MTL - Conan’s Corpse Picker-Chapter 1619 1619 [Fierce Battle in the Air]
Chapter 1619 Chapter 1619 [Fierce Battle in the Air]
At this time, the roof of the building nearly 100 meters away.
Upstairs and downstairs, two completely different atmospheres.
Although Conan fell down the stairs, his falling speed was very slow. The moment he fell, he consciously spread his limbs to increase the resistance, trying to delay his fall.
The gravity of this world is always extra tolerant to him.
And his luck is obviously very good, the night wind blows along the body of the building from bottom to top, this very light child of the world is falling at a slow and uniform speed, making the people who witnessed all this suspicious Even if he fell straight to the bottom of the building, he would not fall to his death, just like an ant thrown down a tall building.
The magical time gained in this way gave Conan more room for manipulation.
Conan flipped over in the air and turned on his back.
Above, Kidd jumped down as well. The strange thief manipulated the hang glider behind him, using a wonderful technique to speed up the dive speed, and the distance between the two quickly narrowed.
Soon, the optimal range of the anesthesia needle was reached.
Conan had already strangled his conscience the moment he jumped down. Now when he turned around and saw Kidd approaching, he raised his hand and shot an anesthetic needle.
"?!"
Kidd felt bad when he saw Conan raising his wrist. He turned over abruptly, and the cloak that hardened into a hang glider took him around a few times in the air, and the distance between the two was widened again.
Kidd manipulated the hang glider, turned his head to look at Conan, a little dazed: "..." This kid is dying, he is about to fall into a meatloaf, and he is still thinking about catching the strange thief? He didn't want to die with a detective.
I was thinking about it, but at the next moment, Conan, who missed his hand, let out a regretful "tsk", then turned his body, faced downward again, and pulled the switch of the backpack forcefully.
With the sound of "Peng", the backpack behind him split into two, and the parachute inside popped out loudly, opening in the night sky. Conan's unpleasant downward trend stopped immediately, and the two faced each other in the air, relying on their respective suspension devices.
The scene looked very lively.
On the rooftop of the building, Jiang Xia leaned against the railing, resting her chin and looking at the two people floating around downstairs as if they were fighting in the air, feeling a little itchy.
He touched his empty back with his backhand, a bit regretting that he didn't come over with a parachute just now. As a result, the current situation is as if he was at the beach, and his companions took out their swimming trunks and plunged into the sea one by one, only to realize that he was not prepared for anything.
Jiang Xia: "..." Huh? Wait, if you say that, you are not completely unprepared.
He turned his gaze, looked at Wu Tengu floating beside him, and remembered something.
Soon, Jiang Xia touched his pocket and took out a box of Ghost Mint.
He knocked on the half-empty cigarette case, inserted **** into the deepest corner, and pulled out a completely sealed cigarette.
It's been a long time... Cough, this is the wonderful white mist generated by Noah after running that energy-intensive holographic game a few weeks ago.
Recycle this kind of thing, melt it into smoke, and use it with monsters and ghosts to generate a new smoke with wonderful functions.
Jiang Xia put away the cigarette case, removed the seal on the cigarette, took out this plain looking cigarette and lit it. At the same time, he took Wu Tiangou and put it on the cigarette.
It was like a special seal was stamped, and the next moment, the appearance of Yan suddenly changed. Its color changed from an ordinary paper cigarette to pure black, and there were some light gold lines on the cigarette butt, and a few lines outlined a pair of folded wings.
This kind of new smoke made of fog tengu rubbings, after being lit and inhaled, can condense a pair of wings of the same style on the back of the smoker.
Jiang Xia's wings, which he usually voluntarily builds with puppet clay, are just decorations and cannot be used to fly.
But the wings brought by this smoke are different—just like Conan can eliminate the acceleration of gravity by stretching his limbs, this kind of wings that are only slightly larger than a person after spreading can also easily allow people to fly in the air.
Jiang Xia picked up the cigarette he had just lit, took a puff, and the corners of his eyes twitched undetectably.
The ghost mint that he usually carries with him has only a light plant aroma after being lit. But now this kind of smoke has a stronger smell, like lighting a lot of feathers, and a smell of paste hits the face.
Fortunately, its miraculous effect made Jiang Xia barely able to tolerate this strange taste.
…
One cigarette can last for nearly twenty minutes. If you want to go down and participate in the air chase, it won't take so long.
After taking two puffs, Jiang Xia pressed the lighter again, and the flame moved sideways, allowing the remaining smoke to burn.
—According to his experience, once the smoke is lit, it cannot be extinguished.
Fortunately, the products of combustion will not be wasted in vain. The smoke that has not been inhaled by people will automatically condense into an air mass - put the air mass in a stack and carry it with you. When you need it, take it out and take a bite. It will also grow wings.
Jiangxia used to have a large group, but then they lost it without knowing it, and now they have to order a new one.
…
The smoke quickly burned completely, and there was a misty white smoke ball in Jiang Xia's hand.
He stuffed the thing into his pocket in a ball, put away the rapidly burning cigarette butt, and then raised his hand to hold on to the railing.
A pair of jet-black wings had spread out behind him at some point, the shape was exactly the same as that of Wu Tengu. Jiang Xia leaned on the railing, leaped down, and folded her wings behind her back, like a dark shadow, swooping down towards the two people floating in the air.
Then when he was about to arrive, he flapped his wings silently, adjusted his direction quietly, and walked around behind Conan.
This section of the floor is dark, and the black wings are very inconspicuous in the night. Even if someone downstairs is bored and looks up, it is difficult to see the clues, let alone recognize who the winged person is.
Jiang Xia: "..." Of course, even if it is really seen, it can be said that it is a magic trick. After all, as we all know, Kidd is a magician who was delayed by the strange thief.
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Slightly lower mid-air.
Kidd looked at the parachute above Conan's head, and belatedly remembered that the mini-detective had been carrying this bag tonight: "..." This guy was already prepared, it seems that he even fell down the stairs on purpose, not talking about martial arts ! The detective really didn't have a good thing!
Just as he was thinking, he saw a dark shadow descending from the sky and landed behind Conan, and Conan was busy adjusting the parachute, seemingly unaware of it.
Kidd glimpsed sharply, alerted, wanting to be reminded.
But before he could speak, the figure suddenly spread its wings, hovered behind Conan, and passed out with a needle.
Jiang Xia flew in the air, looking at the parachute lines in front of him that almost entangled his wings, he took out a knife casually.
The cold light flashed like a moon arc, all the ropes in the way were cut, the parachute flew away, and Jiang Xia picked Conan out of a ball of thread alone, and carried it in his hand.
(end of this chapter)
