The Wasteland Survival System and Dogs

After completing the dodge, Jing'an's knees were slightly bent, and while withstanding the relative impact, his body also instantly stagnated.

"hiss……"

Air was inhaled from between the teeth, the lungs were expanding, and Jing'an's arms were also exerting force at the same time. The blue veins thick as a little finger exploded, like a dragon, squirming under his skin, conveying a huge force that is enough to open a mountain and crack a rock.

The giant's heart is running at full speed.

Suddenly, the explosive force condensed together, and it splattered together on the tips of the ten thumbs. The slightly slippery touch had to be just started, and in a blink of an eye, it was crushed into a mass of rotten meat by Jing An. Only to hear a distorted muffled sound, Aisha and the old popsicle saw that the thick tentacle was pinched from it, like an earthworm that had been severed from it, and the front half of the body should have been soft, even if it fell off. On the ground, he occasionally twitched twice, as if he was still fluttering with a pierced fish.

Puff, puff... the chilling movement splashed out from the fractured opening, and landed on the rocks and mound pits, unexpectedly ‘scalding’ out of thin air holes with the thickness of a thumb.

Seeing this scene, Aisha Dang, even with a white face, dragged the old popsicle and leaned towards the earth wall on the other side, she didn't even dare to breathe more.

Chillingly corrosive.

"Be careful, avoid it!"

Jing'an, who had long been expected, even tilted his head, and at the same time threw the tentacles in his hands to the left.

The pitch-black oil-like thick liquid splashed out from it, like a high-pressure water gun, and splashed on the surrounding stones and side walls, stirring up bursts of sour and choking black mist.

"Ahem, ahem..."

Compared to Aisha, the sensitive sense of smell of the old popsicle became a burden at this time. It was smoked with tears and nose. At this time, the dog's face was intertwined with each other, showing a strange and insanity-like mess. Even so, they also benefited from Jing'an's reminder and would not be horrified. The thick black liquid of the person was sprayed on the body.

But having said that, Jing'an was inevitably caught.

In order to pinch off the tentacles, his hands inevitably came into contact with the black mucus, like rocks and earth walls on the same side, and were corroded into several pits of different sizes. These things are connected back and forth, not only can’t be seen The slightest shape of muscles and bones, at this time, breathed a jaw-dropping smell of grilled meat.

But Jing'an just frowned.

Compared with other previews, the current situation is undoubtedly the best result.

And... the corrosiveness of this black liquid is also extraordinary. Under other conditions, Jing'an also tried to use other cloth towels or clothing to wrap his hands. But as a result, it was even worse than the current situation...

Cloths can't play the slightest barrier effect at all. For this unknown liquid, they are even like paper or straw-like combustion-supporting materials. They are instantly infected and assimilated, until both arms of Jing'an are given. The raw land has corroded into two bamboo poles broken from it, which is unsightly.

So far, the two-second preview time has passed.

Taking advantage of the neutral position where the tentacles were thrown away, Jing An also leaned forward again, and his golden pupils passed through the thick white fog, accurately capturing the location of the target.

At a distance of seven meters, if the firepower is on, it can be reached in the blink of an eye.

A little irritability rises from Jing'an's heart, but is instantly suppressed. He must control his emotions, and must not mess himself up-under the premise of limited information flow, the results of the rehearsal will also become Somewhat unstable. In the current situation, the possibility of accidents cannot even be ruled out.

Slow down and prepare.

You know, there is more than one tentacle organization that Knoll has derived now...

Thinking of this, a slight tingling sensation came from Jing'an's forehead. This kind of touch was quite novel. Although there was no substantial damage, it could also serve as a warning. Under the premise of system deduction, Jing'an has also roughly adapted to this brand new characteristic ability.

To sum it up in the words of the system, the name can be called——

[Mortal approach, deep excavation-danger perception]

With the whole body in a state of high tension, Jing'an's spirit can be released to a certain extent, forming a light film like a raincoat outside of the body.

Through the way of transmitting pain, and then realize the warning that oneself is about to receive the attack part. If we estimate from the time, we can probably predict the possible attack within one second.

"Aim for the forehead..."

It's exactly the same as the second round of rehearsal given by the system.

Jing An muttered to himself, and he turned his head to the right. This pain, like a needle stick, also moved to the temples and auricles along with his movements, until it disappeared.

Afterwards, a long dark shadow tore through the white mist, and straightly missed from Jing'andi's face, setting off a stinking gust of wind.

The absence of the slightest deviation in the early warning is sufficient to prove the value of this newly unearthed feature.

With one defeat, Knoll has lost his ‘last’ means of confrontation. Both of her tentacles have been shot at this time, and there is no other organization that can be used to attack at this time.

Just like a western cowboy who has emptied his magazine, the ‘round’ belonging to Noel has ended.

Jing'an's feet pressed on the ground, and his figure paused several times, and after twisting, he was finally able to face Nuoer straight in the distance. He stretched his hands forward and made a grappling posture-there was only one close purpose.

Close to Noel, the latter is still in the stage of recovering his tentacles, and has not been able to make a more specific response to the ‘intruder’. And taking advantage of this, Jing An even reached out and clenched the gown that was wrapped around her.

However, for Jing'an at this time, the empty shell weighing more than 40 kilograms was not considered at all. I saw him hold Noel in the palm of his hand and lift it up high.

Endure a little bit of pain, and it will be better soon.

After whispering to himself, Jing'an waved his hands from top to bottom, and turned Nuoer's whole body around, making her head to the ground, feet to the sky, and pierced the thick. Above the mound.

Boom!

After a muffled sound, the entire ground seemed to collapse a little downward in an instant.

This is the sound of the skull colliding with other things. Although Jing'an’s throwing shot would not use the speeding blessing of the giant's heart, even in normal conditions, under the situation of going all out, such a ruthless move also played an extraordinary effect. Effect.

As the command center of the whole body’s tissues and organs, the brain is nothing more than a transient state of dizziness when it is subjected to a huge impact in an instant. Although Knoll has become a polluter, he has not completely separated from his appearance and changed. Before being a deformed monster, she also had to abide by this iron law unconditionally.

But despite this, Jing'an has only a short period of neutral.

but.

"Already enough."

A gleam of light flashed through Jing'an's eyes, and he stretched out his right hand, which had been corroded to the extent that it was not what it was, and made a virtual grip towards Noel under him.

At this point, the three-second preview time has passed.