When the dawn was about to come, Yang Jianxi was very glad that there should be such a feast waiting for him, the blood-red yin and yang chain ball in the air behind him, and the human flesh juicer invented by Yang Jianxi flowed back and forth with the friction between the chains and chains, just like the gradual reduction of the sound in hell, and the yin and yang locks slowly disappeared into the void.

The strange thing is that Yang Jixi's original shriveled and skeleton-like body slowly recovers as if it were inflated like a balloon, with flesh, hair, teeth, and blood......

It's like as the blood-red yin and yang lock slowly disappears, Yang Jinxi's body is also undergoing synchronous changes,

In fact, it is exactly like this, this is like a kind of cycle, Yang Jianxi used energy output before, and now he needs energy replenishment, and the yin and yang lock that is like soaking out of the blood lake is the medium that Yang Jianxi uses to replenish energy.

Just like the human flesh juicer that Yang Jianxi thought of his proud work just now, and now on the ground behind him, which originally belonged to the juicer, there was blood red that was useless to Yang Jianxi, and some flesh and blood that had not been completely ground by the yin and yang locks, which was the proof that Yang Jianxi had carried out hellish artistic killing methods here.

Sometimes enjoyment doesn't have to pass through the taste buds through the mouth, of course, Yang Jianxi does like to use the mouth, that kind of taste buds are stimulated, and the extreme pleasure of feeling the meat foam and blood sliding through the esophagus is an addiction that Yang Jianxi can't bear.

Zhou Lifei reacted from the moment Yang Jianxi landed, but if he could choose again at this moment, he would rather not react.

In the eyes of the gap under the accumulation of fat on his face, the scene in front of him should not belong to this world, and the person in front of him should not exist in the world either, the abyss of hell where the legendary devil lives may be his hometown, or is he the devil who has disappeared in the first place.

Seeing those two people turn into blood-red flesh foam all over the ground like this, looking at the human in front of him who didn't seem to be very old, there was excitement in his eyes, on his face, the expression on his face, that ...... Is that enjoyment?

Fear finally took over Zhou Lifei's body, he became trembling, and kept trembling, he felt that he should say something now, even if it was for the hope of knowing that there was no way to live, he had to say something,

But just as the tongue no longer exists,

Oh no,

There is no way to open the two fat lips on the face, and all the muscles hidden under the fat in the body are no longer controllable, maybe Zhou Lifei never thought that a golden fighter would not be able to control his body this day, or because of fear......

Under Zhou Lifei's sluggish gaze, Yang Jinxi gradually recovered from a pair of bones to the honest Yang Laoshi.

Don't pass Zhou Lifei, who was standing with only balance support left, and walked in front of the female senior magician Lei Hong who was upside down.

Under Yang Jianxi's feet is a layer of human skin, which belongs to Zhou Lifei's eldest brother, Zhou Feifei's, just now with the running human flesh juicer, the corpse of this peak gold fighter was also drained by Yang Jinxi, and there was no soul left......

Half squatted down and stared at this female senior magician named Lei Hong, her appearance was about to change, her figure was average, and her talent was indeed high. This is Yang Zhenxi's evaluation of her, as for the black iron slag slag Hui named Lei Ziyun who was lying behind her, Yang Jianxi only glanced at the airfield on her chest and shifted his gaze, saying that he did not comment on it.

got up and said, "Your name is Zhou Lifei?"

Yang Jinxi felt that it was disrespectful to them to always use passers-by.

Forehead......

Well, in fact, he just thinks that if he is called by passerby B, he can't understand it, and then it's the pretending link, how can he not understand it. So after thinking about it just now, I finally found the name in their previous conversation from the words that were almost deleted from my mind

"Let me ask if your name is Zhou Lifei?" Yang Jianxi saw that he didn't answer himself for a long time, and spoke again, but this time his tone obviously had a different flavor.

Seeing that he was still stunned and couldn't open his mouth, Yang Jinxi was also speechless about this and said: "It's really a shame for the face of the gold fighter." ”

He took a step forward and patted him on the shoulder, it was really a light touch, and he fell straight down like this, seeing this, Yang Jinxi couldn't help but stammer: "Damn! I don't need to, suicide? You belong to the pride of the Golden Fighter?"

Shaking his head, he felt helpless about this: "Why can't you accept the processing of life that I like? Obviously life is a rough stone to be polished, obviously I just process it, and it is precisely this processing process that is the ultimate embodiment of my artist, I guess you must have fallen under my damn artistic talent."

While talking to himself, he waved his fingers and commanded the yin and yang locks that appeared out of thin air to draw blood from them, and the fat body dried up at a speed visible to the naked eye Yang Zhenxi sighed: "It's a pity that the delicious soul that belongs to you."

Why am I so sorry for your suicide......?

After tasting the delicious food that tasted good this time, Yang Zhen turned around and walked slowly away to meet the light of dawn, in fact, this time it was not without gain, he exchanged the blood and soul of a peak gold fighter for the blood and soul of a peak gold fighter and gave away a gold fighter and two silver fighters, how to see the fighter's steady profit and loss.

Leaving in style, everything is within his plan, the wind that belongs to the day will roll up thousands of piles of yellow sand to bury everything here, and completely wipe out all the incriminating evidence pointing to Yang Jinxi,

The glare of the sun and the sweltering heat will wake up the two of them, and the injuries from the ghost gate will give Yang Jinxi a chance to start the plan, in fact, Zhou Lifei's suicide may not be all because of fear, in any case, it is also a golden fighter.

Yang Jianxi now has an identity card representing the Great Medicine Master placed in the dark plane, and the ghost knows if he has placed some other things in the mist emanating from Yang Zhenxi himself and the blood-red yin and yang locks before, such as poison.

I used to stay in James's pharmacy for so long, how could I have no stock at all.

It's not bragging, just like what he's going to do now, it's also something that has been thought about.

Take a step, say slow or not, after all, those three damn fireballs are about to go to work.

In front of him is a building like the kind of building that inhabited people in the primitive tribe in the previous life, a bit similar to the tent in the previous life, but definitely not comparable, this kind of thing Yang Jinxi has seen a lot in the slums,

The kind of lonely people whose villages have been destroyed, or who are alone for some unknown reason, will live in this kind of shelter that belongs to them.

Not every village is as bloody and glorious as the one in which Su Pingsheng lived, many villages that have not taken off the shackles of humanity are still in the midst of running around and working without food, and a group of people who only consider the interests of the moment will take in something with a mouth to eat food.

Yang Jinxi pushed the door in, and the dilapidated space should be able to accommodate a family of three.

On the withered yellow straw mat was an old woman in her old age, judging from the old age spots all over her body, he was almost at the end of time, and beside her kneeling sat a middle-aged man with his back bent,

It should have been the sound of Yang Jinxi pushing the door to attract attention, and he turned his head to look at Yang Jianxi blankly.

Yang Zhenxi ignored him, his eyes were fixed on the half of the black thing in his rough palm, it was a fruit dumpling, Yang Zhenxi knew this fruit, when he and his sister Yang Yiyi first came to the slum, they didn't understand anything, and the most they ate every day was this kind of food, at that time, fortunately, there were a lot of such things, although the taste was not good, but it could indeed wrap the stomach, and it was everywhere, but now it should be with the carnivorous beasts involved in the inner circle of the wasteland, and the remaining vegetarian beasts are dominating this slum, so this kind of fruit is becoming more and more difficult to find。

Yang Zhenxi looked at his behavior with a puzzled expression, and inadvertently asked, "Is he doing his filial piety?" But obviously this is just a dispensable life, and it is so old, it seems even cheaper." ”

He asked, "Are you going to give her this one you have on your hand?" Yang Jianxi pointed to the fruit dumplings in the man's hand, and then pointed to the old woman on the withered grass mat in front of him, which was a tone that even he himself couldn't say, but it was certain that there was absolutely no mercy, because he was not a compassionate person, the poor person must have something to hate, and there would be no sympathy, there was only one person worthy of Yang Jianxi's sympathy, that is, the girl who had been stripped of the right to live since birth.

In the eyes of the middle-aged man, he did not feel angry at Yang Jianxi, a stranger who suddenly broke in, and replied when he saw Yang Jianxi asking: "Yes, my mother is hungry and wants to eat,"

"But she's dying"

"Perhaps, but I guess she also wants to be full and leave happily, and her mother has not eaten for a long time. The man said as he carefully sent the fruit dumplings of the mobile phone to the old woman's mouth, but the old woman did not move, not even her heart.

As if he had guessed or been prepared, the man slowly withdrew his hand without any mood fluctuations. He said, "Are you hungry too, Mother is full and left, there is still half left, give it to you." ”

After speaking, he stood up and walked to Yang Jinxi's side, but he couldn't straighten his back.

"Aren't you hungry? You look like you haven't eaten for a long time. Yang Jinxi didn't respond to his words, and asked instead.

"I'm hungry, but, boy, it's not easy to look at you. So I'll give you something to eat, and I'll try my luck later. ”

Yang Jinxi suddenly felt that something in his heart had been touched, and stayed in place for a while before reacting: "Child?

Indeed."