Chapter 635

This kind of person can generally maintain high-intensity work that does not fit the eyes for several days, and after taking a break for half an hour, he will be energetic again.

The rain in the sky was still drenching towards the ginger field, and it was getting heavier and heavier.

One of the hound mercenaries yawned, and he pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his bosom to refresh himself.

But the rain that fell from the sky drenched the flame that had ignited his lighter.

The man felt a little irritable, he adjusted the amount of gas deflected by the lighter, and lit it again, this time the flame was so large that the rain in the air did not extinguish it for the time being.

However, the moment he brought the cigarette butt close to the flame, a sudden wind blew next to him, extinguishing the flame again.

“Fuck！！！”

The mercenary cursed and threw the lighter in his hand to the ground.

"Come, I'll give you some light, the windproof, the wind won't go out, the rain won't go out."

Beside him, a strong hand reached out, holding a Zippo lighter, which lit with a blinding blue light.

"Hmm."

The man answered, instinctively pushing the cigarette in his mouth.

However, in the next second, he felt that something was wrong, because this voice spoke Chinese.

There was indeed a Chinese in their bloodhound mercenary army, but he was resting at this time.

Suddenly, the man felt a tingling in his scalp, and then he turned sharply.

Then he saw a man standing next to him with a stubble face and a mess.

Although he looked very bad at this time, his handsome face and the domineering president's temperament that could not be concealed on his body still existed.

"Strict... Strict in cultivation..."

The man shuddered, and the cigarette in his mouth fell to the ground on the spot.

Instinctively, the man raised the gun in his hand and aimed it at Yan Yuxiu's side and wanted to shoot, but it was too late.

I saw that Yan Yuxiu's speed was as fast as a bolt of lightning, and the cold light flashed in the dark night sky, and a hole was cracked in the man's neck, and blood spurted out, splashing Yan Yuxiu's body.

Before he was going to change, Yan Yuxiu, who had always had some cleanliness habits, would definitely avoid the blood as soon as possible, even if there was a drop of blood splashed on his body, he would feel uncomfortable, and he must take a shower and change into clean clothes.

But at this time, it seems that he has long been accustomed to strict cultivation.

He even wiped the blood off the blade of the dagger engraved with strange patterns with his hand, and then put it to the corner of his mouth to lick it. Lick it.

In this day and night, Yan Yuxiu was also forced to collapse by this bad situation.

Now, there is only one belief in his heart, and that is to survive.

As for the rest, nothing matters.