Xiao Ling knew what he would face next.
Endless, endless, until the last bit of strength is exhausted, if everyone is successfully rescued before then, then she can live, if not all evacuated, then she will die.
Such a cruel choice, or cruel fate, is Xiao Ling's own choice.
Just because of Lu Yu's persecution.
She could only do this. It was a bit idiot and incomprehensible to say it, but this was the relationship between the two.
Killing, or more precisely, was procrastination, Xiao Ling suddenly stretched her hands forward, grabbed two black beetles, and squeezed them into pulp with a violent force, and she knew clearly that there would be another cup of tea. Time, these two black beetles will emerge from the ground again.
Because even in her hands, the black stickiness has already begun to fade away, and I don't know where it will merge again.
kill!
The only exercises Xiao Ling cultivated since she was a child were the physical exercises Lu Yu taught her, and some exercises to stimulate her body's potential. As for actual combat or other exercises, they were actually taught to her by Black Bird.
Belongs to beasts, but higher than creatures. On the surface it looks very cruel, but it smells like a world of truth.
The combination of contradiction and necessity, the ultimate in simplicity and complexity.
but…
After all, a person's power to face the wave of black beetles is very limited.
Death is still happening, and hundreds of expeditionary troops are dying.
Ming Chen, who has been ignored all the time, still did not move, as if he was still struggling.
"Brother, hurry in! It won't help to stand here and watch us."
An veteran said to Ming Chen like this.
Ming Chen felt very strange, suddenly raised his head and asked: "Why do you want to do this? You can leave, why stay? Enter this cave, and you will live, and you will stay. If you stay for a long time, you will definitely be there. Dead, you clearly understand it, otherwise you won’t tell me, then... Why do you do this? It’s not good to be alive... Isn’t it good?"
The veteran was stunned for a moment. He really didn't expect this guy who is not good at speaking at all to say so many words all at once.
Faced with the other party’s problem, the veteran really thought about it seriously, then grinned, showing a big yellow tooth, and said, “I still don’t understand. I really tried hard to think about it. , Why on earth did I do this? Actually I don’t know. To be honest, I’m not a person from northern Xinjiang, let alone a person from Tianmen Pass. Living with you these days, I can always hear someone say God, God, It’s as if there are gods in the sky. I don’t know what a god is, and I’ve never seen him, and I’ve never received his help, but... if there is a god... Actually, I still have a lot of wishes. For example, When I was in poverty, someone could give me a steamed bun. Looking at the steaming steamed bun stone, I felt that the person who gave me the steamed bun was a god. When I was in distress, someone would give me an errand and let me I was able to feed my stomach, even married a daughter-in-law, and gave birth to two melon babies! The one who gave me the opportunity is God. In countless critical moments, those who stood firmly behind me for I fend off the robes of all the weapons. They are my saviors and gods! Once upon a time, we were weak, we were helpless, we were humiliated by others, we begged for it every day, and we were not able to ask for the earth and the earth. Countless times I hope that someone will appear to pull us out of the sea of bitterness, but... No, for most people, that person has never appeared. I am lucky, and those who allow me to have today, In my world, there are all gods. Now... my gods are all here, you see, the one who rushed to the front, once suffered a knife for me, in the abdomen, the scar seems to be a big snake entangled His body is the same, and that, the last time the youngest son in the family got sick, it was this guy who took out his wife’s book, invited the best doctor to buy the best medicine, and then pulled him back from the ghost gate... They They are all here, my gods are here... Hehe, you are from Northern Xinjiang. Have you ever heard that a believer will abandon his gods and escape alone? And ah... The most important thing is that they At this moment in the crisis, they also want someone to save them, and I... Although I don't have the ability, I really want to do it, I... also come to be their god."
After speaking, the veteran grinned at Ming Chen again, and then rushed out again, desperately pulling a wounded soldier into the hole.
Ming Chen was stunned.
He raised his head and looked at the sky, then... suddenly smiled.
Muttered to himself: "So... the gods can still be like this."
Then, at this moment, his stiff face, like an eternal glacier, smiled for the first time.
The stiff body also eased in a moment.
Taking a deep breath, even breathing, is filled with joy.
He turned around, put Xi'er down from behind him, and let her sit quietly.
Afterwards, he walked straight out of the blocking circle as if desperately.
This action was seen by many soldiers of the expeditionary army. They panicked for a while, and hurriedly shouted: "Mingchen, what are you going to do, cook? Lost your mind? Don't die?! Come back soon!"
A soldier even rushed directly up, trying to pick him up, grabbed him from the front, and threw it directly into the hole.
However, Ming Chen shook off his movements and smiled softly at him, really walking outside the defensive circle within a few steps.
"This kid is really crazy! I don't want to live and I don't have this method, and there is no lottery, why should I be a dead soldier?"
"Yeah, I usually look awkward, but I didn't expect it to be such an easily agitated guy. This is the hot blood rushing to the brain, and the brain is burned out? Go up a few people and lift him down, grandma's , We don’t eat less of the food he cooks. The absence of such a good cook during the march is really a loss to those who survived!"
Several people stepped forward again, trying to take a huge risk to bring Ming Chen back.
No one knows what Ming Chen wants to do at this time, just as no one does not know that Ming Chen is a lunatic, his crazy behavior is both regrettable and annoying.
Some people even shouted: "Don't think about dying, what will your sister do when you die? Who can take care of her in the future? Who loves her like you? Even if you do it for her, you must live strong. Go down!"
Ming Chen took a deep breath, then raised his right hand.
These hands have touched countless pots and pans, but they have never touched a weapon.
He has no cultivation base, really, because he was born and grew up in Tianmen, so he naturally has a lot of special treatments. For example, he can use the spiritual stone to judge his cultivation level almost every month, but every time the result is a failure. Yes, all of Hunhun people.
But is he really ordinary
He didn't know it himself.
It's just that he raised his head and shouted loudly at the defenders: "Retreat behind me and only guard the right side!"
After speaking, he struggling to raise his right hand, and then... With a sudden stroke in front of him, his arm turned half a circle around his body.
It was a wave of anger, and afterwards, it seemed that nothing happened.
but…
In the next instant, all the black beetles that were rushing on the left side did not move.
The bodies of the black beetles also began to flow out black pus, and then... evenly from top to bottom, in the middle position, the whole is divided...
From a distance, at least hundreds of thousands of black beetles, even millions of black beetles... all were cut off and died on the spot!