Mutant goat chiefs go to the northern slopes to graze every afternoon.
Zhang Zhiyin stepped on it earlier and set up an ambush. The kitten nestled in his T-shirt, rubbing against him, but he honestly didn't make a sound.
Zhang Zhiyin stroked the soft fur on the back of its neck to appease it.
As expected, the goat leader appeared as usual. He ate very carefully and was alert. There seemed to be a layer of blue frost condensed on the two high horns—that was the embodiment of his supernatural power.
Zhang Zhiyin secretly charged up, and when he was unprepared, his eyes narrowed, and a half-meter-long ice cone shot out of his hand, heading straight for the goat's belly.
The goat leader was alert to the danger, a cold air rushed out of his nose, and a layer of ice armor naturally grew out of his abdomen. The shield and the ice cone collided, and both shattered at the same time, but in the next second, the originally shattered ice chips suddenly re-condensed, forming a smaller but harder ice cone, which plunged straight into the goat's soft abdomen that had lost its protection.
This is Zhang Zhiyin's latest new skill - ice control, which can manipulate ice.
The head of the goat suddenly became manic after receiving the injury. It screamed angrily, the surrounding temperature dropped suddenly, and a layer of white frost seemed to condense on the green grass. Zhang Zhiyin also felt that his movements had become sluggish, and the speed of the ice hockey condensation had also slowed down.
He frowned, took out the potion to eliminate the negative effects, and drank it. After a while of warmth, he felt much better.
This small movement disturbed the goat leader.
Its ears moved, and those eyes that flickered with magical blue light instantly looked at Zhang Zhiyin.
All of a sudden, its two cold iron hooves had been placed high above Zhang Zhiyin's head, and it was about to be stepped on in a blink of an eye.
Zhang Zhiyin only had time to throw a hockey puck in a hurry, giving himself a moment to escape.
But still no, he underestimated the speed of the goat leader.
Both are ice elements, both are long-range attacks, and the goat leader is superior in speed. As a boss, its attack damage is not comparable to Zhang Zhiyin. The most terrifying thing is that in reality, fighting against BOSS is not about manipulating the character from a god's perspective to overlook the whole situation, but face to face with each other, fighting for life and death. All kinds of monsters are not composed of data, but real ones, with wild intuition and reactions that Zhang Zhiyin can't match.
Zhang Zhiyin was only able to deal with the goat leader by taking medicine and replenishing blood all the time. His stamina declined rapidly, and he no longer wanted to kill the goat leader. He hoped that he could run back to the safe area smoothly.
He turned around and shot three icicles, one hit and two missed. But at this moment, the goat leader's speed doubled again, and with one sprint, two sharp horns flashing blue cold light rushed straight to Zhang Zhiyin's chest!
Zhang Zhiyin put his hands on his chest, and a thin transparent ice barrier appeared instantly—the glove's own skill, an ice wall.
But only for a second.
A spider-web-like crack appeared on the ice wall, and it shattered. The thick, sharp, black-iron-colored goat's horns were straight up against Zhang Zhiyin's left shoulder.
Blood spattered, and then a layer of ice quickly covered the wound, and that piece of skin was blue-purple like frostbite—the goat leader caused double damage.
Zhang Zhiyin also fell to the ground.
There was an uncontrollable pain in his eyes.
An overwhelming sense of oppression suddenly filled the entire space.
The dizzy Zhang Zhiyin turned his head in doubt, and looked around with great effort, but found nothing unusual. The goat leader in front of him also seemed to sense something, so he quietly retreated, scratching his hoofs restlessly, forming a thick protective covering around himself. First.
The kitten, who had been obediently nestled in the T-shirt, seemed to be unable to bear it any longer, and jumped out at once, with icy blue eyes full of coldness. Its tender red mouth opened, and it spat out a small ice puck—the puck swelled rapidly, and soon became the size of an ordinary football, and attacked the goat leader with a thunderous momentum.
The goat leader had no time to dodge when he was directly hit by the ice ball.
The puck was gone, and the damage didn't stop there.
From the place where it was attacked, its entire body quickly began to freeze, but within thirty seconds, what appeared in front of Zhang Zhiyin was already a sheep-shaped ice sculpture. Then, starting from the inside, the ice sculptures cracked into pieces of broken ice, which fell to the ground and gradually melted.
A dark blue transparent spar rolled down to Zhang Zhiyin's feet. It is the nucleus of the goat leader.
Zhang Zhiyin leaned over to pick up the crystal core with one hand, picked up the kitten with the other, held the little guy in front of his eyes and looked at it.
The kitten looked at him with a look of disapproval.
Zhang Zhiyin put him back in the T-shirt, the kitten took the initiative to put on the neckline, and continued to rub his neck with his small head, as if he was not the one who made great achievements.
Back in the cave it was already dark. A fierce battle took too much energy for Zhang Zhiyin. He simply ate and saw the kitten staring blankly at the cod soup and milk in front of him, without the slightest idea of swearing.
I do not want to eat? no appetite? Picky eaters
Zhang Zhiyin raised his eyebrows, walked over and squatted down and said, "You have to eat well. In this way, you can grow up faster."
The kitten looked at him, but still didn't move.
Zhang Zhiyin had no choice, so he poured some milk from the milk bowl into his hand and handed it over coaxingly: "Eat some? Huh?"
The kitten looked up at his face, and then tilted his head to look at the milk in his hand, as if thinking about something. The bosom friend put out her tongue and licked it.
In the evening, Zhang Zhiyin lay lazily on the ground to count his inventory, and the kitten rolled back and forth on him, desperately trying to grab his attention, and occasionally attack his face. And as time went on, it became more and more obsessed with attachment.
Zhang Zhiyin had no time to deal with it, and occasionally smoothed him with his hands.
The kitten whimpered aggrievedly and looked at him, rubbing its neck against his chin.
"Okay." Zhang Zhiyin had nothing to do with the little animal, and rubbed its back, "You are the best, I like you the most, don't make trouble."
The kitten lay down obediently.
When he was looking at the props store, Zhang Zhiyin realized that his balance was only over 300 yuan. The money was like flowing water. Open source is required under certain conditions.
However, how to open source still needs to be planned.
After thinking about it, Zhang Zhiyin, who couldn't make up his mind, gradually fell asleep.
The kitten also quieted down, jumped off him gently, walked to his face and lay down. The two cat eyes stared at this person extremely intently.
The night was getting darker.
A gust of wind blew, and a man suddenly appeared in the cave. The man was holding a sleeping white kitten in his hand.
He was stunned when he saw the cat next to Zhang Zhiyin's face that looked exactly like his own.
The cat licked Zhang Zhiyin's lips contentedly just now, and there was a hint of contentment in the ice blue eyes. When he felt the invasion of other breaths, he quickly became vigilant, and his clear cat eyes stared at the incoming person with hostility, but he relaxed when he saw the appearance of the man who suddenly appeared, and changed to the usual lazy and arrogant appearance. .
Layton, who was stared at by the cat's eyes, immediately turned around and whispered, "I didn't see anything."
The cat ignored him, jumped off Zhang Zhiyin nimbly, stepped on the catwalk and left the cave like a king. Under the shrouded moonlight and endless night, his body gradually transformed, elongated, and finally changed back to that handsome And unapproachable men. The corners of his white, spotless clothes fluttered in the night wind, and his face was calm without the slightest turbulence, as if he was not the one who turned into a coquettish cat.
Coldness.
He looked back at the young man who was still sleeping, ignored his subordinates, raised his hand slightly, and disappeared in this space without a trace, as if he had never appeared before.
After he left, Layton resumed his movements, and lightly placed the purring real kitten in his hand on the side of Zhang Zhiyin's neck.
The next day, the sky was bright.
Zhang Zhiyin put Yin Xiaoxiang in his T-shirt like yesterday, but Yin Xiaoxiang was very uncooperative. He struggled with his four legs and fell to the ground. He struggled to get up again, and crawled back to Zhang Zhiyin's trousers pocket and stayed there. .
Zhang Zhiyin reluctantly touched its stupid face: "Every day there are new tricks."
Yin Xiaoxiang: "Ow?"
The author has something to say: bosom friend: "Son, you are so powerful?!"
Yin Nian: "..." I am your son's father.