Chapter 451 is coming! Die together!

After waking up again, the short period of confusion passed quickly, perhaps the way of death determined the next state of resurrection, headache, almost standing firm is an extremely difficult thing, at this time Zhang Yinyuan felt that there seemed to be an invisible big hand in his brain, pinching his brain, like pinching a puff of brine tofu that had just been ordered, and the strength of his hand was not small. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ。

But fortunately, the strong will honed after a lot of battles still made him make a choice quickly before the other party came.

Ducking into a room, he broke into a large yard with a large number of fruit trees, ran to the corner of the wall in one go, kicked away a large dry branch, and a wide dog hole appeared in front of him.

Looking at this familiar dog hole, he smiled.

"Haha." They crawled out of the dog hole before the other party entered the orchard, and ran wildly in one direction.

(The building here is a village, which I am familiar with...) Did I choose the battlefield and he had weapons? That's why my gun can't shoot bullets? The dizzy head made him lose his balance and fall after running a few steps, and he was covered in dirt in a few strokes, and his flaming red suit was covered in filth.

(Wait, was it because I didn't fantasize about a bullet last time?) Yes, a gun is a gun, a bullet is a bullet... Try again... Pistol.. Bullet.. A familiar silver-white desert eagle pistol appeared in his hand, and Zhang Yinyuan stumbled heavily.

(The current state of the body is the same as when I was mortal...) As soon as the hand flipped over, a delicate magazine appeared, and one was filled into the gun, and the safety was opened, and a shot was fired at the earthen wall in front of it.

"Click." The sound of the trigger being pulled sounded, but the pitch-black muzzle of the gun did not respond.

(What's the situation?。。。 Yes.. My head hurts. There is almost no ability to think in this state.。。 Covering his forehead, Zhang Yinyuan's face was distorted and he could barely look directly, and the sharp pain and the disappointment after guessing wrong made him a little unbearable.

(What should I do?) What exactly is the reason? Is it really me who chooses the battlefield and he has weapons? It shouldn't be.。。 That's right.. This way.. Yes.. This way! If this is the case, then ... Zhang Yinyuan gritted his teeth, his eyes were bloodshot, and he turned his head to look in one direction, faintly visible, a building shrouded in a huge steel canopy, revealing a fiery red foot.

Faintly, the simplified Chinese character on the side of the canopy: 化, is clearly visible.

Zhang Yinyuan stumbled forward, and after 3 minutes, the violent blood loss made him almost unsustainable, but it was closer, closer, closer and closer.

Finally, when Zhang Yinyuan hit a machine headlong on the concrete floor, a joking voice came in his ears, and then he felt an afterimage flash, and his body subconsciously wanted to dodge, but the severe headache delayed his reaction.

In the next moment, the familiar coldness pierced through his abdomen, nailing him directly to the machine, and the continuous penetrating pain made him let out a miserable scream, and the voice was so terrible that even the bow bearer showed a smile of enjoyment, so much so that he ignored the gentle key sound from behind Zhang Yinyuan.

"I can really run. Where are you going? He walked slowly, Zhang Yinyuan's eyes had begun to blur, he had lost too much blood, his head was too painful, and he felt that he was about to become incontinent.

A sharp arrow appeared in his hand again, and gently stepped forward, piercing the flesh, and the triangular arrow broke through the skin, slicing the muscle, and in a sickly laugh, pressed against the fragile sternum!

"Oh, it looks like you're an untrained person."

The arrow slowly scraped across Zhang Yinyuan's chest, and the friction between metal and bone brought a shuddering pain, and Zhang Yinyuan suddenly opened his eyes, with infinite pain and unspeakable ferocity in his eyes.

Looking at the glint in Zhang Yinyuan's eyes, the bow-wielding man who covered his face under the mask let out a soft sneer.

"My little baby, don't look at me like that, I'm too familiar with this look, but you're really good at running, whether you're tired of running, let's take a break, obediently let me let the soul of you you kill disperse, isn't it good to accept your memory? How many times have you escaped like this? Everyone's spirit has a limit ... ”

As he was talking, a clear liquid slowly flowed out along the tube in Zhang Yinyuan's hand, exuding a pungent breath, he sniffed lightly, and was just about to say something, suddenly his eyes were full of horror, and his body retreated violently, but he was unexpectedly stepped on the hem of the robe by Zhang Yinyuan, stumbled, and almost fell, it was such a delay, Zhang Yinyuan stared at his red eyes, like a hungry beast, pulling the long pipe, and pounced fiercely! Let out a hearty shout!

"Pretend to be Nima B! Let's die together! ”

A piece of burning firewood appeared in his hand like this, Zhang Yinyuan laughed, and in the other party's unbelievable eyes, he poked the end of the burning fire into the liquid that flowed out!

The flames instantly went deep into the earth along the gas pipe, and a bright spark suddenly erupted on the machine with 93# written on the back, and the next moment, the whole earth was trembling! The sky-high flames and sky-piercing explosions tear everything to shreds!

When he opened his eyes again, Zhang Yinyuan felt as if he had been stuffed into a medicine mortar, and he had been hit hundreds of times by a huge medicine pestle, and his whole body was in severe pain.

"Ahh He couldn't help but let out a low cry and bent down, but he accidentally hit his head on a machine in front of him, which made his headache worse, rubbing his head that almost looked like it was about to crack, and trying to roll his eyes to see what it had hit.

"Medium. . . Country... Stone... Change... Dry! How do I get in the gas station? I didn't work at a gas station, did I? "Throw away the gas hose in your hand.

"Ahh It hurts! I'm here's what's going on! Before Zhang Yinyuan could smooth out his memory in the severe pain, he heard a miserable scream, a head shaved into a big bald scoop, but he left a pigtail-like braid at the back of his head near the neck The guy patted his head and sat up, wearing a strange mask, unable to see his face, but his painful scream made Zhang Yinyuan can't help but look sideways.

"! Big brother, you're dressed like this... Are you going to the palace? Even though Zhang Yinyuan's head hurt to death, he was still stunned by the other party's dress that seemed to have crossed out of the palace fighting drama that said 'I am Qing Dynasty'.

"You are..." The other party pinched the muscles on his body and got up, and just as he was about to say something, the pair of wrinkled eyes under the mask that were twisted because of the physical pain suddenly sharpened, and the chilling killing intent that came out of it instantly made Zhang Yinyuan's hair stand on end.

"Phew! Die! A roar made Zhang Yinyuan, whose cognition was still within the range of a normal person at this time, be taken aback, and the other party grabbed it in the air like a trick, and a heavy machete appeared directly in the other party's hand.

"! What superpower is this Nima? A subconscious sentence of spit blurted out.

Before Zhang Yinyuan could react, the other party took a big leap and slashed down unreasonably with a knife, because the action was so fast and the facts were too bizarre, poor Zhang Yinyuan didn't react, he felt that the big knife had smashed his collarbone, cut the ring, cut into the lung cavity, and cut the internal organs.

"Ah!!h The terrible scream sounded, stimulated by the severe pain that Zhang Yinyuan had never experienced in his life, his heart beat heavily, and then, a large string of memories came one after another, like a torrent composed of fragments, and instantly rushed into Zhang Yinyuan's mind, which was almost directly opened.

In the moment of life and death, these fragmented memories are fused together at an unprecedented speed.

(This is...) I am... Zhang Yinyuan! I'm a flint! I'm a contractor! ）

(This is the soul space that he and I have built together!) ）

(What's the principle here?) I don't know... Damn it! I don't know! ）

(But!) The surprise and pain in Zhang Yinyuan's eyes skyrocketed at the moment when the memory returned!

"Hiss... A series of hissing sounds came from the broken throat, and it was a thick piece of firewood, with a raging firelight, under Zhang Yinyuan's desperate blow, it punctured the gas pipe, and in the desperate eyes of the other party, Zhang Yinyuan tried his last bit of strength, and grabbed the opponent's collar with his other hand, and the bloody teeth exuded a fishy smell like a fierce beast, and the pain was hideous.

In the sound of the skyrocketing fire, Zhang Yinyuan's roar sounded.

"Just die together!"