A second after the bone whip touched and swept the corners of the robe, there was only a few breaths in between, and as the wide black robe flew over, in an instant, the overwhelming dense flies flew out from under the robe as if they were collectively alarmed.

Some of the people in the team had just arrived, and they had never seen what the black-robed killer's robe was made of, and they were immediately shocked and screamed. After being kicked by the reaction, Xi Hanting barely calmed down and continued to deal with the remaining black-robed people.

Qiu Xuan held the bone whip of Xi Han Pavilion in an unfamiliar posture, her eyes closed slightly as if she felt a momentary connection, and then, another hand rolled the whip directly lifted the black robe that flew down from the flies.

"Ahh

Under that black robe, he was really a living person as Xi Hanting said.

However, at this time, the person's appearance and posture may no longer be considered a "person". After breaking away from the black robe, people saw a white figure crouching on the ground with its head in its hands, and its mouth let out a piercing scream that human vocal cords could not reach.

Then I took a closer look, and it turned out that the yellowish white of the whole body was not human skin, but the eggs that were attached to the skin, densely extending down and even wriggling.

Qiu Xuan had seen such egg maggots in the slaughterhouse in Drow City, and Xiaolu took out a few eggs in disgust and hatched them into young maggots, and after a few days, the maggots turned into flies.

"Kill it."

Xi Hanting approached at some point, looking at the "person" who had lost the protection of the black robe and kept rolling and screaming in the mud, there was no special emotion on his face. "It doesn't add to the pain to keep him alive."

"Then you can do it." Qiu Xuan didn't have any opinions, she held the main weapon of the Xihan Pavilion in her hand, and felt that it was at the moment before that after this "defective product" absorbed the power of the necromantic space and absorbed the vitality carried by the black-robed man, a small piece of the undead zone was instantly restored in the necromantic space.

This is something that Qiu Xuan couldn't do with the bone umbrella he got, and if he only repaired it with the bone umbrella, he would probably need to absorb it from the living creature several times without interruption to achieve this effect. But now holding this bone whip, which is also a "defective product", only needs one blow.

She thought of something and immediately looked through the long whip to see if there was a crack on the long whip that represented the number of consumptions, and then watched a small crack appear on the middle handle, but then an unknown red light flashed on the whip, and the entire long whip immediately returned to its original state.

After all, this is the main weapon of a high-ranking executioner, and it is normal for it to have special abilities attached to it, which are several times higher than the bone umbrella.

Qiu Xuan didn't dwell too much on this, and simply took advantage of the only and last opportunity to be able to hold the main weapon of the other executioners, no longer restraining his strength, and began to do his best to release the ability that belonged to the necromancy.

The absorption of vitality by defective products coupled with the release of the undead is simply a perpetual motion machine, and the energy absorbed by the bone whip here can be exhausted, and the vitality absorbed by the bone whip begins to automatically repair the consumption of the necromancy.

Qiu Xuan's whip swinging action has been unfamiliar from the beginning to now, and there is no discipline at the present, but it still dances so that an unscrupulous tiger roars, and the Xihan Pavilion, which is the original owner of the weapon, is stunned for a moment, obviously he didn't expect to be able to fight like this.

She doesn't have any fixed order between her moves, and if she disassembles a few of these movements, she can kill several masters who specialize in teaching martial arts in a desperate situation. But it was just like this, a few blind handfuls that didn't seem to be on the stage, dancing so that the flies in the air were whistling and flying across the black robe, and she stood alone in the chaotic and chaotic scene, and the back that was too small in comparison stood still in a trance.

Xi Hanting held in her hand the fully automatic infinite burst machine gun that this person had just thrown over, this gun was a good thing, at least she hadn't seen such a quality in the years she had been trapped in the starvation world since she left the desperate situation, and it was obviously a new product that had just been developed by the desperate arsenal.

Xi Hanting held the gun in her hand almost accurately, she kept pressing the trigger and wandered among the black-robed people to cover the person in the middle, while she couldn't help but look back at the person holding her main weapon at the moment in the gap.

After staring at her complicated gaze for a long time, she opened her mouth silently, and suddenly caught a glimpse of a surprised scene out of the corner of her eye.

It's the mercenary leader of the plague world, the black marketeer of this world, I don't know how to really follow the executioner out of his native world all the way to the "native".

At this moment, compared to the pain and misery of others, he actually looked like a person with nothing to do, standing on the edge of the battle that could not be affected. His gaze kept following the figure in the center and the most dazzling of the battlefield, and he never left for a moment, as if only that one back was alive in the center of the entire heaven and earth.

The man's eyes were a little strange, Xi Hanting had always had a way of seeing things that ordinary people couldn't imagine, but at this moment, she couldn't even distinguish the meaning of the symbolism of the eyes.

There is no other, only because it is not a universal "perceptual emotion" born on the basis of human cognition.

After peeking for a long time, Xi Hanting suddenly felt a fear beyond the scope of his psyche. She hurriedly looked away, the unmistakable precision of her hand remained the same, but her heart suddenly set off a thousand waves.

This black merchant called "Renault" at the moment is definitely not an ordinary aborigine.

Xi Hanting didn't dare to look at it anymore, and forcibly suppressed the palpitations and panic that seemed to be trying to peek at something far beyond his own cognition with his fleshly mortal body, and tried to remember what went wrong.

That person's appearance was no longer the appearance of the mercenary leader in the plague world in her memory, but it was no different for Xi Hanting, after all, she never relied on her appearance to recognize people.

She recognized him the first time she saw him on the underground black market, and she was amazed, but after reacting to it, she almost realized the fact that she had an "old friend" coming to the proving ground.

In fact, Xi Hanting didn't have a deep impression of Qin Jiuyuan, at least not as much as his impression of Qiu Xuan. If there is really any memorable point, it is probably that these two people are really messing around, and they dare to secretly try to break the "rules" under the noses of a desperate situation. But it doesn't matter, Xi Hanting is not a love policeman, nor is he a person who is willing to meddle in things, who wants to be with someone aboriginal or an executioner has nothing to do with her.

The only thing she cared about was that her fellow "old friend" seemed to be really trapped.

At the beginning, Xi Hanting half-truthfully wanted to use "I found out the identity of your boyfriend" as an excuse to persuade the half-threatening Qiu Xuan to put aside all kinds of past grievances and cooperate with him, at least temporarily cooperate with leaving this ghost place.

What she didn't expect was that Qiu Xuan dared to draw a knife against her on the spot, and that fleeting look Xi Hanting still remembers, although it turned out to be a misunderstanding, but she had no doubt that there was a moment when this "old friend" really wanted to kill her.

Just for an aborigine.

Xi Hanting felt ridiculous, feeling that the other party, who sometimes even thinks that she is too far away from the matter and looks on coldly, would do such a thing without a clear head. She sighed wistfully at the change of her "old friend", with a hint of anger that she could not even detect.

She shouldn't have done that.

Xi Han Pavilion thought this almost categorically at that time. Qiu Xuan shouldn't do this, because she is Qiu Xuan, because she is the only seedling of the darkness, because she is so talented, because she was actually given the power by the Plague of Dominators herself, because she is the hottest newcomer in a desperate situation in recent years, because she ......

Because of her, what?

Xi Hanting still hasn't figured it out, just as she still won't regret the betrayal of her "old friend" at the beginning, in the same way, if she had to do it again, she would still choose to do that.

Every executioner in a desperate situation who has survived until now is a refined egoist, but the degree is different. She has nothing to blame herself for what happened at the beginning, but this does not conflict with her inexplicable anger now.

She had been thinking like this until the terrifying glance just now, and Xi Hanting almost felt numb that she seemed to have touched the secret of the other protagonist of the incident.

The native, he has with him a secret that even the slightest glimpse can lead people into madness.

Does Qiu Xuan know about this?

Xi Hanting's first thought was this, and then she herself denied the idea.

If Qiu Xuan knew, then how could a person like her continue to choose to be endlessly entangled with this aboriginal named Qin Jiuyuan?

So do you want to remind her? Or is it ...... Just act as if nothing happened.

This matter cannot continue to be snooped on, this matter has nothing to do with oneself, and the secret cannot be seen.

Xi Hanting repeatedly admonished herself in her heart, and she finally raised her eyes to look at the person wielding the long whip in the center of the battlefield for a moment, and the strength of the gun in her hand tightened.

……

The chaos lasted all night.

At the end of the kill, Qiu Xuan almost felt that his entire right hand was about to lose consciousness. Almost mechanically, she did the whip again, which had been repeated thousands of times, and a second after the last swarm of flies buzzed and flapped their wings and fled in a panic, she completely unloaded and sat on the ground.

The physical limit has been reached, but the good news is that the repair of the necromantic space is more than half complete.

Qiu Xuan now looks at the undead dry bones in the space thriving (?) The scene is full of gratification, like a simple fruit farmer who has a good harvest in the golden autumn. With some envy in her fingertips, she rubbed the bone whip twice, but still returned it to its original owner.

After all, it is someone else's main weapon, and it is not easy to be willing to use it for herself for so long, and if she is Qiu Xuan herself, if someone wants the Zimu knife in her hand, unless she is dead.

Xi Hanting didn't talk too much nonsense, put away the bone whip, and raised his hand to smash the automatic machine gun into her arms. I don't know if it's Qiu Xuan's illusion, she always feels that this "old friend" looks at her a little strangely after the night.

"What for?"

Physically exhausted, Qiu Xuan is still in a very good mood at the moment. She glanced at Xi Hanting, who had an embarrassed face, and there was a little joke in her rare tone, "Do you regret treating me so much before?" Then you can apologize to me now. ”

Xi Hanting glanced at her, with a hint of hatred for iron and steel, "You're just a fool." ”

Qiu Xuan: "? ”

Xi Hanting suddenly scolded people inexplicably, then turned around and left neatly, as if he could catch some infectious disease if he stayed here for a second longer. Qiu Xuan was still a little stunned when she saw everyone walking away, and scratched her head inexplicably after reacting.

What kind of nerves did Xi Hanting suddenly have?

"Tired?"

Qin Jiuyuan walked over and sat beside her, touched his body and took out a dry bread. "Eat something, it's been a day since the Gluttony Contest, you must be hungry."

Qiu Xuan was indeed hungry, and she was not even half a little hungry. Before, she had all her attention on those black-robed killers, and she didn't have so much thought about her stomach. Alone took on most of the team's firepower, and when he really stopped now, he found that his eyes were starting to turn red again with hunger.

She didn't say anything polite to Qin Jiuyuan, took the dry bread and started eating breakfast with the remaining bottle of wine on her body. The black businessmen around him throughout the whole process have a little indescribable motherly attitude, like an old mother who rarely gets up early in the morning to fry eggs for you and then sits aside and must watch her daughter eat them all.

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