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　　The spring breeze blew, and the bright red special plastic bag swayed in the air. In the eyes of the three of them, there was a vague spiritual power fluctuating on it, exuding an aura similar to Yunshen's unknown place.

　　"..."

　　"..."

　　"..."

　　 The three of them messed up in the wind for a while, gave each other glances, and realized each.

　　 "Then what..." Wu Hao broke the silence, "So this fairy is now relying on...is this plastic bag?"

　　 "...The raw material of plastic bags is generally polypropylene, which is considered to be the most common use of propylene." Xiao Youyu's expression was subtle, "I think this fairy really depends on it."

　　 "Then anyway, the fairy is attached to the plastic bag, so we have found the target now, right?"

　　 Yuan Qingqing lifted the vibrating Detective Talisman and pointed to the plastic bag floating further and further in the air: "That thing is going to fly away now, don't you chase..."

　　 As soon as these words came out, Wu Hao and Xiao Youyu withdrew from the subtle atmosphere. When they looked up, the bag had floated out dozens of meters away.

　　 "...Grab it!"

　　 The three of them immediately ran away, chasing the bag, and then began to run desperately all the way. Pedestrians on the side of the road were turned around by the sound of the wind, and they saw three figures swishing past, sliding across the sidewalk and slid forward like Lingbo's microsteps, and in a blink of an eye they passed the takeaway brother on the driveway who was catching orders.

　　 Takeaway rider:?

　　 He sat on the motorcycle, looked at the speedometer on his dashboard, scratched his head, rubbed his eyes, and finally saw the figure that had turned into three small white dots in front of him.

　　 They ran at an astonishing speed. In this prosperous traffic, they smashed through thorns, braved the wind and waves, and rushed forward like a bamboo. And above them, is a floating plastic bag with the words "Congratulations, congratulations, congratulations" on it.

Another gust of wind blew. This time it was an updraft. The red plastic bag was blown directly by the wind and floated into the old residential area by the city wall, drawing an almost straight trajectory like a hot air balloon. The short house group, like a snakeskin, just avoided the light of the demon-binding charms shot from below.

　　 "Fuck me!" Xiao Youyu, who cast the spell, missed the shot and couldn't help cursing.

　　Wu Hao: "Can you miss the spell?"

　　 "It's not that I missed it, it's that the fairy on the plastic bag is still conscious, and will use the surrounding environment to protect itself. It seems that the general spells are not counted, and it must be restricted."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yuan Qingqing next to him had already jumped up, using the trash can as a springboard to jump on the street lamp, borrowing the street lamp and jumping on the window of the low room next to him, with his toes on the window sill, like a clever squirrel. He flew up along the wall, and within a few minutes he had already climbed seven or eight stories high, and he rose up to catch up with the plastic bag that was lifted off.

　　 The girl's figure dangled across the eighth-floor balcony, and in the room across the window, the hanger on the hand of the old woman who was about to come out to dry the clothes fell on the floor.

　　 "My God...what is this?!"

　　 She screamed, ignoring to pick up the hanger, turned around and ran into the back room, waking up her sleeping partner.

　　 "Old Liu! Old Liu! Wake up! There is a fairy outside the window! Can fly!"

　　 The awakened old man rubbed his sleepy eyes a little unhappily: "Old woman...what are you screaming? Now they all advocate science, where are there any gods..."

　　 He slowly took out his reading glasses and put it on his reading glasses. He glanced lazily at the window, and then watched the two boys' figure passing by the window one after another, climbing straight up.

　　 "...My goodness? What is this?!"

　　...

　　...

At this time, the three people in the top space of the residential area have all climbed to the top of the building, and the plastic bag seems to have risen to the limit, and no longer continue to raise the height, just moving in a horizontal direction between the buildings, swaying one after another. Top platform.

　　 Below it, the three of them jumped across the gap between the floors like a hurdle, jumping between the high and low platforms. Just over a few mountains and a few rivers, there are so many rugged bumps.

　　 "Well, let's not chase it stupidly anymore." Wu Hao gasped and said, "You have to use some tactics... outflank it, right?"

"I think so too." Xiao Youyu agreed, and he took out a few demon charms during the run, "Yuan Qingqing, you go to the south, Wu Hao continues to drive it from the north, there is a windshield in front, so drive it away. Get there, I'll catch it with one blow!"

　　 The two responded, Yuan Qingqing, who was next to him, swayed, and a big ring was immediately circled under his feet, and he adjusted the position according to Xiao Youyu's instructions, but the effort of several breaths had already swayed to the other side. The speed fell in his eyes and surprised both of them.

"So fast?"

　　 "It seems that she is already... at least very close to the foundation stage, and she is indeed the strongest talent among us."

　　 "...The one who builds the foundation is so terrifying."

　　 sighed, but the two were not idle either, the running squadron spread out, forming a triangle around the target, like three ferocious hounds, gradually pushing the prey into desperation.

　　 Well, the prey is a plastic bag.

　　...

　　 At this moment, on the roof platform opposite them, another figure was standing by the eaves, waving his hands exaggeratedly at the mobile phone behind them.

　　He is an anchor, and the platform ID is Dead Brother. At this time, he is broadcasting. The live broadcast theme is "Without any life-saving equipment, extreme sports parkour on the top of Ancheng building". Beside the screen, countless comments are refreshing in real time.

　　 "Old irons! Get dry! Rocket ships are all brushed up! Those who have gifts are brushing up gifts!"

　　 "Hello! How many rockets add up! Brother will jump on a few roofs later! Now there are five, five... six! The roof is six times! 6666 are all brushed up!"

　　 Sakusao brother jumped horizontally by the eaves, encouraging the fans loudly.

　　 He is an extreme sports anchor, UU reading www.uukanshu.com based on his previous martial arts foundation, usually rely on live broadcast of various dangerous actions to gain eyeballs.

It's like climbing a residential building with bare hands, doing pull-ups outside the window of a building without guardrails, hanging on an overpass and doing reverse crunches... There is a saying that "If you don't do it, you won't die." He took advantage of the audience. This kind of curiosity has made a lot of money on the platform.

　　 And the content of his live broadcast today is just like what he said, as many gifts are bought, so many rooftops can be jumped without protection.

　　 This area where he is located is an old-fashioned residential area on the edge of the city wall. The houses are dense and the decoration is old. The width of the gap between different units is about two or three meters. Some people with basic sports can jump through it through the approach. But doing such a thing without protection on the more than ten-storey roof, he deserves the title of "dead brother".

　　 "Okay... ten! Don't hurry up old guys! I'll just jump on ten platforms!"

　　 Take a sip, move his wrists and ankles. In fact, he was a little bit embarrassed. The gap between the buildings in this residential area today is wider than he usually finds, but it is also more enjoyable. For the money, he gave it up.

　　 He put down his hands, his dantian fell in anger, his center of gravity lowered, and he was about to start a run-up, but the live broadcast room suddenly exploded.

　　 "Fuck!"

　　 "???"

　　 "What did I see?"

　　 "Behind the anchor!"

　　 "Grass, **** in the day!"

　　 A bunch of bullet screens sounded along with a continuous gift reminder, and I was stunned by the dead brother: What's the matter? Before he started performing, why did the audience cheer?

　　 He looked at the camera and immediately saw the reason.

　　 Behind him, three figures are swishing across the roof. All the steps are like the wind, chasing wildly on the top of this suspended building like a foot on the ground.