The two rays of light parted again and fell on both sides of the cave, looking at each other in the distance.

By this time, the cave was already in tatters, littered with rubble and dust, and was about to collapse.

The white-haired rat was panting for breath incessantly, his breath was short, his mouth and tongue were dry and cracking, his mind began to be dizzy, and his muscles were sore.

Here comes the sequelae of excessive exercise.

Because of excessive exercise, the intensity of anaerobic respiration exceeds the intensity of aerobic respiration in the metabolic process in the body, which also produces this intermediate product.

As soon as there is too much lactic acid, there will be a build-up of lactic acid in the body, causing local muscle soreness.

There are only two ways to solve this situation, one is to continue aerobic exercise, and the other is to fumigate with hot water.

Both promote the excretion of lactic acid.

But for the current situation, there is nothing the white-haired mouse can do.

But on the other hand, Mei Jun on the other side of it was leisurely, as if nothing had happened, and his breathing was stable, and he didn't have this symptom at all.

Mei Jun's compound eyes were certain, staring at the appearance of the white-haired mouse, and said with a smile: "According to the law of conservation of energy, there should be little energy left in your body, right?"

"Or do you feel that your body is prostration, dizzy, your stomach is squirming wildly, and your whole body is trembling with hunger?"

"For... Why are you okay?"

The white-haired mouse put one hand on the undulating chest, and the soreness in the muscles became more obvious, and even the muscles in the legs began to twitch slightly.

It was all the symptoms that Mei Jun said.

It also shook slightly, its vision flickered and blurred, and it had a very strong hunger pang.

The shriveled pouch in the belly even wanted to devour it!

If it continues like this, it must be defeated!

No, he must be lying to me, it's a fake!

It couldn't believe that a creature doing the same strenuous exercise didn't even breathe.

"Your staying power can't work~"

Mei Jun yawned boredly and took a few steps forward.

He didn't expect this white-haired mouse to die so soon, it was really useless.

To know!

His energy hasn't been released yet!

But no matter how you say it, it's one or two cuts better than the golden cockroach Xiaoqiang, and it's really worthy of being an old mouse that has lived for decades.

He suddenly fell on Xiao Qiang, startling the golden cockroach of the Sunflower family.

"Ancestor, are you okay~" The stammering mouse was about to go up and help the white-haired mouse.

"Don't come here, I haven't lost yet!" but it muttered.

Its voice now sounded like a hoarse old smoking gun, breathing in exhaustion.

The sequelae caused its body to need a lot of oxygen to get rid of this predicament, but the true qi in its body was almost gone.

But... It wants to gamble, and the situation of betting on Mei Jun is similar to it, he is just using a special magic to confuse it.

But Mei Jun could only let it down.

His devouring ability can absorb the carbon dioxide produced in the body and convert it into energy, improving the efficiency of energy use.

And he also has a respiratory system in his body - the trachea.

This special respiratory system, which originates from insects, can be carried anywhere on the body.

If you look closely, there are countless small holes in his body that are relaxing, which is the valve.

These valves absorb large amounts of oxygen from the surrounding air and transport them to the trachea, which in turn transports them to the microtrachea, which then enters the bloodstream.

"Throw in the towel! ”

Mei Jun is slowly coming, this is a victorious gesture.

Arrogant.

The white-haired mouse hung his head, did not speak, did not look at him, but his ears were distinguishing the sound of approaching footsteps.

It still has the last breath of true qi, and it is also the last bargaining chip.

It puts this chip all in one bet.

But in front of Mei Jun, the terrifying terrifying Homo erectus, its bet will be null and void.

After all, there are nine cheats out of ten, and there is one lost.

Ten more steps... Nine Steps... Eight Steps...

It counted silently, and its heart was beating at a nearly steady rate, albeit very fast.

Mei Jun's footsteps didn't stop, his body was squirming, he was still mimicking...

In the fight just now, he hadn't used all his strength.

And then there's the moment of despair.

The end of the creep...

It was a pitch-black alien mantis.

The monstrous spikes grow on a body that is streamlined and in line with the motor structure.

He seems to be the predator of the void, able to escape into the void, when the prey is desperate, stretch out a pair of extremely sharp mantis arms, and then happily harvest the head of the prey.

He moved.

When a dragonfly points to water, his steps are like dragonflies touching water.

Meantime.

A terrible aura!

But the white-haired mouse didn't even have time to react, and just raised his head, and his clenched fist only stretched out a little.

It has no strength.

But an extremely sharp mantis arm was across its throat, and another was against its back.

I saw that the mantis arm of the throat shook slightly, and the cold light flashed.

A handful of white hairs with a lot of sweat spots fell off and covered the ground with dust.

But it didn't want to die.

But his life was threatened, his whole body was trembling, his bones were terrified, and even cold sweat broke out in his hair.

The throats were choked by something nameless.

In this one of the bets that it thinks still has a chance to win.

It lost as a matter of course.

"What kind of monster are you..."

"Man, a man who wants to be a man again... Anyone who stands in the way is Lao Tzu's enemy, you know? Little Mouse~"

The bone-chilling blade gently slapped against its cheek, and the cold hairs on its face exploded instantly.

"I want to live, can I?"

It didn't get an answer, but heard him laugh.

But it's afraid, it's afraid of death.

It was afraid that his laughter would be a death trumpet, a hell's smile, a devil's temptation...

Because dead, there is nothing left, everything is lost.

"Then it's good for you, after all... Lao Tzu is not a devil..."

These syllables are transmitted into its cochlea and are quickly fed back into the fast brain.

But a series of symptoms struck suddenly, nausea, vomiting, palpitation, shortness of breath, shortness of breath, rapid and weak heartbeat, and finally confusion.

"Bang!"

The white-haired mouse's pupils gradually dilated, and the back of its head tilted abruptly and fell to the ground.

Mei Jun originally wanted to use the lack of oxygen to amplify the fear in the white-haired mouse's heart, but as a result, the control of the devouring ability was not enough, and the air around it was accidentally drained.

This is a real suffocation.

"Ahh Why did it fall so quickly?"

He picked at the rat under his feet, scratched his head in annoyance, and hurriedly relieved his devouring ability to return the air around him to normal flow.

"Don't die, funny little mouse. ”

After all, he is also a rat lover, although his favorite is dipped in egg liquid, wrapped in breadcrumbs, and fried back and forth two or three times in piping hot wide oil, the kind that the child next door can cry greedily.

But it's better to sprinkle cumin and spread a layer of chili flakes...

"Hey, that stuttering rat over there, come and help your ancestor. ”

The stammering mouse was stunned for a moment, originally it thought about it when the white-haired mouse fell to the ground, but because of the fear in his heart, he didn't dare to stretch out his trembling legs.

But under Mei Jun's terrifying gaze, it had to temporarily overcome the fear in its heart.

"Oh... Come... Here it comes. ”