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Wan Qiang's system seems to be an immortal body in a fairy tale. Whenever he is severely injured, his recovery ability can be accelerated by a point. If the middle-aged Xiao Jing is willing to stop and look at Wan Qiang carefully, he will find that Wan Qiang is now His height has grown from a little over two meters in the past to around two meters and ten centimeters now, a full ten centimeters taller.
Wan Qiang was sealed to death in the grain depot by the flames, thinking that today he was completely buried, and this is the place where he was buried. The repeated trials of life and death made him less afraid of death.
The pain from the flames made him go crazy. Hundreds of thousands of bags of grain were seen in his eyes. Seeing these grains, Wan Qiang forgot the pain on his body. If he doesn't eat for a few days, he will starve to death. His body is thin and thin. Wan Qiang is different. No matter how hungry he is, he will not lose flesh.
Sometimes tortured by hunger, he wanted to rush out to eat people, and every time he condensed his clarity during the mutation process so that he didn't take the next step.
Seeing these grains, Wan Qiang felt a kind of happiness. He died in the grain depot. For a guy like him who was struggling with hunger every day, it was really a kind of luck.
As the grain was burning in the flames, Wan Qiang rushed into the pile of grain and buried his body deeply in it. It was a coincidence that the rice buried him like grains of sand, cut off the air, and he was not suffocated. Death, the flames on his body were extinguished first.
He was not lucky, he knew that he was still in the sea of fire, and if it was extinguished now, it would still burn him later, hiding in the grain, he opened his mouth wide and swallowed the rice in his mouth, without chewing it It fell into his stomach, and when he swallowed the rice, he felt his stomach, which had never been functioning normally, start at full speed.
No matter how much grain, it fell into the stomach and turned into sand that fell into the sea, without even bubbling. Wan Qiang swallowed the rice, wondering at the same time, at his speed, he ate at least tens of hundreds of catties of rice, Why does it still feel like I haven't eaten anything
There is no feeling in the stomach, the burning burn on the body seems to be much better, and the resistance to temperature has also increased. The high temperature outside bakes the pile of rice like a sealed large water tank for roasting sweet potatoes. Wan Qiang hiding inside is baking at high temperature. After roasting, I felt as if I was in a sauna, but fortunately, it was far from unbearable.
For the time being, his life is not in danger. Wan Qiang was a glutton, eating rice crazily. In the end, his throat became an hourglass, his teeth lost their function, and he could swallow countless rice into his stomach.
When the flame slowly burned to the inside of the grain, countless grains were burned into charcoal-like things, slowly roasting his skin, Wan Qiang didn't care whether he was suffering in the fire, he only cared about eating, no matter how much he ate , as long as he can still eat, he will keep eating.
The food was converted into energy in the stomach, repairing the wounds on his body, replenishing the energy that was lacking during the previous mutation, and feeling that the body has undergone earth-shaking changes.
His skin was severely damaged by the previous flame burns. In the pile of grain and roasted with charcoal, his skin was slowly recovering, and the scorching flames seemed to be unable to harm him anymore.
He continued to go deeper, and found that he didn't need much air to survive, and he knew it when he was covered by sacks in the big pit. He continued to go deeper until he was close to the ground, and when he reached the ground, he felt that the temperature of the ground was not too high. He tried to use his five fingers to press it, and he dug a gap in the ground that was as hard as iron.
Wan Qiang is not a fool, he found a chance to escape, digging the ground while eating a huge amount of rice, finally, he escaped, when he felt the pressure on his head gradually weakened, he got out of the ground, The flames in the warehouse are not as fierce as before, but the temperature is higher than before.
Compared with the flame burning on his body, the super high temperature is equally deadly to him. One is to quickly burn him to ashes, and the other is to slowly bake him. The time difference between the two is his last straw. , he succeeded, the moment he stepped out of the gate, he succeeded, he survived.
In the process of running, Wan Qiang felt a long-lost relaxation. After the mutation, his strength was strengthened, his body became stronger, but his reaction became slow, not to mention his speed. , he might not be able to catch up with anyone.
At this time, when he stepped forward, he found that he was no longer as stalemate as before. The long-lost lightness allowed him to accelerate from sprinting to trotting, and the speed of trotting was twice as fast as his sprinting. He caught up and tore it in half. In the end, there was only one person left, the middle-aged Xiaojing.
The middle-aged Xiaojing only thought about running away, where should he run away? He didn't know, he just wanted to escape, even if he could breathe a little more air, his mind was empty, he didn't know what else he could do besides escape, what subordinates, what foundation, what Brother Yun, he forgot clean.
A crowd stood on the side of the road, looking at him in surprise. They knew this man who was at a loss for sex, a prominent figure, a man with some weight in the gathering place. What made him so afraid
The crowd on the side of the road is automatically filtered by the middle-aged Xiaojing, he doesn't care about face, decent, his sight is only in front of him, and he will run a little farther before his physical strength is exhausted, that's all.
There was a slight tremor on the ground. Everyone who felt it at the first moment thought it was their hallucination. After a short time, the tremor gradually increased. The fast-moving large wall flashed in front of them, the vibration of the ground turned into a jump, and they couldn't stand anymore. They fell to the ground one after another, smelling the smell of burnt protein at the tip of their noses, and a tall and strong figure gradually receded.
The middle-aged Xiaojing also felt the chaos behind him. He didn't dare to turn his head back, and just ran forward. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw a group of people, more than twenty people, half of them had rifles, and the other half were holding various cold weapons. Led by a man who only covered his lower body with a piece of rag, he seemed to be looking for something.
The leader was recognized by him at a glance, it was Lord Xiong from the third force, Master Xiong seemed to have recognized him too, his one-eyed eyes were full of surprise, as if he was wondering when this guy became a dog in the water
"咚咚咚..." A muffled sound came from behind him, and the ground trembled with the rhythm of the muffled sound. He finally couldn't help but look back, but Wan Qiang was not far away from the corner of his eyes.
Wan Qiang wore a blood-soaked coat around his abdomen. His body seemed to be suffering from a skin disease, with one patch of flowers and one patch of black. His two big eyes were opened again, and the gray-red pupils shone with a bloodthirsty light.
"Save...help..."
The middle-aged Xiaojing called for help from Master Xiong. Three men surrounded by rags beside Master Xiong also pointed at Wan Qiang and said something to Master Xiong. Master Xiong frowned and did not order rescue immediately. What are you waiting for.
Wan Qiang finally rushed to the middle-aged Xiaojing, grabbed him by the neck, picked him up like a puppet, and threw him into the sky. At a height of several meters, the middle-aged Xiaojing fell down at the moment when the surrounding audience stretched their necks and raised their heads.
"ha!!"
When the middle-aged Xiaojing fell to the position of his chest, Wan Qiang swung his fist sideways and swung it violently. This punch carried all the strength of his whole body and all his anger. At the moment of swinging, he was never agile. He even swung his right fist with an afterimage.
"Touch..." A shouting big living person turned into a ball of flesh in the next second, and the middle-aged Xiaojing was completely blown up. The whole body was complete with four limbs, two arms, and two limbs. The thigh separated from the body and floated to the surroundings. White bones, red muscles, and blood droplets formed from fresh blood flew in all directions.
"Gulu Gulu..." The middle-aged Xiaojing's head fell to the ground and rolled against Master Xiong's feet. The head was just upright, staring at Master Xiong's bright leather shoes, opening and closing his mouth as if thinking Talking about the four sides, after a while, the look in the eyes was dim.
Wan Qiang punched the middle-aged Xiaojing, gasped slightly, wiped off the blood and flesh on his body, and turned around to leave.
"stop·····"