Future SMS 2: I Rely on Barrages to Escape to the Limit

Beach, abs, sunbathing. Hot Mouth's face was lying on the beach chair, drinking coconut milk leisurely. It's a wonderful holiday. It is also the epitome of Fang Xiaocao's comfortable life after her retirement. Until—— The mysterious words that suddenly appeared in the sky broke her wonderful vacation. [Tom: Run! [Taotie: Be careful, there is a killer! [The old grass with blooming flowers and wealth: Someone wants to kill us. Hot Mouth's face rubbed his eyes with an incredulous expression. What the hell? Could it be Lao Cao's prank? Hot Mouth's face secretly guessed, and he took out his cell phone to send a text message to ask. The next second! There was a roar. The huge waves carried thousands of troops and horses, rushing towards the beach from far to near——