Chapter 1251

What is the highest level of acting?

Maybe some people will tell you to integrate into the role and treat yourself 100% as the character you play.

Others will tell you to pour emotion into your role, deeply understand his love and hatred, and his emotional changes every minute and every second.

But in the eyes of senior looters, the highest level of acting is not acting, but acting completely as the real situation.

After Stephanie took the lead in running a distance, the guys who ambushed behind the sand dunes raised their weapons and chased after them without saying a word.

In the process of running and chasing, several long-range shooters used bows and crossbows to attack her accurately and deadly.

In the blink of an eye, two arrows penetrated the shoulder and one of the lower legs.

There was even a guy with a strange Scepter in his hand. He emitted a white light and directly created a large black and red burning behind him.

There is no doubt that these guys have no intention of keeping their hands at all. They treat Livni as a real enemy.

If she can't get the attention of the target before being caught up, she is likely to be really killed on the way.

Never think that there will be any friendship or love between the looters. The relationship between them is not so much a partner fighting side by side as a competitor using each other.

Every member is a devil who does not hesitate to take other members of the same team as victims in order to obtain more wealth, reputation and strength.

If Stephanie can't achieve the performance she promised, she will have no value of existence.

Although it is cruel, this is the reality, which must be faced by the residents of a planet with extremely poor resources.

No hesitation!

When Stephanie began to approach the little figure in front, she immediately shouted at the top of her voice, "run! Run! Boy! Don't let these damn bastards catch up with you!"

"Huh? What?"

In his subconscious first reaction, Luke immediately turned and looked at the place where the sound was made.

On the endless golden sand dunes, a dozen ferocious men were chasing a beautiful woman who was injured in many places and looked harmless.

"Run! Run! Or these looters will kill you!"

Obviously, Stephanie is very proficient in understanding men's hearts. She knows that the more this time, the less she can take the initiative to ask for help. Instead, she has to pretend to consider each other, so as to arouse the strong men's subconscious self-esteem, desire for expression and desire for protection.

Only in this way can we ensure that the sudden appearance will not arouse the other party's vigilance to the greatest extent.

Generally speaking, the younger the children who master powerful power, the more likely they are to feel proud and complacent. They even naively think that they are the chosen son of heaven and that their values are justice. Therefore, once they see bullying of the weak, they will always intervene indiscriminately.

Unfortunately, Luke didn't show any intention to intervene from beginning to end. Instead, he took the initiative to step aside and looked at what was happening in front of him with a cold face.

No matter how many arrows were inserted into Livni's body, no matter how much blood she shed, and how miserable her back was burned by some magic object, she didn't mean to intervene at all.

Obviously, the development of events far exceeded the expectations of all the looters involved in the operation.

The one eyed woman hiding behind the distant dunes clenched her fists nervously and hesitated to send a signal to let the whole team back first.

But the next second

A large area of sand suddenly flows at a high speed, forming a huge vortex, and turning faster and faster, until it forms a terrible meat grinder, sucking in all the chasing looters and chewing them into meat mud.

When the last scream disappeared, the golden gravel was covered with a dark red with a pungent smell.

At the moment, Stephanie had stopped running and stood on the surface of the hot sand without moving, pretending to be shocked and pitiful.

Of course, it's not all fake. At least some of the shock is absolutely true.

You know, those guys who have just been killed are not unknown. Each has at least 20 or 30 lives. At the same time, they are also famous murderers in the town.

But now, without holding on for a few seconds, they died in the hands of the boy who looked only in his early ten years.

"Who are you? Why are they chasing you?" asked Luke, squinting.

I don't know why, from the first sight of the chase, he immediately felt that something was wrong.

But just as Stephanie expected, it's too lonely and lonely to move forward alone in the desert. It's not what normal people can stand at all.

What's more, he really needs a companion and guide to be responsible for the night watch in turn during the rest, or to provide the surrounding geographic information at the critical moment.

"I... I'm a merchant's daughter and I'm going to the next destination with my father's caravan. But who expected that I unfortunately bumped into a group of looters. Dead... Everyone is dead... Only I'm still alive... Wuwuwuwuwuwu..."

As she said this, Stephanie fell to the ground with a plop and burst into tears.

She cried so sadly that the whole person kept twitching and finally fainted directly.

But this time, she didn't pretend, but really couldn't hold on.

After all, with so many arrows inserted in his body, there are large burning traces, and a lot of blood loss caused by fierce running, I'm afraid the result would be no different if he was a strong man.

"Caravan?"

Luke touched his chin, muttered a whisper, and immediately bent down to examine the wound.

As a result, I didn't know. I was startled when I checked. I quickly took out the dagger I carried with me, cut off the arrow, pulled out the arrow poles one by one, and then applied the hemostatic specially made by the upper clan elders.

Because if he doesn't do so, the woman will definitely live no more than two hours and die in the terrible high temperature environment.

But even if we deal with it, whether we can survive depends on whether the other party's is favored by fate.

Anyone who reaches this level in his hand is equivalent to dancing with the God of death. There are too many factors, such as infection, hyperthermia and so on, which will end his fragile life without exception.

When everything was done, Luke whispered a spell, slowly gathered a large piece of gravel, made it barely condense into a human shape, and carried Stephanie forward.

He didn't notice that the one eyed woman hiding behind the big sand dune had turned up her mouth and showed a successful smile