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In a trance, Nicholas Chen saw a side-scrolling interface of an action fighting game, where a black-haired man in a leather suit was beating a group of werewolves, and then he was pushed into the darkness by the rushing flames and impacts.

"Fan Renya, you are a!" As if he had broken through a layer of water while diving, Chen Tingzhi opened his eyes and broke through the darkness, and then the first thing he did was to finish the words he hadn't finished before.

Even though he was covered in scars, full of charred black wounds and blood gushing from the neighborhood, Fan Renya did not admit defeat, staggered to his feet, and spewed anger at Chen Tingzhi, who was fixing his hairstyle and looked just a little grizzled: "Bastard! You still dare to say that I am the only one! Kicked me out. ”

"Oh, yes, thanks to your steel, otherwise my house would have collapsed." Chen Tingzhi took a look at his hair, regretfully found that he had changed into an inch hairstyle, glanced at Fan Renya, his pupils shrank slightly, the body of the wolf-headed human body that was punched through the head was so conspicuous.

"The Chimera that came out of the experiment?" Chen Tingzhi asked.

Fan Renya pursed his lips in disgust, kicked the corpse, and said: "No, they are real werewolves, descendants of ancient druids, and like in various folklore, they can infect the attacked people with werewolf venom on their claws and teeth to reproduce offspring." ”

"That's right," Chen Tingzhi walked up to the werewolf, and watched thoughtfully as the hair on this corpse fell off piece by piece and degraded on its own, and the long mouth, nose and fangs retracted little by little, turning into a man of Central Asian race, "They seem to have left with a sudden attack, what should I do next?" ”

"What to do? Hide and heal, of course! These werewolves are not easy to mess with. Fan Renya walked into the half-open hall, found a couch that had been burned, extinguished the flames on it, tore off the leather wrapped on it, and wrapped it around his waist as a fig leaf.

Chen Tingzhi glanced up at the luck on Fan Renya's head, frowned, and said, "No, it's still dark clouds covering the top of the blood light, your death hasn't passed yet." ”

Fan Renya was dressed in pitch black and scarlet at this time, and with the heavy pitch-black luck on his head and the evil dragon turned into Dao blood, he looked very murderous. The dark aura on Chen Tingzhi's head dissipated, indicating that his troubles were over, but Fan Renya continued to suffer.

"Am I not dead? I'm seriously injured right now. Fan Renya nodded, as if she was scared, but the expression on her face was relaxed.

"Well, so you just get out of here and find a place to be killed by these werewolves. We don't know each other at all, goodbye. Chen Tingzhi also nodded at Fan Renya, turned around and stepped on the half-section of the stairs that fell in the hall, and jumped back to the second floor.

"Isn't it, so ruthless?" Fan Renya had just found a fairly stable chair to sit down, and was stimulated by Chen Tingzhi's words, "I saved your life, and I also had a fight with you to help you break through the realm of Taoist qigong!" ”

"So, let's hurry up and hide now," Chen Tingzhi jumped out of the window of the bedroom on the second floor, carrying a suitcase, and threw a change of clothes and a towel for Fan Renya.

Fan Renya wiped the scorched black and blood on his skin with a towel and said at the same time: "When my dad was chasing a scumbag in Deathmatch City before, he found his refuge secret room, where no one should know except me and my dad, let's go and hide there." ”

"One question," Chen Tingzhi looked at the luster on Fan Renya's skin after being wiped with a towel, and found that this guy's physique was really good, he was hit head-on by a rocket, and he healed himself so quickly, "How did you provoke these werewolves who even have bazookas?" ”

"Oh," Fan Renya also noticed Chen Tingzhi's gaze, threw away the towel, reached for the clothes with one hand, and deliberately showed off his muscles with the other hand, "I saw that my self-healing ability and physical fitness are beyond ordinary people, right, I took it from those werewolves." ”

"Bring it? Can this still be used? Chen Tingzhi was a little confused.

Fan Renya replied while dressing: "I said that werewolves are the descendants of ancient druids, but these werewolves have transformed into the underworld in modern times. ”

"Let's go." Chen Tingzhi looked at the increasingly thick bad luck on Fan Renya's head, and knew in his heart that the movements of the two of them were overheard by those werewolves, so it would cause a change in bad luck because Fan Renya said such a thing, but he didn't say anything, turned around and left.

"Wait a minute." Fan Renya turned out his shoe cover from the part of the hall and hallway that was still complete with the other half, but was also full of all kinds of construction waste and coke, and caught up with Chen Tingzhi.

"Yours are still alive?" Glancing at the slippers on his feet, and then at the brand-name leather shoes on Fan Renya's feet, Chen Tingzhi felt a little speechless.

"Let's go, time waits for no one, we have to hide quickly." Fan Renya didn't think too much about it, reached out and patted Chen Tingzhi's shoulder, and took the lead in running.

At the end of the street, a pair of green pupils watched the backs of Chen Tingzhi and Fan Renya go away, raising his ears that were tightly attached to the ground, the werewolf couldn't help but want to grin and whimper, but he still forcibly endured it and turned to leave.

"This luck ......" After following Fan Renya for a while, Chen Tingzhi found that a blood-colored winged tiger with a faint aura in the shape of a tiger appeared on the qi luck column on his head, circling and running.

Glancing at Fan Renya running beside him, Chen Tingzhi looked at the luck of his own looming blue tiger appearance wrapped in the flying black dragon of doom.

"Is Fan Yongjie's luck...... "Dragons give birth to dragons, phoenixes give birth to phoenixes, and the son of the tiger is naturally also a tiger, and the qi luck pillar on Chen Tingzhi's head was instantly coiled into a ball because of the stimulation of the breath of this blood-colored flying tiger, turning into a cyan macaque, and then turning into a cyan dragon, and finally disintegrating into a qi luck pillar again.

"It seems that my luck has not really taken shape and stabilized," Chen Tingzhi looked at his luck with some doubts, "If that macaque is because I once used the Yellow Turban Lux to transform into a clone Hanuman, then what is the matter with that dragon, am I a descendant of the royal family?" ”