Novelty can make her crazy, because she likes to make everything possible, no matter how whimsical the application is, she can basically make it out, and people give nicknames, scientific madman.

170 clenched the gun in her hand, even if the ghost had begun to appear in the sight, her head was dizzy, and she swore not to fall, this is what she often tells the people below the organization, the spirit of never dying.

The cries of the pigs gradually approached her safe range, and she knew that there was a lot of them, and she knew that there was another battle to be fought next, but it was just a one-sided abuse.

The white light flashed past her, and she was so dizzy that she couldn't see people clearly.

There was another silent gunshot, and the pigs fell to the ground, but this time it was unexpectedly easy to solve.

Maybe it was because she had too high hopes for these beasts, so she was a little disappointed, and although she knew the ending beforehand, she couldn't help but be disappointed.

Although the blood on the corner of 170's mouth never stopped, she didn't care.

She kept covering her mouth, blood seeped between her fingers, and cold sweat flowed all over her body, if there was light, she would definitely be able to see her pale cheeks at the moment, but she didn't frown from beginning to end, as if she didn't hurt herself.

She took a deep breath lightly and wrote lightly: "After such a toss, the broken rib has been pierced to the heart, and it seems that I have to go back to the world to recuperate, otherwise I will definitely die!" ”

It's just that even though her current situation is very bad, she is very happy, because she thinks that this beast that has found three mutations in a row, she must bring one or two specimens back to study and study it!

Even at this moment, what she thinks about is never her own situation, she is such a madman.

Regardless of her serious injuries, she wants to collect the so-called birds and wild boars in her eyes and take them back to the world.

But she didn't take a few steps before she stopped.

Because there was something on the ground that caught her attention.

A snow-white, spotless fawn was looking at her, its horns still glowing.

The fawn made a whirring voice, as if she was seriously saying thank you.

One Seventeen just smiled: "So it was you just now?" ”

"Whew!" The little white deer nodded again and again.

She coughed a few times: "It's still a good language, it's a little interesting......"

It's just that she couldn't hold it anymore and fell heavily to the ground.

"Bad thing! The consciousness is too weak to enter the world, but this place is unexpectedly soft......" She slowly closed her eyes.

The little white deer was so anxious that he turned in circles, and he didn't know what to do for a while.

Unbeknownst to 170, her head was not resting on the ground, but something that had caused her to almost fall earlier, and this thing was none other than the stomach of a "corpse".

At this moment, the "corpse" is opening her unfocused eyes, looking at what she has done before in the pair of godless pupils, if you look closely, in the depths of the dark pupils, there is a touch of essence that seems to be nothing, and in the light is the killing of soul devouring.

170 was lying on his stomach, and he was bleeding all over his clothes, maybe if he could move, she would have been broken into pieces.

The little white deer sensed that the strong killing intent was fluctuating and spreading, and it ran away.

A man in black descended from the sky, hurriedly picked up the "corpse" on the ground, and after he blew a dark whistle, he looked at the person in his arms with tears in his eyes: "Master! I'm sorry, my subordinates are late, and my subordinates will definitely avenge you......"