This unexpected deviation from the landing caused Shiraishi to suffer a lot of damage, and he hissed as soon as he moved—now he was in a posture of leaning back on the chaise longue, and the "chaise longue" was naturally the corpse in the living room.

At this time, Baishi only hated that the person on the ground was not fat enough, how could two hundred catties be enough, couldn't he work hard to eat four hundred catties! The head is especially awkward, and with such a volley in the air, Baishi feels that his waist is about to break.

But now was not the time to hammer his waist—another kitchen knife was pressing down on him in front of his face at a slow pace.

The duration of the empty-handed white blade was indeed not endless, and as time passed, Shiraishi clearly felt that his strength was gradually weakening.

And what shocked him the most was the attacker who jumped out of the darkness.

A fat body, excessively long bangs, sticky blood clots on the bangs, and stubbornly dilated pupils in small eyes.

…… It was the corpse in the middle of the living room!

But if the corpse was attacking him, what was it that was under him?

Judging by the size and the knife on his back, he should also be deceased.

Shiraishi's cold sweat was almost soaking through the clothes on his back.

…… Don't do anything about this kind of thing, buy one get one free!

I can't afford it!

The half-cool blood soaked up along Baishi's thin clothes, and Baishi remembered that he was half-lying in a piece of blood, his throat choked, his face was blue, white, purple, and green, and he was so disgusted that he wanted to jump into the washing machine immediately and wash himself several times.

But before we can solve the health problem, we must first have a life.

The effect of entering the white blade empty-handed disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the strength of Shiraishi's arm slowly retreated into the realm of a normal person, but the corpse in front of him still had a bloody face, using its own weight and stiff muscles to press down hard against the kitchen knife.

Shiraishi's hand began to tremble slightly from overexertion, and then his palm was cold, and a small cut was made.

To add insult to injury, something suddenly arched behind him, followed by Shiraishi, and slid diagonally to the ground, leaving a heavy shadow above his head.

…… It seems that the corpse No. 1, who was just well-behaved as a cushion, is now not allowed to lie down.

Shiraishi chuckled in his heart, scolded the horse and looked up, and as he got up stiffly, he reached behind his back with a softness that did not match his image, and pulled out the kitchen knife.

A blade is constantly approaching his throat, and the other knife is about to be slashed head-on, no matter how many crooked moves Baishi fights, it is a bit useless to encounter this situation of one force to ten meetings, not to mention that strictly speaking, this has to be counted as two and ten meetings......

However, as he watched the bloodstained knife get closer and closer, a flash of lightning struck his head.

The system looks like it's hitting the streets. But the skill of entering the white blade empty-handed can still be used, but what about the props? Will props work?

There are two ways to use items, one is to click from the backpack, but now the light screen can't be summoned, let alone clicked. The other is to drag the icon to the shortcut area, recall the icon when you use it, and then add the shortcut key silently.

“11111！” ,Shiraishi has already read the system description.,He thought hard about the Q version of the wire ring.,Silently recite the shortcut keys he set at the same speed as pressing the de-control key when he is combo.,Fortunately, he has the habit of putting props in the shortcut bar.,Otherwise, it's completely hopeless now.。

The next second was incredibly long, and Shiraishi held his breath against the knife, his palms beginning to become sticky, and fresh, his own blood slid down his forearm, itching like an ant crawling through.

At that moment, he felt the pocket of his chest move, and when he tried to lower his eyes, he saw a wire rope sleeve half a centimeter in diameter writhing like a snake, circling out of his pocket.

Although there were two enemies, the rope sleeve did not hesitate, and the one in front of the white stone face was gone, and the rope loop with the large mouth of the bowl swirled and expanded three or four times, and then wrapped around the neck of the deceased.

In an instant, the pressure on Bai Shi's hand became smaller, he grabbed the knife and pulled it out, and the deceased lowered his hands, his eyes were blank, and he didn't react to what was happening.

But at this time, the other deceased also got up, condescendingly raised the knife, and slashed at the white stone, at this time there is no way to summon props, this thing also has a cd, and the interval between use is 1 minute, otherwise the shouting method of the white stone just now, the three would have come out together to dance wildly.

The person who was encircled by the rope was temporarily motionless, but this could not be a reason to ignore his weight of two hundred catties, as soon as Bai Shi took away his knife, his hands were already trembling, and he had no strength to completely push this heavy man away,

But he didn't panic very much, he suddenly made a somewhat funny move - taking advantage of the loss of strength of the dead person on his body, he slammed the man away, and at the same time lifted his feet and violently lifted back, the whole person was folded in half, and the tip of his toes poked out his head, aiming at the standing man, as if he had made a backward roll that failed to turn over.

[Owl Head Wire] is the only prop he has at present, Shiraishi has read the instructions countless times, almost memorized backwards, if the description of this thing is taken out for a reading comprehension, Shiraishi feels that he will be able to score two hundred points!

[Use: Automatically lock the target neck within 20M, throw it under the user's feet, and then make the target lose combat effectiveness for 30 seconds]

Set to the "feet"!

He wrote a small essay of a few hundred words to confirm this detail with customer service, and the reply was a small flag that said "feasible".

It's not for nothing that you are working hard to force liberal arts students, and the ability to pick out words has long been full!

Woo - there was a wind sound, and the wire rope took off in a volley with the deceased, drawing a semicircle with his neck as a dot, and slamming it on the deceased No. 1.