"Can you please stop being so impulsive in the future?"
After landing on the ground, Zhan Jingyi glanced down at Weng Xiaoyue in his arms and shook his head slightly. At this time, she fainted from the shock wave just now.
Zhan Jingyi gently placed her in the corner, then slowly turned around, watching the layers of mental distortion appear in the air, trembling and spreading.
Just now, it was this layer of twisted mental power released by Zhan Jingyi that withstood the impact and most of the shrapnel that came over.
Zhan Jingyi felt the heartbreaking pain in his back, frowned slightly, and entered his muscles along with his mental energy. He found the piece of shrapnel and moved it slowly. With a "swish" sound, the shrapnel flew out.
"It seems that my mental weakness still has a little impact on me."
Feeling the pain in his body, Zhan Jingyi murmured to himself, and then looked at the Roshan monster that was still struggling in pain. White phosphorus was burning on its surface, and the faces on the Roshan became particularly ferocious. It seemed to be roaring.
Suddenly, Zhan Jingyi saw some pus secreting from the surface of the meat mountain. The pus quickly covered the body of the meat mountain and quickly extinguished the flames produced by the white phosphorus.
Seeing this scene, Zhan Jingyi was very curious at this time. This monster was different from the ones he had seen before, and its abilities seemed to be different.
On the surface, it doesn't seem to have much offensive power, but this ability to influence or even control others through mental power is actually very powerful, just look at Weng Xiaoyue and you will know.
Although its effect on him only made him confused for a while, in fact, if he was on a frontal battlefield, he could easily turn into a dead body.
"How did such an ugly thing like yours come about? Is it man-made?"
Looking at the Roshan Monster slowly recovering, Zhan Jingyi's face gradually lost expression and he whispered to himself softly.
As if giving his words a result, he nodded slightly and slowly narrowed his eyes: "Since you are man-made, let me destroy you!"
"Then I'll go find the person who created you. Since someone created such a disgusting thing, I can't let them down..."
"Zizzi..."
As he muttered to himself, the air around Zhan Jingyi began to rise and fall like ocean waves, rising and falling continuously. The Roshan Monster in the distance seemed to sense danger.
The impact of the two bombs just now made it feel threatened, and a faint current flashed through the blood-red muscles on the surface. This current made the song in its mouth suddenly become louder.
As the song sang loudly, the surrounding monsters seemed to be going crazy, rushing towards Zhan Jingyi not far in front of it. In an instant, countless monsters came like a tide carrying madness.
Seeing the arrival of these monsters, Zhan Jingyi pulled Weng Xiaoyue with one hand and carried her on his shoulders. Perhaps because the movement was a little rough, the unconscious Weng Xiaoyue let out a slight snort and even struggled. one time.
Zhan Jingyi turned around and took a look. He had to put her in place first, otherwise it would be difficult for him to take care of her if she was left here. Zhan Jingyi tiptoed, moved quickly, and soon came to the edge of a small building.
He quickly climbed up the floor and quickly reached the top of the building. Then he gently put Weng Xiaoyue aside, patted her face, and shouted: "Master, wake up!"
Seeing Weng Xiaoyue's unresponsiveness, Zhan Jingyi stood there and touched his chin, thinking that she couldn't use her full ability, but if she put herself here, she would be a little worried.
When he came to the edge of the building and looked down, he saw countless monsters surrounding the edge of the building, but more monsters were surrounding the Roshan monster. Zhan Jingyi suddenly raised his eyebrows. It seemed that this monster was hit by two The grenade scared me.
It seems that it may have summoned these monsters more to protect itself. If this is the case, then attacking it yourself will contain all the monsters. In this way, Weng Xiaoyue will be safe in disguise here.
Just when he was about to take action, Zhan Jingyi lowered his head and thought for a moment, turned around, took out the pistol from Weng Xiaoyue, inserted it into his waist, and checked the bullets of the gun in his hand.
He didn't have many bullets. The submachine gun had long run out of bullets, and the pistol bullets were also limited. Zhan Jingyi took another dagger from Weng Xiaoyue's body. This is the standard weapon that comes with its soft hedgehog armor, although it is not It's a powerful weapon, but it's better than nothing.
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After preparing everything, Zhan Jingyi stood on the edge of the building, roared to the sky, and then suddenly started running quickly from upstairs along the floor. At this moment, it seemed to violate the rules of physics, and he ran as fast as a ghost.
Against the backdrop of the moonlight, his feet were as light as feathers, and every step seemed to be dancing. His eyes shone like cold stars, with a sense of determination and perseverance.
Zhan Jingyi ran, his pace was huge, and his speed was as fast as lightning, leaving only an illusory figure in the air. At this moment, it was as if his body had really turned into a gust of wind, floating away without any hindrance.
His hands moved gently, and the rhythm and rhythm of his body seemed to blend with the air currents between heaven and earth. It was as if the wind was blowing under his feet, flying over eaves, climbing walls, and climbing tall buildings as if he were walking on flat ground.
As he ran, the wind whizzed past his ears at a dizzying speed, as if he appeared in front of the meat mountain monster in an instant.
Seeing Zhan Jingyi's arrival, there seemed to be a hint of anxiety in the Roshan Monster's song, and the song became a little more high-spirited. All the monsters also swarmed up, like a tide.
"Bang bang bang!"
The gun in Zhan Jingyi's hand kept ringing, and a series of monsters were shot in the forehead and fell dead one after another. But more monsters came up and soon the bullets were empty. He threw the pistol like a hammer, knocking down several monsters. A monster.
"Hahahaha, so refreshing!"
Zhan Jingyi quickly approached the Roshan monster like a galloping horse. The three-foot dagger in his hand flashed a cold light. Wherever it passed, the cold light flashed, and the heads of the monsters rolled down one after another. At this moment, there was an unrivaled feeling. of bravery.
At this moment, heavy footsteps sounded behind the Roshan monster. It was the sound of some kind of heavy object hitting the ground heavily.
Following this sound, behind the meat-mountain-like monster, a strong smell of blood could be faintly heard in the small town shrouded in moonlight.
Soon, a giant in purple clothes appeared in front of Zhan Jingyi. This man was about ten feet tall, with a bald head, standing there like a bronze.
The top of his head is as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the light of the moon. A pair of deep eyes are hidden in the ravines under his eyebrows. His muscles are like carved bronze in the moonlight, strong and powerful. His arms are as strong as tree roots, and his fingers are thick and powerful. The muscles in the legs are knotted, as if they contain indescribable explosive power.
When Zhan Jingyi looked over, he also looked at Zhan Jingyi so sinisterly, with the muscles on his cheeks pulled back and a weird smile on his lips.
When Zhan Jingyi saw this giant, he was slightly stunned, stopped and looked at him, and said, "Can you talk and communicate?"
There was a look of disdain in the giant's mouth. He touched his back and pulled out a long, blood-red object from the spine of his back. When he first pulled it out, it seemed to be a living thing swaying back and forth in the giant's hand.
The blood-red long object seemed to solidify quickly after the giant shook it gently, and soon turned into a blood-red long knife in the giant's hands.
This bloody long sword seemed to be forged from the furnace of hell. The blood-red flowed like lava, as if wrapped in ancient curses and endless resentment. Every time the blade flickered, it seemed to exude infinite ferocity.
The long knife at this moment is no longer as soft as it was when it was first pulled out. At this moment, it looks like a long knife. The blade is made of an unknown material and looks cold, hard and tough.
The handle of the knife is inlaid with a piece of dark jade, like a one-eyed monster on the battlefield, silent and ruthless. The blade is extremely sharp, like the crescent moon in the night sky, cutting through all obstacles.
This blood-red long knife seems to carry an ancient and mysterious power. It seems that every moment it is wielded, the impulse and fanaticism coming from the depths of the blood can be felt.
At this moment, Zhan Jingyi even felt a desire to kill, a kind of wild freedom, and a kind of fearless courage on this blood-red long knife.
Good knife. At this moment, Zhan Jingyi seemed to like this long knife, but at the same time, he could also feel the madness and killing emotions on this long knife.
