The dense crowd is getting closer and closer to Xiang Lan, but Xiang Lan, who is sitting still, seems to have no reaction, if he is swallowed by the crowd, the result is self-evident, and the sticky meat sauce on the ground is the best explanation. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Some noisy noises were completely incapable of attracting Xiang Lan's attention, even if it was centered on the night shortage. The important thing is that the crowd is stacked on top of each other, and when you look at the place where you look at Lan, you can't find the slightest trace of the night's lack at all.

Xiang Lan's eyes were attracted by the ball not far away.

The ball was trampled on the ground, and he was not content with the status quo all the time, he kept resisting, and the resistance was particularly fierce.

Scratching, scratching, thrashing, hitting. Using all the body language, it is simply to get rid of the big foot on the chest, but that foot is like Optimus Prime, no matter how hard the ball tries, it still can't move the slightest, and occasionally increases the intensity of the step, and several times the ball almost vomits blood in depression.

The crisp sound of cracking ribs sounded more than once, and although the pain was still acceptable, the wail in the mouth was essential. Years of experience have taught the ball that when you are bullied and oppressed, weakness and obedience minimize the damage to your body.

While pretending like this, the ball also felt faintly strange, as if it was becoming more and more unfamiliar with his body.

Like just starting out of the laboratory, you can't have a specific form at all, this beginning can scare yourself enough, like some random bend or more outrageous spread into a big puddle of mud, although it is unbelievable, but after a lot of times, I will slowly begin to get used to it.

I've never seen such a mess as a monster.,On the contrary, I was a little happy in my heart.,At least the current body is countless times stronger than the original ordinary.,Sometimes it's a little uncontrollable.,But it didn't affect himself too much.。

In the final analysis, it can only be the omnipotent Kunos group that causes his own state.

It doesn't matter if it's weird, the more times I've seen it, I'll get used to it, just become powerful, at least I don't have to succumb to the feet of others with the body of an ordinary person like the original.

The most important thing is that the male style that I was proud of in the past has become unpredictable, and if so, it will be a bit more than worth the loss.

The physical changes still made the ball a little unable to adapt for a while, but I remember that when I escaped, my whole body was as soft as dough, and after my careful taste, I couldn't find the location of my bones at all, and it was no wonder that there was nothing to spread out to reduce the damage

I still feel a little strange that I can't feel the existence of bones, but I can still maintain my form. The ball thought about it very carefully, and the hardness of that thing didn't seem to require the existence of bones, and it hadn't been scrapped yet.

But now, I can clearly hear that under the strong pressure, my bones are broken at the roots, and I can clearly feel the pain caused by the broken bones, which is many times better than when I was in an ordinary body. The miserable wail was pretended by himself, otherwise with this level, I don't know how many times I had passed out.

From the body of an ordinary person to the seemingly boneless, I finally stepped on it and just got used to this state, but suddenly all the bones jumped out, it was still the kind of hurt, the change came too fast, the ball felt a little confused, and there were too many discomforts.

This kind of change has just been discovered, is it a mutation?

When I thought of this kind of professional term, I felt a little nervous, and I thought that I seemed to have been brought out of the research institute by Ye Qian, and I was suddenly relieved, well, everything was pounded by Kunos.

But it's okay, it's not so weird, as for whether it's strong or not, the ball stretches its neck hard.

It's not bad, the degree of softness hasn't changed.

The ball's neck was constantly extending, and he put his head on the calf that stepped on his big foot on his chest, and it looked like his neck had more than doubled that of an ordinary person.

Stabilize his position, then open his mouth with an effort, and suddenly lean his head over, aiming for the tight calf muscles that were wrapped in the uniform.

It's going to be on, bite it hard, and through that layer of uniform, the ball's teeth can clearly feel the hardness of the opponent's muscles.

I can't bite it at all, it's like holding a piece of iron in my mouth, and I can't put my teeth in my mouth.

The teeth in the mouth are faintly sore, the ball is not discouraged, does not believe that the whole body can be as hard as iron, one bite after another, continuously extending from the calf upwards.

Each bite will leave a lot of saliva on the uniform, and as soon as you leave, you can pull out the long strands on your lips.

It starts at the calves and spreads to the thighs, and even has a feeling of hitting the waist. If no one stops it, maybe the ball's saliva will get the opponent all over the body.

Not only are the heads working, but the arms are not idle.

Like an eraser, the arms are also constantly extended, longer and longer, the clenched fists hit all over the opponent's body, and the thumping sound confirmed that the ball was not ordinarily strong, but the opponent did not react and did not move, just glanced at it, as if giving the other party a free massage.

didn't take care of the ball's harassment of himself, his eyes were still in the ravages of his companions against the night, and his occasional slight frown looked particularly impatient。。。。。。

In the distance, you can faintly hear the horns of cars, and you can vaguely see the slightest bit of light shining in the darkness or shooting into the sky.

Such a scene is a little distant, but it is real.

The sudden sound and sight made the movement pause, and he only glanced sideways slightly at the light that was far away but shot into the sky.

It's completely inconceivable that such a scene would appear in such a place, since the establishment of the institute, few people have come, let alone the appearance of that long lantern dragon. It will never be an action within the group, and as a member of the group, it is impossible to have an action of this magnitude without a little news.

But all this has nothing to do with himself, the doctor's order has long been deeply rooted in his mind, even if he doesn't care at all, there will be the doctor's familiar voice reminding him all the time.

After just glancing at the side, he still danced his arms quickly, and wanted to pump on the night shortage, but the other party was extremely dishonest like a loach, although the space was limited, but he could also flicker left and right freely, whenever the arm was about to approach the body, he could always turn sideways slightly in time, let the arm pass by, and draw the folks with teeth and claws into two pieces very evenly.

Every time the arm with the severed palm was jerked over, the remaining palm shot at the night from a very tricky angle.

Urgent and ruthless, you can dodge, but you can't succeed every time.

Many times the cold flashed, and there were always some new wounds on Ye Qian's body, which were neither big nor deep, but they couldn't stop the bleeding.

Originally, relying on physical fitness, a wound of this size could be completely healed in a short time, but almost all over the body was soaked in the enthusiastic mucus of the villagers, not only did the wound not have the slightest sign of healing, but the wound was contaminated with the fishy mucus, and I always felt that the loss of strength in the body was getting faster and faster.

Every time he successfully injured the night, there would always be a trace of blood left in the palm, no matter how much, the owner of the palm would always stretch out his narrow tongue and lick it all into his mouth without reservation, and the corners of his eyes trembled slightly, and he would throw his arm out again.

After all, the damage given by a single palm knife is limited, and after a long time, it is inevitable that some impatient looks will be revealed.

But the brows had just wrinkled, and a touch of curvature quietly hung on the corners of his mouth.

The severed arm smacked the ground, but it touched a hard object.

Nothing else, the broken palm.

It was thrown hard by the night shortage, and it was inserted into the solid ground after penetrating many people.

Hard and sharp.

The entire arm was slashed from the edge of the hand knife, but there was no scar, but the palm inserted in the ground disappeared strangely.

The broken part of the arm that fluttered in the air began to connect with the palm that was rolled up and aired.

From the fracture, many tiny flesh-colored threads burst out, wrapping the palm of his hand steadily, and quickly dragging it back.

The silk thread became a layer of minced meat at the fracture, but after a few squirms, it retreated.

As the threads re-entered the arm, the scars from the fractures disappeared without a trace.

If you retract the arm back to its original length, it is a very ordinary hand, a hand that has not been injured at all.

The corners of his mouth turned up again, and he waved his restored hand at the crowd.

It doesn't tear the body into pieces like a strong whipping, it has a very neat facet, and after a few difficult squeezing steps, the body slowly slides off and separates.

The dancer's arm, again piercing straight through, is very good, the penetration effect is very good, at least there are four heads strung on the arms.

Withdrawing his hand, his eyes narrowed slightly, and when he danced his arm again, the two hand knives stabbed at Ye Que's head in unison。。。。。。。

The ball is constantly resisting on the ground, and its limbs and head are stretching and elongating, just to be able to effectively attack the character who is stepping on him, so as to get himself out of the predicament.

The dancing of the limbs and the gnawing of the head, the extended parts dancing in the air, the form is almost exactly the same as attacking the night shortage, but it lacks that sharp reliance, relying on the fists to the flesh.

There were a lot of attacks, but there were no substantial breakthroughs.

Occasionally, a long body crosses in front of the other person's eyes, always causing disgruntled glances.

And every time at this time, the ball can always feel a strong vibration coming from the big foot in the chest, and the spirit is confused, and there is a feeling that the body is shattered from the inside.

The palms of the hands swayed weakly, and a loud mouth rang out in the night sky.

The body is still unmoving, but a clear five-finger mark has been left on the clean face.

The brows locked together instantly, and before he could even say a word, he raised the foot on his chest in the stunned eyes of the ball.

The air around his feet was blurry, and even the boots he was wearing began to crumble.

The high-frequency vibration seems to be somewhat similar to the lack of night.

Only at this moment, the eyes of the ball were full of horror。。。。。。