The Ten was a traitor from beginning to end, and he also wanted to kill like this group of people.

It's just a pity that his skills are a bit unusual.

Devour, a skill that can only be used once.

As long as he devours a corpse, no matter what it is, he can get the original power of that corpse.

Originally, Number Ten planned to use the function of the invisibility cloak to swallow the corpse of the spirit swordsman.

However, the European emperor of the eleventh made him give up this idea.

As long as his summoning is not consumed, no matter what he becomes, he will inevitably be beaten.

Until now, Ten has finally bared his fangs!

The devouring skill was activated, and the huge spider slowly disappeared, and the smile on Ten's face gradually became presumptuous as he felt the power surging from his body.

He endured it for so long, watched them pretend for so long.

It's finally your turn!

The corpse of the big spider has been digested, and the figure of Number Ten has also changed.

The body became exactly the same as that of a large spider, except that the head still belonged to a human.

The invisibility cloak has long been torn, and the huge figure obscures the sky.

No. 11 only felt his scalp tingle, and looked at No. 10's face in front of him and finally smiled bitterly.

"It's you!"

"Hahaha, it's finally my turn!"

As the words fell, a piece of spider silk suddenly spat out towards the remaining people.

Spider silk is highly poisonous, corroding the bodies of several people almost in the blink of an eye.

However, No. 10 was the only one who left.

"Admit defeat, you have no room to resist!"

No. 11 glanced at the campus and sighed.

"Can you give me a good time?"

"Of course ......"

Before he finished speaking, the red long sword suddenly plunged into the spider's body.

On the thirty-nineth, the English teacher's voice came from behind.

"I'm sorry, I'm undercover!"

Priesthood: Assassin, Skill: Teleportation, Special Effects: A charged attack from behind can be fatal in one hit!

The battle ended with the unwilling eyes of the Ten.

The two big words of victory jumped out, and when the two opened their eyes, they finally breathed a sigh of relief.

No. 11 unbuckled his seat belt and stretched, but he didn't expect the unintentionally arranged back hand to really be used.

Almost, I was almost overturned by No. 10!

Zhang Bei leaned on the recliner and looked at the monitor on the tablet and was silent for a long time.

This werewolf killing can be called a high-quality game for all mankind.

It doesn't matter which side it is, as long as there is a slight mistake, it is impossible to play this kind of ending.

An hour's copy was finished in half an hour.

After thinking for a while, Zhang Bei dialed his secretary's phone.

Meng Chuan, who was far away in Yanjing and took his girlfriend to play, saw the caller ID, and his heart was suddenly cold.

He took a deep breath and clicked Answer.

"I'll send you a video in a minute, and you can upload it to the website that you set up."

Meng Chuan was stunned for a moment: "What else?" ”

Zhang Bei was also stunned, this person is addicted to work?

"No, I'll give you some more tasks?"

"No need, boss, send a video, I'm hanging!"

Zhang Bei looked at the phone that was hung up, and silently added two tasks to Meng Chuan in his heart.

There will be no shortage of meetings before the establishment of a nuclear fusion civilian power plant.

Originally, Zhang Bei didn't plan to get involved in these things, but Meng Chuan's unhealthy atmosphere of not having enough work could not be promoted.

Silently, the next round of planning has added the option of various meetings.

Transmitted the video to Meng Chuan, and Zhang Bei found an acquaintance as soon as he looked up.

Ikefu is walking into the amusement park with a group of people.

Seeing Zhang Bei's lazy figure, he waved his hand to a few people beside him.

A group of people suddenly dispersed to choose their own projects.

Chi Fu sat next to Zhang Bei.

"What about the two little ones?"

Chi Fu sighed: "I hired a nanny to take care of it, and when I finish my busy time, I can take care of the two of them with peace of mind." ”

Zhang Bei touched his chin: "It's really not okay to send me, I'm very idle." ”

Chi Fu glanced blankly: "Don't send it!" ”

The two little ones are obedient and sensible, even if he is busy, he can't give it away.

Zhang Beichang sighed, the plan to acquire his daughter failed, and he didn't know when he would be able to send these two small ones into the human cannon.

The two of them are like two old men, one person on a recliner, holding a cup of tea and chatting.

At this time, outside the amusement park, an emaciated figure walked in.

Ping Xinyu, anesthesiologist at Dingyang Emergency Center.

Although only twenty-five years old, he is already the next scheduled emergency room director.

And the first half of her life can be called someone else's child, and she was admitted to medical university with a full scholarship in high school.

He graduated from Hopkins University with a master's degree and took on the job of an anesthesiologist in the emergency room as soon as he returned to China.

And it's no coincidence that she's coming to the playground today.

After most of the doctors in the hospital had experienced the playground, the psychiatrist sitting in the office remembered that there was an anesthesiologist from the hospital.

As a result, Ping Xinyu, who was idle and panicked on weekdays, was officially assigned the task.

Adhering to the principle that being idle is also idle, on today's rest day, I came to the place where many doctors talked about the change of color.

Looking at the huge amusement park, Ping Xinyu's eyes kept searching.

Even if this is her first time here, she has heard that there is a big man in the medical field hidden here.

The original feeding technique can be sent into the stomach even if the patient is unconscious.

Soon, the figure of the doctor in a white lab coat appeared in her field of vision.

Ping Xinyu's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly walked towards the doctor.

"Hello, is it Wang Qingshan, Doctor Wang?"

The doctor left the visitor in the morgue and turned his head to look at the little girl in front of him.

"It's me, what's the matter?"

"Hello Dr. Wang, I am a new anesthesiologist from Dingyang Central Hospital, and I want to communicate with you this time."

The doctor took a closer look at the little girl in front of him.

"Mentor?"

"Professor Cezandza!"

The doctor narrowed his pupils, and many people may not be familiar with the name.

But as an industry insider, I was impressed by the name.

Cézanza was a devout man who devoted his life to the study of oncology and cytology.

Now he has his own achievements and won the Nobel Prize in Medicine.

"Let's have a meal together at noon, I still have to work now."

The doctor directly agreed, as a student of Professor Cezandza, he was definitely on the same level as him.

The exchange between the two can also collide with sparks, and maybe whoever will be able to produce a paper that will affect the world after the exchange.

Ping Xinyu nodded, didn't continue to bother the doctor, and looked at the big pendulum not far away and walked over.

While there is still time in the morning, simply complete the task and have a good chat with the doctor at noon.

Following the crowd in line, Ping Xinyu quickly put on protective clothing and sat on a chair.

It's just that her eyes are blank, and her brain is still thinking about the problem of noon communication.