"Wangcai, use the electric flash!" Yan Fei said in a deep voice, facing Meng Xingsoul's sudden punch without the slightest panic, and calmly responded.

He's a hunter, a hunter with pets, and no matter what, it's not him who panics. Because he is not the one whose life is in danger, he just needs to do a good job of coping strategies and let Wangcai implement it. Therefore, no matter what, he must not make a mistake and must make the most appropriate response, otherwise Wangcai will be killed in battle.

Wangcai, in the eyes of those who don't know, may be just an inconspicuous earth dog, in a city, such a dog is not a thousand, but also eight hundred, belonging to one of the kinds of things that people will not pay attention to. In the eyes of those in the know, it has strong combat power and is a reliable helper, but it is just a dog.

In Yan Fei's eyes, Wangcai is not just a dog, but also his good partner, a brother who can be entrusted with life and death. Sometimes it's often a talent who has so many tricky minds, even in the game, because of the equipment, because of the mission There are a lot of so-called brothers and friends who turn against each other. Yes, interests, as long as there are enough interests, even if it is a brother with a knife in both ribs, he will stick two knives in your back, stomp you on the ground, and rub the ground like a mop according to the constant friction and friction.

His prosperity is different from many dogs, and from the day they are born, they are close to their owners. Even if it is given to someone else to raise, maybe when you have forgotten it and thrown it into a corner of your memory, when you inadvertently let it see you, it will still wag its tail and bark excitedly. This is when you are no longer the owner of it.

For example, Yan Fei regards the dog as a partner, and it is not for nothing that he has friends, and their trust is because of the trustworthiness of the dog. It doesn't betray you, it doesn't pursue too many things, even if you beat and scold it, in exchange for being by your side. What it needs is probably a leftover meal and companionship, but it may cost its life for it, loyalty again and again, and care for the home again and again.

Therefore, if Yan Fei was given a choice, he would rather be injured himself than be injured by Wangcai. He would rather die than die for Wangcai, even after he died, during that period of resurrection, Wangcai left him, he would still choose to do so. He's a dog lover, and it doesn't change at all, either in reality or in the game. It's just that compared to reality, he has a lot of lives in the game, but Wangcai only has one, and this multiple-choice question is a multiple-choice question from the beginning.

Wangcai, who jumped up, had no chance to dodge in the air, and there was no place to borrow strength in this suspended state, let alone dodge Meng Xingsoul's punch. It's just that after the four words in Yan Fei's mouth flashed, abruptly, Wangcai was really like a ray of light, dodging Meng Xingsoul's punch, and there was a lack of crackling electricity to make this move worthy of its name.

This is a skill that violates mechanics and is abnormal, and in the Three Kingdoms, there are very few such skills, and they often appear for balance. Otherwise, a pet like Wangcai, under Meng Xingsoul's punch, had no way to dodge at all, and was directly killed by one blow.

A punch missed, Meng Xingsoul's eyes showed surprise, the dog simply brushed the side of his fist, and the softness he felt at the moment on the back of his palm was the hair on his body. His fist brushed the hair, as long as he could deviate a little more to the side, he could hit the softest belly of the dog, but this dodge was too sudden, it was simply a pinch of his punch, and the moment the fist was close to the abdomen, the yellow dog suddenly dodged.

"Wangcai, kick the ground and tear the claws!" Yan Fei's voice sounded again at this moment.

The utility room is too cramped, and with all kinds of miscellaneous items piled up, it can only accommodate two people and a dog. So Yan Fei let the other players stay in the courtyard, ready to let them support the outside at any time, as for here, it is enough to have him and Wangcai.

As for why Yan Fei is so confident and sure, not only because Meng Xing Soul was seriously injured, but also because of the terrain here. No matter how narrow the utility room is, even people can't open it, but as long as there are gaps and gaps, it is a blessed land of prosperity. It can freely shuttle through the utility room, and even go around all corners, and can also use the accumulated clutter to dodge attacks from Meng Xing's soul.

The light swirled in the utility room, landed on the ground, folded again, reflected back like a mirror, and flew towards its original position at a faster speed. But in fact, this is just the process of Wangcai's four feet on the ground and jumping hard, it seems that there is no pause, so smooth and difficult to grasp, all because the speed is too fast. The yellow hair is moving quickly, and it is a blurry shadow at all, and because of this yellow hair, it makes Wangcai look like a light. One of its front paws had already been raised, and the front of the four toes on the soles of its feet, five of its claws were shining with cold light, and they were ruthlessly swung towards Meng Xing's soul.

Fast!

It was still so fast, Meng Xingsoul's hand had just been placed on the belt, and as long as he pulled it again, the soft sword on his waist would be pulled out. The reason why the soft sword is hidden in the waist is for that suddenness, and also for the ability to quickly draw the sword. But he didn't have such time at all, looking at the light pausing in front of him, the sharp claws still swung towards his neck, Meng Xing couldn't stop drawing his sword, stretched out his arms, crossed in front of him, and resisted the ferocious grasp.

"Poof." The sharp claws slashed across Meng Xingsoul's arm, and the blood flashed, and Meng Xingsoul couldn't help but snort. His arm had been cut with five wounds, torn and pulled, his claws were downward, the wound was enlarged again, and blood continued to flow down.

This is not the most painful, the most painful thing is that the flesh and skin of the arms are torn apart, and the bones are visible. Although Meng Xingsoul didn't see the situation of his arm, he could clearly feel it, and felt the process of this dog's claws, engraved on the bones of his arm, tearing downward. Carved bones, scratching and pulling bones past.

Hurt.

He seized this opportunity, this opportunity to contact the dog, pushed it in front of him with his injured arm, and pushed it out At the same time, the right arm, which was not injured under the cover of the left arm, had already touched his waist, and with a stroke, a silver light appeared in the utility room, catching up with Wangcai who flew out.

Yan Fei stepped forward, wrapped his left arm, and grabbed Wangcai over, and at the same time turned sideways, and accurately grasped the soft sword that stabbed him with his right hand. "Ahh The harsh grinding sound, as well as the two people who were constantly fighting, the silver-white gloves on Yan Fei's right palm were particularly eye-catching.

"Wangcai, go." He shouted softly again and threw Wangcai out.

"Use the Rip Claw."

"Whew!" Wang Cai let out a long tear, and he was particularly excited when he flew towards Meng Xing's soul, and the light in his eyes was clearly like seeing some fun toy, a prey worth hunting. It raised its claws again, and the hair on the sole of this foot was stained with blood, and the smell of blood was so strong that even a human nose could not smell it, and only when he got in could he smell it. But Wangcai is different, it smells very clearly now, and the smell of blood enters the tip of its nose, making its nose twitch involuntarily, more and more excited, ferocious.

It's still that speed, that angle, Wangcai's claws that still have skin and flesh left on it, ruthlessly swinging down.

Sometimes, life is so fragile, at least in the eyes of Wangcai. It doesn't have any moral standards for people at all, and in the same way, no matter how well you understand human nature, Wangcai's well-behaved and obedient words are also for Yan Fei. As for the others, from Wangcai's point of view, they seem to be unrelated creatures, sometimes they are prey.

As long as Yan Fei gave an order, Wangcai would not hesitate to pounce out and kill the enemy. This time is also the time when it is most excited, because the hot blood gushing out, the taste of blood between the lips and teeth, and on the paws, is intoxicating to it.

"Livestock! Look for death! Meng Xing Soul shouted angrily, he seemed to see the mockery in the dog's eyes, the kind of emotion that regarded himself as food was undoubtedly impossible for everyone to ignore.

Even if the soft sword was caught by Yan Fei and there was no way to pull it back, Meng Xingsoul would not be killed! His left hand was clenched into a fist, and the muscles in his arm were tensed, and the wound was pulled, and there were bursts of pain, but it couldn't slow down the speed of Meng Xingsoul's fist.

For these killers, as long as they can achieve their goals and have the desired results, even if they exchange their lives for lives, it is a problem. Now this is not a problem, in exchange for injuries, many people believe that they will make the same choice as him. Even if it is close to death, as long as there is a chance, it is worth fighting with your life.

Indifferent, Meng Xingsoul's anger just now suddenly disappeared after it appeared, as if it was an insignificant thought. People like him have too many emotions and thoughts that they shouldn't have, and they will be suppressed and erased by him with reason after they appear. He will only respond to the right time with the right response, and other superfluous problems are not in his consideration.

This body, as if it was not his, did not seem to have any injuries on him, and the pain felt more as if it were not there. But some people are wrong to think that Meng Xingsoul is the kind of player who adjusts the pain perception to a minimum, a player like him, a player who chooses the killer profession, when he is determined, there will be an option in front of him, yes or no. That is, when you decide to become a killer or assassin, no matter how low the pain perception of the previous choice is, you will be forced to be adjusted up to 100% by the system.

In other words, in the game, the injuries, including death, suffered by killers of their kind are no different from those they have experienced in reality. This is why the killer building has to train aboriginal killers, there are many killers who can't stand this pain and abandon the killer profession.

Pain, sometimes, can really torment a person to a breakdown. Even if it is a simple toothache, as long as it lasts long enough, it can make a person restless and tormented. There are many players who are here to play the game, and they are not here to torture themselves, so why make themselves so tired? Is it worth it?

Worth.

Meng Xingsoul's fist had already touched Wangcai's claws, and Wangcai's sharp claws easily left marks between the backs of Meng Xingsoul's fingers and the backs of his fingers, his skin was cut open, and his phalanges felt the chill of rubbing against his bones again. But, non-stop.

Some people suffer so much that they don't become tolerant of it, but they are more afraid. Meng Xingsoul is the complete opposite, he is also afraid of pain, but as long as the pain is worth it, even if it is a pain like now, he can bear it!

"Smack." The crisp cracking sound of bones appeared in Meng Xingsoul's ears, it was so pleasant and crisp.

When this series of voices appeared, the pain he endured to scrape his bones was worth it.

"Whew..." Wangcai tore bitterly, the forepaw he grabbed was already twisted, and his body flew backwards at a flying speed. The punch that Meng Xingsoul threw was so powerful that with the body of a dog, there was no way to withstand it, let alone just a forearm.

"Damn it!" Yan Fei's face finally changed, and his eyes were red and he glanced at Meng Xingsoul.

He let go of Meng Xingsoul's soft sword, and without hesitation at all, he reached out to catch Wangcai. He hugged Wangcai firmly, snorted, and took two steps backwards, finally stopping his body, but his chest couldn't stop churning.

Between Meng Xingsoul and Wangcai, Yan Fei chose the latter, and he was more concerned about Wangcai than Meng Xingsoul's life or death. In his eyes, even if there were hundreds of people like Meng Xingsoul, they couldn't compare with the prosperity in his arms.

Seeing Wangcai whimpering in his arms, Yan Feiqiang resisted the urge to continue to shoot, compared to anger, the most important thing at this moment was to deal with Wangcai's injuries. Therefore, Yan Fei had no choice but to hesitate, so he withdrew from the utility room, and did not look at Meng Xingsoul again from beginning to end, and retreated extremely cleanly, without any delay.

Meng Xingsoul was also stunned, but he didn't choose to make a move, he knew very well that most of the other party's attention was still on himself. Even in the midst of retreating, one of his hands was still empty, ready to catch his sword at any time, not to mention that even if he killed this person, he didn't know how many hostile players there would be behind him. So, he chose the most important choice at the moment, flew away, and slammed into the window.

Wooden, pasted windows are shattered.

(End of chapter)