Apocalypse Rebirth: Chief, Don’t Move!

"Yes, Miss!" said the stout man and strode away with the paper.

An Ning leaned on the sofa as if she were tired, and the position she was sitting in was not exactly where Wen Ruyu had just sat?

Immediately turned his head slightly, squinted his eyes and smelled the other odors that did not exist in the sand, but An Ning seemed to sniff something, and chuckled, and then the white face kept rubbing on the sofa as if Into the arms of that person.

"Wen Ruyu, Wen Ruyu, believe me, I really love you. Everything was forced. I shot and killed you. If you love me so much, you won't blame me, right?"

The voice is like the whisper of the lover, and the calm and deep eyes reveal a bloody madness and inevitability that cannot be concealed.

There has never been anything in this world that she couldn't get at peace. Wen Ruyu used to be fond of her by her calculations, and now it is the same.As long as he marries him, she must use his power to hide the power of the old woman. By then, the entire China will be in the hands of her and Wen Ruyu, and no one can contain her.

In the area where the poultry is far away from the Snowflake Base, a group of people are talking with hundreds of grimaceous faces, the body is fat and has a smelly saliva, and even with the huge body full of folds, the saliva is splashing everywhere Yes.

But unfortunately standing at this time, when a 20-year-old man was clearly chopping toward the mutated pig full of pleats with a machete, the knife was directly caught by the wrinkle and his feet pressed hard The body of the mutant fat pig, which is bigger than a toilet, pulled out the knife vigorously, even hitting the thick fat with the power in his hand. I saw that the fat spreaded wave after wave. Its power is like a stone entering the lake, as if it had never had any effect on the mutated pig with fangs and a fold.

But be aware that this 20-year-old man is an eighth-level ability, and the mutant pig is only eighth-level.

Hey, maybe it really hurt the mutant pig. Unexpectedly, the huge neck was flicked, and even the saliva was flung directly on him.

"I wipe, I'm stinking!" The man thought he could bear it, but after all, he shouted like he couldn't help.

It was also at this time that the knife was finally pulled out.

There were tears in his heart, and there were hundreds of mutant pigs standing behind densely, waiting for them to break through, but look at it now, even he can't even get a flat-level mutant pig!

Other people naturally think the same way. At this time, they only knew that they were really overwhelming. Although they knew that the most direct way was to chop their heads, but the mutated pig was not a fool. Then what about waiting for him to chop?

Coupled with huge long fangs and saliva and the ability to spit out in the mouth, it is difficult to cut the head, even close to the head, so you can only retreat and cut it.

As a result, the thick pleats were able to clamp his machete.

Mom, if you go on like this, they have to be eaten by the mutant pigs.

If you can’t do it, you can only run the road. They don’t want the later part of the crystal nucleus, which is better than leaving your life here.

Who knows that as they each held the idea of ​​being ready to escape, a huge wave of energy came from behind them.