Yan Zhuo knows all the memories of the "dragon", of course he knows what the weakness of the "dragon" is, and he can guess the entanglement and pain in the heart of the "dragon", and Yan Zhuo has a good grasp of this.

From the first cut off, all his expressions and forbearance were prepared for this sentence!

No, to be exact, in preparation for shouting the name "Golden Brake"!

The sense of identity with oneself is the fatal weakness of the "dragon".

Yan Zhuo's bone-chilling acting skills made "Dragon" confused for a moment and softened his heart.

At this time, Yan Zhuo, who was originally paralyzed on the ground like a cripple, suddenly jumped up and slashed at the throat of the "dragon" with the blade between his fingers!

Yan Zhuo, who was still weak and sad just now, suddenly became cold and bloodthirsty.

"Dragon" didn't take Yan Zhuo's attack seriously, and used his claws to block it.

Even if there is no ability, the "dragon" will not take Yan Zhuo's knife into his eyes.

In his opinion, the blade in Yan Zhuo's hand was as small as a toy, his movements were stiff, his limbs were clumsy, and he looked like he hadn't fought much, and his muscles were all gym exercises, so it was not worth his high look.

What's more, "Dragon" is now an anomaly, and his physical fitness has improved at least dozens of times compared to before, while Yan Zhuo is still a fragile ordinary person.

Yan Zhuo's knife did not hit the target.

If this hits the target, the "dragon" can rely on its own blocking power to sweep Yan Zhuo a few meters away just by waving its claws to block!

Yan Zhuo deliberately stopped suddenly.

Originally, he didn't have any skills, but suddenly his arm turned, he took a turn, and withdrew the knife with a mellow movement.

He took two steps back, his footwork was like a fairy, his arms were slightly raised in a defensive state, and his whole body was a bit of a white crane posture!

Even Yan Zhuo's entire temperament instantly became leisurely and tranquil.

The combat uniform on Yan Zhuo's upper body has been cut to pieces by the "dragon", only two small pieces are still hanging on his arms, and the blood has frozen on Yan Zhuo's body at this time in this cold environment, forming a layer of shocking ice ballast.

Even if he is so embarrassed in appearance, his moves add a bit of handsomeness to him.

Yan Zhuo had swallowed the memory of a White Crane Fist master in his previous life, and at this time, he saw that the situation was not right, so he called up this part of the memory in time, and his body naturally moved.

The dragon's eyes narrowed, and he became a little interested.

In this era, there are few people who practice White Crane Boxing, and even fewer who practice well.

Once in the underground fighting arena, "Dragon" killed two people who practiced White Crane Boxing.

Thinking that Yan Zhuo would use the White Crane Fist against him, the "Dragon" recognized Yan Zhuo's move at a glance, and used an offensive technique that could definitely break the move, and probed Yan Zhuo's waist and abdomen with one claw!

"Dragon" doesn't want to play with him anymore, so it's safer to kill him directly.

With a single claw, he cut open Yan Zhuo's fragile stomach and stirred it into his abdominal cavity.

And just when the "dragon" thought that he could kill Yan Zhuo, he saw Yan Zhuo laughing.

That smile is like a spring flower*** The scorching sun is still warm.

But the hair of the "dragon" exploded!

How could he not know what Yan Zhuo meant by laughing at this time!

Yan Zhuo still has a trap waiting for him, and he has obviously fallen in!

Before he could figure out what Yan Zhuo's trap was, Yan Zhuo acted like a trick, and there was an extra gun in his hand, and the muzzle of the gun was accurately pressed against the left eyeball of the "dragon".

This gun was given to him by Zhang Yan, but I didn't expect it to really come in handy.

The "dragon" pupils shrank!

This shot reminded him of the ten-year-old boy who killed him tremblingly.

Obviously, Yan Zhuo should be fixed with dragon power, but when he recalled the little boy's face in his mind, the dragon himself was frozen.

It was such a moment of hesitation, and the "dragon" sadly realized that he might not be able to escape this shot.

In reality, he died because of a shot from that ten-year-old boy, and in the world of reincarnation, does he have to die like this?

How ironic.

Or is it ...... Is this Yan Zhuo deliberately mocking him?

Thinking of Yan Zhuo's smile, "Dragon" felt that it should be the latter.

He wanted to use Yan Xi's death to humiliate Yan Zhuo, but he didn't expect to be humiliated back by Yan Zhuo in the same way.

"Bang, bang, bang" three gunshots.

Yan Zhuo didn't care about the pain in his abdomen at all, he was so ruthless that he didn't even have time to open the treatment card, one hand held the gun against the eye of the "dragon", and the other hand pressed the back of the neck of the "dragon" fiercely, so as to fix his head and shoot three times in a row!

All three bullets passed through the dragon's massive eyes and into his brain, turning his brain into a mess.

The dragon's body was covered in scales and indestructible, except for a pair of eyes that were almost the size of a face.

That's his weakness.

No matter how strong the ability is, it also has weaknesses, Yan Zhuo knows this very well, he has long been staring at the eyes of the "dragon".

"Dragon" is also a ruthless character, when he learned that he had been fooled, he wanted to tear Yan Zhuo apart before he died, and tried to dig out Yan Zhuo's heart with two claws!

Fortunately, Yan Zhuo shot so quickly, and after being shot, the claws of the "dragon" that were originally stretched out to the heart moved down half a foot, and all scratched Yan Zhuo's stomach.

Even if he had lost consciousness, the claws of the "dragon" were deeply embedded in Yan Zhuo's stomach, clutching Yan Zhuo's flesh and refused to let go.

Yan Zhuo took the opportunity to make up for it with his mental force field, and finally completely killed this big trouble.

A death message swiped out in the sky—

[No. 6032 Reincarnation Golden Brake was killed by No. 744 Reincarnation Yan Zhuo! ] 】

Confirming that the "dragon" was dead, Yan Zhuo pushed his body away, and the ferocity on his face just now receded like a tide.

He clutched his stomach with cracked teeth and sat down gently and slowly on the ground.

was abused by the "dragon" as meat on the board, Yan Zhuo couldn't stand the pain for a long time!

In order to deceive the "dragon" with his acting skills, he wanted to die in pain but didn't dare to let out a cry of pain.

It's not a good thing for the body to endure the pain, and shouting out the pain can give vent to the pain.

Yan Zhuo finally didn't have to play anymore at this time, he scolded a few times, groaned in pain, and while checking the injury, he transferred his ability to heal his own external injury.

His worst injuries were on his stomach, his entire belly was torn, his intestines were broken in several places, his stomach was cut open, and his liver was broken.

The most painful thing now is that he has to connect his intestines with his own hands and stuff them back into his abdomen in place before he can use his healing powers to repair his internal organs!

Zhang Yan has anesthetic there, but unfortunately she hasn't woken up yet, otherwise Yan Zhuo would have to get a dose of anesthetic to relieve the pain.

He's used to fiddling with other people's internal organs, but it's his turn to fiddle with his own, and it's really a little unbearable to do it.

And, it's extremely painful!

He was drenched in cold sweat, and he almost fainted several times, but fortunately, as a spiritual force field ability, he had strong willpower and held on.

Yan Zhuo's painful moans spread to the hot springs next to him.

Zhang Yan, who was still soaking in the hot spring, opened her eyes suddenly.

Originally, she had a serious head injury, and even after being treated by Yan Zhuo, she would have to sleep for a while to completely recover.

Yan Zhuo fired three shots in a row just now, but the gunshots failed to wake her up from her slumber.

On the contrary, Yan Zhuo's muffled snort made Zhang Yan's heart twitch, and she suddenly sobered up.

She immediately activated her ability, and several wind blades pushed the waves of water around her, freeing up a space for her to fly, and she flapped her wings a few times and flew towards Yan Zhuo.

When Zhang Yan landed in front of Yan Zhuo, she was seeing Yan Zhuo use the stitches she brought with her to stitch up her internal organs.

When she arrived, he was barely able to stitch his stomach, and he was stitching it in pain, and his face was horribly pale.

Zhang Yan just saw that something was about to fall out of his bloody mass of internal organs, and her face suddenly turned white-

"It's going to fall! Be careful, cover up! ”

Yan Zhuo was also taken aback by Zhang Yan, and hurriedly looked down to see what had fallen......

I saw a white and red thing fall on the snow, rolled a few times, dragged a blood line and rolled down to Zhang Yan's feet, and stopped after hitting her feet.

Zhang Yan looked down.

It turned out that Yan Zhuo had just eaten the eight-treasure rice in his stomach that he hadn't had time to digest, and it fell out of Yan Zhuo's stomach that he didn't sew.

Yan Zhuo looked at her resentfully.

Zhang Yan was silent for three seconds, a little pity for the eight-treasure rice:

"It's wasted."

Food in this world is too precious, Zhang Yan really wanted Yan Zhuo to stuff the eight-treasure rice back and continue to digest it, but after thinking about it, she still held back.

Yan Zhuo guessed what she was thinking from Zhang Yan's subtle expression, and his face darkened:

"You don't care about my injuries?"

Seeing Yan Zhuo's humiliated expression, Zhang Yan suddenly felt a little funny, forced her voice, and laughed sullenly.

Seeing that Zhang Yan could actually laugh, Yan Zhuo's face became even worse.

Yan Zhuo sewed up his stomach with a few stitches, sewed his stomach layer by layer, lay flat on the ground, and began to repair his internal injuries.

Lying on the snow, he looked at Zhang Yan faintly, and his tone was quite displeased:

"Zheng Ziye makes you laugh every day, you can't laugh, you think it's funny to see me being cut like this? Your taste is too heavy...... Hiss...... It hurts......"

Zhang Yan took out a new cotton coat, wrapped Yan Zhuo, who was naked, and carefully let him lie on his lap.

Then Zhang Yan added warm clothes to Yan Zhuo one by one and explained:

"I've never seen you so embarrassed, so I think it's kind of funny."

Yan Zhuo's body was soon piled with seven or eight layers of clothes and quilts, and a cushion was stuffed under his body, wrapped like a silkworm baby.

Lying on Zhang Yan's lap, Yan Zhuo looked at Zhang Yan's insect body form with interest.

Seeing Zhang Yan's pair of ferocious mantis knives, Yan Zhuo couldn't help but reach out and touch them.

The temperature is cold and rough to the touch, much like the kind of pig iron that has only been smelted simply.

Zhang Yan glanced at him:

"Scary or not?"

Yan Zhuo smiled softly:

"It's also the first time I've seen your true ability status, and I think it's just a bit of fun."

Although she had heard Zhang Yan talk about her true form a long time ago, it was a little hard to imagine after all, after seeing it with her own eyes, Yan Zhuo pondered how to improve his set of knife techniques according to this form.

After all, he didn't want to risk fighting people in close quarters anymore, but he didn't always have the good luck he had today.

If he wants to protect himself, he must strengthen Zhang Yan's ability to make her not so easy to be defeated.

Touching Zhang Yan's knife, the idea of knife technique took shape little by little in Yan Zhuo's mind.

While thinking, Yan Zhuo quickly treated his injuries.

When all the internal injuries were healed, perhaps because his body was fine, his pressure suddenly became less, and a feeling of sleepiness suddenly hit Yan Zhuo.

He just lay on Zhang Yan's lap and fell asleep.

Zhang Yan looked around with some embarrassment.

The snow hasn't stopped, and this is not the right place to sleep.

The igloo has been destroyed by the "dragon", and now it is too late to dig another one, and the tent cannot keep the cold out.

In order to find a warm place to house Yan Zhuo more quickly, Zhang Yan turned out two large dining tables from the space ring, tied them with stones and fixed them in the relatively shallow area of the hot spring water, and then added a tent to the tabletop.

In this way, the hot air of the hot spring envelops the tent, and it will be warm in the tent.

It's definitely uncomfortable if the humidity is too heavy for a long time, but it's still convenient to rest for a few hours.

Zhang Yan hugged the sleeping Yan Zhuo to the tent.

Her hair had just been wet from the hot springs, and when the cold wind passed, it had already become an ice skate.

When he walked to the tent, a cold wind blew, and Zhang Yan, who was holding an ice ballast, was cold and sneezed.

As a result, this sneeze made her miss and accidentally let Yan Zhuo slip from her arms!

Half of Yan Zhuo's body was immersed in the water.

Zhang Yan looked helpless, and gently patted Yan Zhuo's cheek, wanting to wake him up.

But Yan Zhuo seemed to be too tired because of excessive blood loss, his face was horribly pale, his brows were furrowed, and he didn't wake up.

Zhang Yan wanted to move him to the tent, but seeing that his face was abnormal now, Zhang Yan still felt that he should do some treatment first.

put him in warm water to keep warm, Zhang Yan took a bottle of saline and hung it up for him according to the method that Yan Zhuo taught him.

She held Yan Zhuo in the hot spring, and she didn't dare to move, while she had to keep the salt water bottle warm, and she was tired and bored for more than half an hour.

A bottle of water was poured in, and Yan Zhuo's brows seemed to stretch a little.

On such a cold day, it is easy to freeze if you get wet.

Zhang Yan took off Yan Zhuo's soaked coat, intending to quickly carry him into the tent and change him into dry clothes.

As a result, he took off his coat, and the blood stains on Yan Zhuo's body and the tattered combat uniform made Zhang Yan feel a little headache.

I can only give him another bath by the way.