Chapter Fifty-Six: The Short Man Dies

The fists collided, and a dull sound sounded

Jian was hit by this punch a few steps backwards, and the short man was hit by this and flew out several meters on the spot

After landing on the ground, the dwarf covered his arms and began to wail on the ground

Simple... What the hell, didn't you punch me, what the hell are you called?

Although Jian Jian had doubts in his heart, he had the ability to come back from the dead, but he was not afraid of the dwarf's deception, and he did not hesitate to see the dwarf fall to the ground

One rushed forward in front of the dwarf, and struck him in the face with a fist

When the dwarf saw the simple fist coming, he didn't care about the pain of breaking his arm

Hurriedly raised the intact arm to block the improvised fist

Click

The arm and fist collided, and the elf's other arm was broken

yes

The dwarf wailed again

The wail was so loud that it startled countless birds in the forest

Jian Jian was also confused at this time

It's not like it's howled by a dwarf

He was confused about when he was so strong

How he didn't know

Looking at the miserable appearance of the dwarf, Jian Jian was moved by compassion for a moment

But he remembered the two slaps that the dwarf slapped Chen whispered that day

Simple eyes returned to fierceness, and Simple raised his fist no longer hesitated to smash down on the short man's head

Punch after punch, blood splattered from each fist

The dwarf began to wail twice, but as the number of simple fist swings increased, the dwarf's cry gradually faded

After the dwarf's voice disappeared, Jian Jian threw dozens of punches, until the short man's head was smashed flat, and Jian Jian stopped

Looking at the corpse of the elf, there was a simple silence for a long time

"I don't know if you deserve to die"

"I don't know how many evil things you've done"

"But what you've done to me really hasn't reached the damn standard in my heart"

"But why did you hit her?"

"It's nothing that you insult me, scold me, kill me, or even cut me with a thousand knives, but you shouldn't have done it, you shouldn't have beaten the person I love the most!"

"You may not be damned, but you... What a thing to do to find death!"

After a long silence, he began to mumble

He seemed to be explaining something, but there was only a corpse nearby, and who did he explain it to?

Come to think of it, he just said it to himself

To put this passage simply, it is not a self-comfort, nor is it a self-justification after doing something wrong

He said this only to soothe his somewhat agitated heart

After all, he can't do it yet, and he is still calm after killing

"Hey, this is...?"

After his mind calmed down, he looked at the body of the dwarf again, and he found that something was wrong

The short man, the arm that was broken at the beginning, can easily figure it out, it was hit by himself

After all, the action of force is mutual

But what's the matter with this elf's fist

The fist that had begun to hit him seemed to have been corroded by something, and the flesh was gone, and only the bones remained

Looking at the place where he was injured, it was easy to see that this was the place where he came into contact with his body

Don't...

Jian condensed the gray qi that had just been withdrawn from his body in his hand again, and then he touched the dwarf again

... There was no sound, and the place where the dwarf corpse was touched simply, strangely began to be corroded, the word corrosive may be inappropriate, this is more like assimilation!

Because as the place touched by Jian disappeared, Jian Jian found that his gray qi had actually grown a little

"Is it possible that I can assimilate other things to promote the progress of my cultivation?"

"No, this speed is too slow, and it can't catch up with cultivation, but it seems to be really good to use it against the enemy!"

After easily figuring out the usefulness of this gray gas, he stopped paying attention to the corpse of the dwarf, got up and walked to the place where he had parked

As for the corpse of the elf ...

Simple, there is no business of killing and buriing

After the simple walk, the place was quiet again, leaving only the corpse of the dwarf lying quietly

The dwarf may not have thought until he died, it was not the blow through the throat that pushed him to death, nor the thousand cuts, but just those two slaps!