After a while, the withered butterfly knife that was on Tang Zheng's shoulder was slashed into the flesh and blood of Tang Zheng's shoulder by the slaughterer's giant axe.

Bright red blood shot like a column of water.

Tang Zheng's HP dropped from 63 percent to 24 percent in an instant.

He spurted out a large mouthful of blood, then snapped out of his hands gripping on the withered butterfly knife.

A touch of madness shot out of Tang Zheng's eyes, and instead of ignoring the bleeding wound on his shoulder, he suddenly reached out and hugged the giant axe that the slaughterer had attacked him tightly.

"Yang Yueying!"

Tang Zheng roared angrily.

Yang Yueying naturally did not let go of this, it was almost a precious opportunity that Tang Zheng fought for with his life.

Her eyes were a little red, and she gritted her teeth and clawed at the Slayer's thick arm that held the bazooka.

"Poof!"

"Whew!"

With a muffled sound of flesh tearing and the burning sound of the circuit gathering fire, the arm of the slayer clutched the bazooka and was cut off by Yang Yueying's fierce claws.

A large amount of green, cloudy liquid continued to flow from the slayer's glowing severed limb wounds, and the intense pain stimulated the slayer to look up to the sky in pain.

Seeing this scene, the big stone hanging on Tang Zheng's heart finally landed safely.

Once the Slayer Bazooka is dealt with, it will be much easier to do whatever they want to do.

After Tang Zheng coughed up a mouthful of blood, he wanted to struggle to get up and cover Yang Yueying's retreat.

But as soon as he moved, a system prompt confidence appeared in his mind that made his heart sink slightly.

The current host has negative status inflicted: Crippled (Lv15).

Crippled (Lv15): Makes enemies unable to attack or move, and lasts for 37s.

Tang Zheng scolded angrily in his heart, this damn negative state!

At this time, Yang Yueying took advantage of the opportunity when the slaughterer was injured and suddenly used all her strength to kick the slaughterer back for a distance.

Then she pulled the immobile Tang Zheng and carried her on her back, and then ran towards the ammunition depot as fast as she could.

Tang Zheng, who was rescued by Yang Yueying, thanked Yang Yueying silently and gratefully, and then took out a bottle of life elixir from the consciousness warehouse and drank it.

But because the Withered Butterfly Knife was too deep in his shoulder and was not treated, his wounds continued to bleed.

The intense pain made Tang Zheng almost unconscious, Tang Zheng gritted his teeth, and then he calculated the time in his heart, and pulled the withered butterfly knife out of his flesh and blood.

"Hmm!"

Tang Zheng's muffled snort of pain came from behind Yang Yueying, and Yang Yueying, who was carrying Tang Zheng on her back, suddenly felt a heat on her face.

She took out a hand and touched her face, and then asked Tang Zheng with some eagerness: "How are you, stinky boy, can you still hold on!" ”

Tang Zheng, whose eyes were black and stimulated by the severe pain, quickly drank another bottle of life potion, and less than ten seconds after swallowing the life potion, Tang Zheng's blood-spurting wound quickly stopped bleeding.

Tang Zheng felt that the pain of the wound was not as strong as before.

He gasped for a few breaths, and then comforted Yang Yueying with a somewhat tired voice: "I'm fine, don't worry." ”

The corridor on the fourth floor was only one or twenty meters, and Yang Yueying quickly ran this way with Tang Zheng on her back.

No sooner had they ducked into their ammunition than the earth-shattering roar of the Slayer rang out outside.

Yang Yueying carefully put Tang Zheng on her back on the ground, and then she piled up all the iron shelves stored in the ammunition depot on the alloy iron door.

Tang Zheng was still unable to move, and the duration of the cripple was about fourteen seconds left.

Tang Zheng's health had returned to fifty-four percent at this time, but his face was a little gloomy at this time.

Because in his consciousness warehouse, there is only the last bottle of life potion.

When Yang Yueying put the last shelf against the door, she finally couldn't help but sit on the ground with her ass slumped.

After gasping for breath, she stood up from the ground again, and then walked to Tang Zheng's side and asked him with some concern, "How is your injury, are you okay?" ”

Tang Zheng nodded with a smile, and then smiled at Yang Yueying: "It's okay." ”

Hearing Tang Zheng's words, Yang Yueying couldn't help frowning: "Your wound is still bleeding, you told me it's okay." ”

Tang Zheng smiled indifferently: "It's really fine, it's a flesh wound." ”

Seeing that Tang Zheng was still hard-mouthed, Wang Yueming couldn't help but sigh: "Are you out of medicine?" ”

Tang Zheng hurriedly smiled: "How is it possible, how can I be out of medicine!" ”

At this time, Yang Yueying suddenly had three more bottles of low-level life elixir in her hand.

She handed those life potions to Tang Zheng, and then smiled at Tang Zheng in a somewhat frivolous tone: "Do you think you can hide it from Sister Guo?" Hmph, take it, I'll watch you drink! ”

Looking at the three vials of life elixir in Yang Yueying's hand, Tang Zheng hesitated: "You give me so much, do you still have it yourself?" ”

Yang Yueying said with disdain: "You think my sister is as useless as you, have you ever seen my sister injured?" ”

Tang Zheng was speechless.

Come to think of it, since they came to the prison, they have never seen Yang Yueying injured.

Thinking of this, Tang Zheng no longer pretended to be polite to Yang Yueying, he happily took the three bottles of elixir, and then stored two of the vials of life elixir in the consciousness warehouse.

"Thank you, sister."

Yang Yueying cut off, and then ordered Tang Zheng: "Don't come with me, you drink all those potions for me, when the injury on your shoulder is healed, when will it be over!" ”

Hearing this, Tang Zheng had to open the bottle of life elixir left in his hand with a wry smile and drink it, and then the wound on his shoulder quickly scabbed under Yang Yueying's gaze.

"Not enough, drinking!"

Tang Zheng pursed his lips: "You think this is mineral water, drink bottle after bottle, don't you see that he has a cooling time." ”

Yang Yueying was a little stunned: "Eh, I forgot." ”

At this time, the alloy door that Yang Yueying was holding with a shelf suddenly made a deafening loud noise, and the two of them hurriedly looked at the door.

"Boom!"

There was another loud bang, and the iron frame used by Yang Yueying to arrive at the door began to fall apart.

At this time, the duration of Tang Zheng's negative state cripple had ended, so Tang Zheng hurriedly picked up the withered butterfly knife and got up from the ground.

Yang Yueying frowned and looked at the iron frame that was falling apart and intensifying, and then asked Tang Zheng in a somewhat worried tone, "What should we do next." ”

Tang Zheng was also a little at a loss, and suddenly he remembered the strange man they had tied up, and then Tang Zheng's eyes looked at a corner of the ammunition depot.