans, but the audience turned a blind eye to this. When the tone of the explanation, it seemed that they just regarded the other party as a foreign martial artist.
He finally realized the weirdness and power of the dream world.
In order to make the devils that Jieluo devoured is reasonable, the dream even turns them into a minority who lives in this world.
So what about mixed evil beasts?
Roland couldn't help but look like a maid full of energy in his mind.
It was not until his stomach was rumbling that he realized that the sun had gradually set westward.
Roland couldn't help but frown.
Usually, Jieluo should have come back long ago at this time.
I read the diary before and learned that her school was on Zhongshan Road, almost three kilometers away from the apartment building. If you take the bus, you can get home in ten minutes.
The cram school ends at 5:30, and it is already 6:10. Is something happening in the school?
After thinking for a while, Roland decided to go downstairs to buy something to fill his stomach.
After all, she may be wandering around with her friends. It will not be completely dark in summer until around 8 o'clock. It is not strange to use this time to play in the park or game hall.
He is the landlord, not a nanny. Even if he goes to school, he may not meet her. Don’t meddle in other people’s business.
As a little girl, no matter how hard she works, she will occasionally want to be lazy.
He will cook this dinner... No, he will bring the takeaway.
At this moment, the scene on the TV suddenly flashed, and the armed battle turned into a newsroom.
Good evening, audience, now I will be broadcasting an emergency news.
The host held a stack of manuscripts and said with concern that a knife robbery occurred on Zhongshan Road. A bus No. 29 was hijacked. The traffic police have blocked the intersection and asked nearby citizens not to go out for the time being.
We will report the progress of the incident as soon as possible.
The scene on the TV quickly cut to the scene, and the road was already crowded with onlookers watching the fun, and everyone was scrambling to stand outside the cordon, without any intention of evacuation.
Wait, isn’t this the path that Jieluo often takes to go to school?
Roland's heart sank. Could it be that she was also kidnapped?
This is by no means good news. As an important part of the dream world, he did not know what the consequences of the death of a key person like Jieluo. This is also the reason why he was unwilling to delve into Jieluo's family. According to his previous experience in dreaming, his brain will cheat when it encounters problems that he really can't make up.
The result was that I suddenly woke up and could never remember the contents of the dream again.
Before emptiing his deep memories, Roland definitely did not want to end this dream early.
Not to mention the many residents in the Soul Tower. If they also have the Gate of Memory Fragments, it is a great information to understand the real world.
Of course, it is also possible that whether Jie Luo exists has no effect on the dream, but he does not want to take this risk.
Thinking of the strange power surging in his body, Roland decided to go to the scene to see it, maybe it could help.
After leaving Twin Street, he ran along the busy road, the heat flow surging in his body, and his speeding pace did not feel any effort.
Even while running at high speed, Roland could easily control every part of his body and flexibly avoid passers-by on the street. The three-kilometer distance was almost shortened at a speed of 100 meters. In just eight minutes, he arrived at the scene.
However, what Roland did not expect was that as soon as he squeezed into the crowd, he found that the robber had surrendered and was crying and was being interviewed by the side, saying that he was just impulsive, while the onlookers made a boo, and they dispersed as if they were Tathagata, and the traffic police were also clearing the roadblocks and preparing to resume opening.
Roland twitched his lips, didn't it mean that the police would come late after the incident was over.
In addition, among the passengers who were withdrawing from the bus, he did not find Jie Luo's figure, which seemed to have been in vain this time.
Just as he was about to go back, a cry for help came from the narrow alley on the street.
Roland was stunned and looked into the alley. Although the sunset had not yet completely set, the light was completely blocked by the tall buildings on both sides, and it was pitch black inside and could not see anything clearly.
Is it an illusion?
He slowly walked to the entrance of the alley, and after a few minutes, he heard a faint call for help again.
There is really someone inside!
At this time, the police should be asked to help.
Roland turned around and looked to the bus, but found that the police had taken the robbers into the police car and were driving away from a distance. It was obviously too late to stop them.
Or should I pretend that I didn't hear it?
But he clearly felt that something in the alley was attracting him.
Since getting close to here, the heat flow in his body suddenly became violent, as if it was clamoring, and as if it was joking, as if urging him to continue moving forward.
Roland walked into the narrow alley with light feet.
His eyes quickly adapted to the faint light, and he saw a man with his back facing him, with nothing else around him.
Are you asking for help?He asked with a frown.
The man did not answer, but turned his head one hundred and eighty degrees directly. The strange scene made Roland take a breath.
However, what is even more surprising is still behind.
His face seemed to be burned by flames, his charred skin was covered with blisters, and a dark red cyclone was spinning above his forehead, shining in the dim light.
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