Instead of letting him come over directly, let him kill us!
However, within fifteen seconds, they dealt with the level five zombies at hand and then killed their way towards Bai Ling.
You know, because this is the central area to protect Zheng Qingsong, it is much safer than outside. Under Zhu Shuaiyi's suggestion, the two people killed zombies above level four and five.
It is not difficult for the military to deal with the low-level zombies left behind.
Not long after, Zhu Shuaiyi, who had safely delivered little Wang Jieming, turned around and went to deal with the zombies above level three around him, which further reduced the burden on the people around him.
"Aunt Bai Ling!" Little Wang Jieming wiped the black and smelly blood splashed on his face, revealing a white and tender little face. Coupled with his big eyes that were clearly black and white without any impurities, he looked innocent no matter how you looked at him.
More importantly, holding a samurai sword that was longer than him, his little hands could hardly hold the handle. The height of a five-year-old child was not even as high as Zheng Qingsong's thigh at that time.
But what appeared on this child was a level ten supernatural power.
For the first time, Zheng Qingsong showed an expression of shame on his face, but then he thought, the child is a child after all, and it is hard for him to kill for so long. It would be good for him to come here to rest to avoid getting hurt. Besides, this five-year-old kid is quite skilled.
More importantly, the child’s departments are definitely more than four, which is too many, and he really can’t feel it!
"Heal them!" Bai Ling was very clear about the energy in Wang Jieming's body at this time. After all, all his energy was used on himself, even the gold-type supernatural power that was blocked. Even though he had been fighting for nearly half an hour, he did not consume much energy.
"Yeah!" Little Wang Jieming nodded obediently at Bai Ling. He then looked at the 18-year-old soldier in green camouflage uniform, the only clean-cut soldier in the entire team. His face was pale, and it was obvious that his energy was almost exhausted. He blinked and said to him in a tender voice, "Big brother, let me do it!"
After he finished speaking, under everyone's surprised gaze, a trace of light energy burst out from his small hands and was directly injected into the dying mutant with bloody wounds on his neck and left shoulder. In just a few seconds, the flesh and blood that had been turned out healed at a speed visible to the naked eye?
"He...he he..." Everyone who saw this scene was shocked and speechless.
Holy shit, are these guys really that awesome? Two kids, one level ten, with four or more energy types, and a rare light-type psychic? The other one is level thirteen, with special psychic and lightning abilities?
Little Wang Jieming frowned and didn't pay any attention to the gazes of the people around him. Instead, he focused on the large number of dying psychics and soldiers who were dragged in. He looked up at Bai Ling.
Bai Ling patted his little head, a faint smile on her lips as she softly instructed, "Just treat those with fatal injuries. And ask his teammates to give you some crystal cores to replenish your energy. If you use them all up, you won't be able to save anyone you want to save later!"
After all, the third-level light-type mutant that the entire team had recruited after a long time had run out of energy.
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