At the moment when he felt that the bayonet was about to stab into his body, Wang Hao suddenly moved his body to the side, avoiding the vital part of the heart.

But the two bayonets still ran down the ribs and lower abdomen, stabbing into Wang Hao's upper body, and with two snorts, the bayonet passed through the body without hindrance, until it reached the handle.

The half-cut bayonet that rose from the back of his body plunged into the dirt behind him, almost nailing Wang Hao to the ground, and the blade shook violently, opening two terrifying wounds in Wang Hao's chest and abdomen.

The knife finally succeeded after working for a long time, sneering and pressing his knee against Wang Hao's pelvis, and the other hand stuck Wang Hao's neck, bending down to pull out the knife, ready to cut his throat.

He didn't have time to wait for Wang Hao to bleed too much and die, thinking of that porcelain doll-like new human girl, he was full of ** flames.

A large amount of blood flowed out of Wang Hao's wounds, staining his upper body blood-red, Wang Hao was lying on the ground, his body was nervously twitching, and there were streams of blood foam coming out of his mouth, and he didn't even have the strength to struggle, so he could only stare at the two distracted eyes and look at the sky blankly.

Seeing that Wang Hao no longer had the strength to resist, the knife was about to draw the knife, but at the same time he diverted his attention from Wang Hao, raised his head and looked at the dream that was close at hand, revealing a cruel smile.

"Let it cool you off right away!" The knife held the handle of the bayonet.

At the moment when the knife bent down and drew the knife and brought his body close to Wang Hao, there was a sudden change!

Wang Hao, who looked like a dead fish just now, suddenly refocused his eyes again, and smiled at the knife.

"What?"

The knife was stunned, and before he could figure out why this guy was so badly injured and still smiled at himself like no one, a heart-piercing pain came from his abdomen.

Wang Hao's right fist swung violently, and he slammed his fist at close range, smashing under the ribs of the knife.

"Pounce!" There was a muffled sound, and the collapse fist with the first-order power shook the huge body of the knife upwards in place. The smile before the knife condensed on his face, and turned into a color of pain.

"Pounce!" Wang Hao punched the knife in the chest again, and the huge power contained in the fist was not at all like what a person who had lost too much blood and was stabbed twice could send out. Even if this person has first-order strength, it can't be.

And the knife that originally pounced on Wang Hao was directly knocked over by these two punches.

His body bent in pain, like a boiled prawn, his mouth was mixed with blood foam, and he kept making the sound of a lotus, but he was completely speechless. Due to the strong congestion, the two eyes even protruded from the sockets, and the eyes that looked at Wang Hao were full of negative emotions such as incredulity, shock, and fear.

Wang Hao was not happy, the wound in his chest and abdomen was too big, and the two punches just now involved the wound, and there was a burst of heart-piercing pain.

After half a minute, Wang Hao let out a long breath, tightly held the handle of the military thorn that was still inserted in his stomach, pulled the military thorn out of his body little by little, and then gritted his teeth and sat up with difficulty on the ground supported by one hand.

Looking down, the two wounds on the lower abdomen of the chest had begun to heal, and a faint layer of flesh had grown at the very edge. Although the wound was healing, there was still a pain that made people want to die.

"It's good to hurt a little, and if it hurts, it means that you are still a person, not a vampire."

Wang Hao hissed and inhaled the cold air, touched the wound that had begun to heal, and sat on the ground weakly.

Half a meter beside him, the knife that was still fierce just now, ready to kill Wang Hao, was already out of breath and less in breath, and his limbs occasionally shook twice like spasms, and the luster in the eyes of the two dead fish gradually dimmed.

Just now, Wang Hao relied on his body's strong recovery ability and hematopoietic ability, deliberately lured the knife to stab himself twice at close range, and then hit two punches in a row, which had completely shattered the knife's organs. Especially in the second punch, Wang Hao hit him directly in the left chest and heart, even if he has the recovery ability of a new human, if his heart is broken, he will die and cannot die again.

Looking at the knife that was about to die, Wang Hao frowned.

Whether it is a new human being or an old human being, as long as there are people, this kind of life-and-death struggle has never been lacking.

But in the new era, how many old humans are there on the whole earth? Million? Million? Why is it that at such a time when the race is almost wiped out, there are still people like this who have to attack their own kind, or even put them to death?

In the old world, with power and money, you can wantonly harm your own kind of people, even without being punished by the law. And in the new world, everything about living things is magnified nakedly, and superpowers become the passports of the privileged.

As a guy who has to work hard to become stronger in order to survive, the reason why Wang Hao thinks this is not because of any compassionate philosophers, but because he feels a pity.

Although the knife has superpowers, he is still an old human, and his blood cannot be drunk by himself. In other words, as a pure-blooded human, he can only gain strength by sucking the blood of vampires, and although the knife has the ability to control this with weapons, he is still an old human, and even if he drinks his blood, he can't get any ability.

"It's a bit of a waste."

Wang Hao looked at the knife that was about to die, and shook his head regretfully, this guy in front of him, but the real weapon control ability, although I don't know how many levels, but this kind of auxiliary ability is very rare, even if it is the lowest level, with his agility and strength, it is also absolutely terrifying, even if he encounters a new combat-type human, he can fight it completely.

It's a pity that he is an old human who is a serious old human, and he can't draw strength from his blood.

Thinking of this, Wang Hao's heart suddenly sprung up with a thought that made him a little scared: if he could draw strength by absorbing the blood of the old human, would he drink the blood of the knife!!

It's a terrible thought, and Wang Hao himself is not sure what kind of choice he will make if he really has this kind of opportunity.

Just as he was thinking about it, the handcuffs in his hand suddenly moved.

Dream has been extremely quiet in the fight just now, and it can even be described as calm, and I don't know if this girl is scared silly or if she has really seen a lot of big worlds, so she doesn't care about this kind of small scene.

After hearing Wang Hao say "It's a pity", Meng struggled to stand up, showing the two fangs at the corners of his mouth, and dragged Wang Hao to move in the direction of the knife.

"You're going to drink his blood?" Wang Hao was a little puzzled by Meng's behavior, in his impression, Dream seemed to be more resistant to human blood, how could he suddenly want to drink blood today? This is even more strange when I have fed her blood just now.

Wang Hao had a flash of inspiration, could it be that the dream was not unwilling to drink blood, but unwilling to drink his own blood, but there was no resistance to the blood of other old humans?

Dream still looked so mysterious and didn't speak, nodded first, shook his head again, and dragged Wang Hao, who was handcuffed to him.

"I said you're not dumb, why don't you want to speak?"

Wang Hao had no choice but to climb to the side of the knife that was almost out of breath, then turned around and waved his hand: "Drink, drink." ”

said this, but in fact, I was not happy in my heart. Wang Hao was very reluctant to see the dream in front of his eyes, like other vampires, greedily and cruelly drinking the blood of an old human.

Even if she really wanted to drink it, Wang Hao was willing to let her drink her own blood.

Soon, there was the faint sound of fangs biting into the skin and muscles behind him, as well as the last few gasps of the knife before dying.

Wang Hao tried not to think about what he looked like when he dreamed of sucking blood, and focused his attention on his lower abdomen, the two holes that were pierced.

Around the wound in the lower abdomen, a circle of granulations has grown, and the inside of the stomach is also itchy, eighty percent of the internal organs and intestines that have been stabbed or something, and they have also begun to recover.

Wang Hao even stabbed the wound twice with one finger very cheaply, the wound was very large, it was not a problem to put one finger in, and the feeling of being able to feel his intestines was very strange.

However, seeing these two explosions, I am afraid that they can easily put into the wound of a mobile phone, Wang Hao is still afraid for a while, the weapon is too terrifying, obviously there is only a military thorn less than one centimeter thick and three or four centimeters wide, and it actually left such a big wound on his body.

If he hadn't dodged the fatal stab to the heart just now, even if the bayonet was a little closer to the heart, he would probably have hung up on the spot even if his recovery ability was ten times stronger.

Taking advantage of the dream of sucking blood, Wang Hao recalled the fight with the knife just now. Aside from the previous moves that seemed to be gorgeous but actually had no effect, at other times, every time the knife struck, the military spur was shaking slightly at a high-speed frequency that was almost difficult to capture with the naked eye, and as long as it touched his body, even if it was just a rub, it would produce a huge wound, resulting in a large amount of blood loss.

It's hard to imagine that if the weapon is controlled to an extremely high level, the power will be great to the depth, can it emit sword energy??

Wang Hao was thinking wildly, his shoulder sank, and he was gently patted by Dream behind him.

"Finished sucking?" Wang Hao's tone was a little rushed, and he turned his head unhappily.

As soon as he turned around, before he could speak, Wang Hao saw a flower in front of him.

A smell with the girl's unique body fragrance came to his face, and before Wang Hao could make any moves, a warm and moist feeling came from his lips.

Wang Hao's mouth was blocked by a small mouth!

Wang Hao's brain was short-circuited instantly, and he was directly stunned.

At the moment when Wang Hao was stunned, the mouth on the other side actually stretched out a small tongue even harder, and the warm tongue instantly pried open Wang Hao's teeth. Immediately afterwards, a stream of ** liquid flowed from that small mouth into Wang Hao's mouth, and flowed down his throat into his stomach.

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