? (First of all, I wish all mothers in the world a happy holiday, always healthy, in a happy mood, happy every day, today I invite my mother and father to eat, just came back, so the update is half an hour late, I hope you understand, and, the first two days were less than 1000 words, originally promised this week?* Department of the model  pretty and restrained trance?000 words, can not send a separate chapter, so tomorrow update one more chapter as compensation,)

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Fu Shuai pulled the trigger, and the shotgun that had been twisted exploded in the mouth of the necromancer like a **** filled with steel balls, and the necromancer, who is known for his magic, obviously couldn't withstand such a fierce attack, not to mention that it was still the most vulnerable and defenseless mouth, the necromancer's head burst open like a watermelon that had been thrown to the ground, and the black **blood** and ****** brains formed a strange ritual flower that could challenge the limit of human gastrointestinal tolerance.

The corpse of the necromancer who lost his head collapsed weakly on the ground, but his right hand still held the charred black cross tightly, which shows the importance of this magic prop to the necromancer**.

Seeing that he had successfully killed the necromancer, Fu Shuai did not show a trace of pride, because he was still worried about Long Cen and other companions who had fallen into the swamp by himself at this time, and when Fu Shuai turned around and planned to rescue, everything in front of him made him breathe a sigh of relief, because those companions who had fallen into the swamp before were lying on the ground at this time.

The reason why Fu Shuai was so anxious was because he was worried that if the necromancer was killed, the swamp created by his magic would be reduced to a solid sandy floor, and the team members who fell into it would probably be trapped in the soil, especially Long Cen, who was trapped in the swamp, would be even more dangerous.

Before rushing out of the swamp, Fu Shuai had already accurately recorded Long Cen's location according to the location of other companions, and Fu Shuai also set aside a period of time after killing the spirit mage, once Long Cen really fell into the land, Fu Shuai could dig Long Cen out of it in time while the state of opening the third-order gene lock had not been eliminated, after all, with Long Cen's ** quality, even if he was buried alive in the ground for a few minutes, it would not be life-threatening.

But obviously Fu Shuai was a little worried, after the necromancer was ** dropped, although the swamp he ** made disappeared, but the Zhongzhou team members who were trapped in it returned to the ground directly after the swamp disappeared, and they were not trapped in the ground, which means that this time the mission Zhongzhou team completed without danger.

Chen Yingxu and Duan Jiajun, who were lying on the ground, were still slapping their bodies**, just now they were almost all pulled into the swamp by those rotten hands, in order to avoid muddy water from entering their eyes, they closed their eyes tightly, and it seemed that they had not recovered from the shock at this time.

"Hey, hey, get up, it's over." Mu Yi walked over and kicked their **** and reminded.

At this time, Chen Yingxu and Duan Jiajun slowly opened their eyes, and looked around blankly, Mu Yizheng was standing beside the two of them and looked at these two people with contempt, and the cold swamp also disappeared without a trace, replaced by a sandy ground mixed with stones, not far away, at the feet of Fu Shuai, lay the corpse of the necromancer who had lost his head, and the blood of the black ** flowed out along the wound, staining the ground black**.

"It's over, how did you do it, I thought I was going to die this time." Chen Yingxu felt a little incredible, because he had completely fallen into the swamp before, he hadn't seen the beautiful blow of Fu Shuai just now.

"Hehe, that's the power of the team." Fu Shuai, Long Cen and Mu Yi looked at each other and smiled, and then the confusion in his eyes faded, and the painful feeling that life was worse than death instantly invaded his whole body, and Fu Shuai's body shook and fell straight to the ground.

"Fu Shuai." Duan Jiajun jumped up from the ground and rushed towards Fu Shuai, while Mu Yi and Long Cen also ran over.

"What's wrong, what's wrong with him, save him." Fu Shuai couldn't stop trembling at this time, his teeth pierced deep into his lips, and bright red blood ** flowed down the corners of his mouth, Duan Jiajun had never seen the unbearable side effects of the user after opening the third-order gene lock, and he thought that Fu Shuai was seriously injured, so he helped Fu Shuai's body**, and then shouted anxiously at Mu Yi and Long Cen.

"It's okay, it's okay, this is a normal phenomenon after opening the third-order gene lock, it will be fine soon, just now Fu Shuai relied on the power raised by the third-order gene lock to successfully kill the necromancer, come, let me come." Saying that, Mu Yi squatted down, pinched Fu Shuai's cheeks with his right hand, forced him to open his mouth, and then stuffed a fairly clean handkerchief into Fu Shuai's mouth to prevent him from biting his tongue.

Since Fu Shuai had just really opened the third-order gene lock in the last horror**, he couldn't bear the pain caused by the side effects like Zhang Cheng and Xiao Wei in a short period of time, but I believe that with Zhang Cheng and Xiao Wei's rich experience as a reference, coupled with unremitting exercise, Fu Shuai will soon be able to overcome it.

Seeing Fu Shuai's trembling body** slowly calming down, and his pale face** gradually regaining its ruddyness, Duan Jiajun relieved himself, he gently put Fu Shuai on the ground, and then stood up angrily, walked to the necromancer's corpse**, and kicked it hard.

After all, because Duan Jiajun has assimilated the alien, the quality of his body has been improved to a certain extent, and the necromancer possesses the body of Ivo, a child, who is relatively thin, Duan Jiajun actually kicked the necromancer's corpse over.

The corpse ** rolled on the ground a few times and stopped at a position a meter away, Duan Jiajun felt that he was still angry, and walked up again to kick a few more kicks, at this time he found that the necromancer still held the charred cross tightly in his hand, and did not let go of it because of the roll just now.

"Huh, dead?* Bad and flattering and scheming Ρ Ρ 埗  Qiao Move  Mi Dong ! The cold suction penetrated into the right hand of the cross from touching it, as if to suck Duan Jiajun's soul into it.∧

"Ahh Duan Jiajun let go of his right hand with a scream, and took a step back with all his might, and because he was too panicked, Duan ?*∫Huangyi] managed to maintain his balance and fell to the ground.

Mu Yi and Long Cen heard ψ that there was something abnormal, so there was something strange about Duan who was sitting on the ground∥. br/>

"Ahh Duan?*"Huan Zhan Pan Locust Jinqi Miao Mother Core Nuo Xiang Sulphur Mantle and Emperor Huang Zhi Than シ suffocation? br/>