doomsday lamb

At eight or nine o'clock in the morning, the sun disappeared behind a cloud.

Less than an hour had passed since Yang Xiaoxiao and Xiaolang fought off the last wave of black corpses, and Ceylon Square had already turned into a white world.

The early morning sunshine caused a brief recovery in visibility here. But Yang Xiaoxiao did not expect that an even worse dense fog was still to come. In just a few minutes, the visibility nearby was already less than 20 meters. If he accidentally encountered it,

A puff of fog comes in, and visibility can even drop to less than ten meters.

As a qualified assassin, this kind of environment should have been Yang Xiaoxiao's favorite hiding place. But unfortunately, at this time, she was in the open and the enemy was in the dark. No matter what she was doing, she felt like she was being watched.

It feels really uncomfortable to go from being a butcher to being a fish on the chopping board.

He had heard Fu Lianhe mention this "elephant trunk curve" before at the base. It was the meteorology knowledge he learned in the elective course in college. It was a pity that Yang Xiaoxiao recalled it too late, otherwise he would have escaped first no matter what.

Walking in the center of the square, surrounded by dense white fog, Yang Xiaoxiao could only judge roughly where he had gone by the number of steps he had taken.

It's not like she hasn't thought about leaving here to find rescue first. It's been a whole day since she fell into the fog. The people in Langya City must be looking for her. But they don't know the situation here, and they don't know the mysterious force.

She has evil thoughts, and she doesn’t know who she met here... If she rushes out of the city to rescue, what if she is ambushed?

I was thinking about it, but I heard several roars in front of me, and there seemed to be a monster waving its claws in the fog, and it was about to come out at the next moment.

"Here we go again." Yang Xiaoxiao secretly gritted her teeth in anger, "Is it over or not?"

A group of ordinary black corpses emerged from the mist. After being torn and bitten by the little wolf, many special feelings emerged from all directions, and the number almost surrounded this person and the wolf.

At this time, the sun appeared, penetrating the clouds and illuminating the world here. The light and shadow in the center of the vast white fog swayed, and the fog was unevenly thick, blurring Yang Xiaoxiao's vision.

In silence, Yang Xiaoxiao suddenly caught two golden lights coming from the corner of his eye.

"You bitch!"

She shouted to warn the little wolf, but she narrowly avoided the attack of the light arrow.

But the little wolf was shot, and a black blood hole immediately appeared on his belly. The edge of the wound was scorched black as if it had been burned, and blood quickly flowed out along the wound as if it were free.

"Ouch..." The pain turned into a sad cry at this moment.

The man in the mist seemed surprised, as if he didn't expect this casual blow to be effective. He immediately thought of something and laughed to himself.

"The defense will be reduced after becoming huge, so that's it, hahaha..."

Yang Xiaoxiao was anxious and angry, and her knuckles turned white when she squeezed her soft little hands. She hurriedly shouted: "Stupid dog, change back quickly."

The little wolf quickly shrunk back to its normal size. The little guy, who was dozens of centimeters long, moved around in the mist, nimbly dodging the incoming light arrow attacks. For a moment, the man behind the scenes could not help but wonder.

He was able to hit again. The man suddenly became fierce, and the light arrows formed a rain of arrows, which densely covered the direction of the little wolf, instantly blocking all its escape routes.

"Little beast, let me see where you are going to hide this time."

Suddenly, a soft howl appeared ten meters away. The man watched helplessly as countless light arrows hit the bricks of the square, turning the pieces of marble into layers of powder. He opened his mouth and cursed: "What the hell, Phantom? You put this little

The mark of the beast became a servant?"

The "you" in the question naturally refers to Yang Xiaoxiao. The latter watched the little wolf disappear into the fog and disappeared, and then he was in the mood to ridicule that person.

"Beasts are better than ungrateful people," she said.

"Sharp teeth and sharp mouth," the man replied.

The little wolf dragged his wounded body away and escaped. This time, the only target of the light arrow was Yang Xiaoxiao. The man in the fog found a new way to play, and kept harassing Yang Xiaoxiao with light skills, causing him to fight against the black corpse.

Both physically and mentally exhausted during the battle.

The mist is composed of water vapor. Under the sunlight, it feels like you are in a maze of light and shadow. The kaleidoscope-like reflected light reflects on Yang Xiaoxiao's face, which can easily cause visual errors. If you are not careful, a light blade passes by your neck, and immediately cuts off a piece of it.

Strands of chestnut brown hair.

Yang Xiaoxiao was sweating coldly. At this moment, she felt a slight chill coming from her. A long and narrow wound on her snow-white neck was slowly leaking blood.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

"Ceng Ceng Ceng" many hidden weapons flew over and hit them in the direction where the laughter came from. One of them seemed to have hit the target directly. Because the other party's laughter stopped suddenly, and his screams of pain were mixed with curses.

"Damn it, that stinky woman Chen Xinyan."

The other party's guess was correct. Yang Xiaoxiao did learn this hidden weapon skill from Chen Xinyan.

"Hahaha, Zhou Jin, you quack like a duck. Did my aunt hit your lifeblood? Hahaha..."

But then she couldn't laugh anymore. The other party's revenge came very quickly, and the light skills swept in like a violent storm. Sometimes they even hit the black corpses in her own camp. Yang Xiaoxiao was forced to use Shadow three times.

The clones were thrown out of the darkness three times and all the clones were killed by skills thrown out. Later, Yang Xiaoxiao had not used skills for a long time. She did not have much crystal energy reserves in the early stage of the third level, so she wanted to save some for use when breaking out.

Gradually, the opponent's light skills no longer were used unscrupulously. Yang Xiaoxiao seemed to have lost sight of that person. Apart from her breathing, the whole square was filled with black corpses screaming "ho ho".

The first batch of black corpses have long since died, but more special black corpses are joining the battle. Under the control of the man behind the scenes, these black corpses are like puppets on strings. Every move is formed into a formation, and the offensive and defensive advance and retreat are coordinated in an orderly manner. Many of them are

At that time, Yang Xiaoxiao's offense was not going smoothly.

But only in this way can Yang Xiaoxiao be sure that the other party is still nearby and has not left her to chase Xiaolang.

The strong and dense fog could not last long under the sunlight. After three hours of fierce sunlight, the visibility returned to normal levels. At this time, exhausted from killing all the black corpses, Yang Xiaoxiao, who was leaning against the wall like a dead dog, finally saw him.

Zhou Jin.

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Walking confidently out of the remaining curls of white mist, he was still tall, with a shiny hairstyle parted three-seven, and an Ouroboros seal on his chest.

He still looks exactly the same as before he left the gas station, except that both hands are gone. Not only the palms and wrists, but also a pair of forearms are gone. Where the forearms were originally, a pair of shining alloy arms have been replaced.

Fixed at the crook of the elbow, one is a bionic manipulator and the other is an iron hook like those worn by pirates.

"Hahaha, no wonder you hide in the fog and don't dare to see anyone. You're a useless person who doesn't even have a hand. I wonder if you can still hold a lightsaber?"

The more Yang Xiaoxiao talked, the more relieved she became, "I wonder, when you comfort yourself, do you use that prosthetic hand? Or do you use this iron hook? You can't use them interchangeably, how fresh it is, hahaha..."

When Zhou Jin heard this, his face was so gloomy that he could drip water. He secretly gritted his teeth amidst Yang Xiaoxiao's arrogant laughter and commented: "A damn duck has a tough mouth."

Looking at Yang Xiaoxiao's embarrassed appearance, Zhou Jin smiled again. He said arrogantly: "I have kept you alive until now, you should thank me."

"Bah, you are so shameless." Yang Xiaoxiao spat at Zhou Jin's feet, "My life has always been earned by myself."

She looked at the fallen black corpses all around, with a mocking tone in her voice: "What do you say about these black corpses? If you bully the few with more, you really have them."

Looking at these dead black corpses, Zhou Jin seemed to feel very sad, but he tried to stay calm and said to Yang Xiaoxiao: "I admit that you are much more difficult to deal with than I thought, but that's the end of it."

"Then why don't you kill me?" Yang Xiaoxiao shouted, secretly concentrating the remaining crystal energy in her body.

The long battle not only exhausted her physical strength, but also exhausted her crystal energy reserves. Now even the most ordinary first-order evolver is richer than Yang Xiaoxiao. She only has one chance, and can only use it once.

"Shadow clone" or "confusion", she was waiting for the moment Zhou Jin showed his flaws.

"Kill you? Of course I will kill you. But if I keep you here, not only can you kill me, but I can also kill others!"

"Who else? What do you mean!"

"You don't understand? Oh, right, I forgot, you are just a junior high school student." Seeing Yang Xiaoxiao anxious, Zhou Jin smiled even more heartily, "If you surround them, you must save them and destroy their reinforcements. This is called the art of war. Don't you understand?"

"You want to use me to attract Sister Xinyan?"

"Otherwise? Could it be that damn brother of yours? I wanted to kill him with my own hands, but it's a pity..."

"What's the pity?"

"Too bad you'll never see him again!"

For a moment, Yang Xiaoxiao's eyes widened. She looked at Zhou Jin smiling ferociously. Listening to the other person's voice full of hatred and resentment, her mind suddenly went blank.

"My arms were given to them by their father and son. I can't wait to eat their flesh and gnaw their bones every day! It's a pity that Yang Bensheng's guy is not in the city, otherwise not only Lang Hua, I want them all to die in this explosion! Six rocket launchers!

Hahaha, even an elephant cannot survive..."