Chapter 281 Too Old
Xia Yan glanced at the two of them.
He picked up the claw hammer, walked to the zombie without eyes, pried it open and took out the crystal core, waiting for the second person to mutate.
She said calmly: "How do you want to die?"
"I, I, I have already admitted defeat. Please, let me go. I will definitely live a good life from now on and never do evil again!"
Xia Yan looked at another lightning-type mutant.
The latter: "How about we fight first?"
burst!
This answer was beyond her expectation.
His companions were also surprised and their jaws dropped. "How about you two fight first? I'll get out of here right now, as far away as I can!"
As he spoke, he curled up, bent his head back and tucked it into his crotch like an acrobat, and crossed his legs in front of his chest.
"Look at this...can you please let me go?"
It’s really round.
Xia Yan looked at the narrow strip less than 15 centimeters under his feet, and didn't know how he did it.
Beneath him, more than a dozen zombies stretched out their arms and grasped at him blankly.
If he wanted to escape, he could only jump into the pile of zombies and fight his way out. There was no other way.
"Okay, as long as you can get out." Xia Yan said he didn't care.
After hearing what she said, the other party was a little stunned. It was obvious that he was helpless against the zombies under his feet. All the superpowers in his body had been drained, and his physical strength could not support him to fight the zombies for three hundred rounds.
In this way.
We can only place our hopes on the master with lightning powers.
Xia Yan also turned to look at the psychic who had insisted on living until now.
The other person was wearing an oversized hood and a wasteland-style rag covering his face. At first glance, he looked somewhat similar to the customer Jing Yimai.
But this man is too old.
The exposed forehead is covered with age spots and wrinkles, and the corners of the eyes are drooping in a triangular shape, which makes the eyes look even more fierce and gives people a sense of cruelty.
Xia Yan snapped his fingers expressionlessly, making crisp sounds as he moved his shoulders and neck.
This person made her hate him so much that her teeth itched.
He always managed to predict her upcoming location, but was just a second or two late. Lightning would strike almost as soon as he appeared, although it missed his target several times.
If it weren't for him, I would have harvested them all long ago. Why waste so much time?
"To be fair, I won't use my super powers either." The old man opposite also made a ready posture, with a strange light in his eyes and a frail voice under the mask.
Xia Yan almost vomited blood.
"Even if you use it, you're no match for me! If your abilities have run out, just say so. Why bother with such pretentious words?"
Old man: ...
Almost at the same second, both of them rushed towards each other.
The old man unexpectedly had a speed and strength completely different from his own, and he launched a sweeping kick as fast as thunder.
Xia Yan leaped up and kicked him hard in the heart, determined to kill him with one blow!
The old man calmly clasped his arms together, barely blocking himself, but then a huge force hit him, and he couldn't help but take a few steps back.
Kill him while he is ill!
Xia Yan rushed forward, appeared in front of him, grabbed his arm and threw him off his shoulder like a whirlwind, then jumped high and dropped his elbow heavily on his neck from the air.
If someone is hit by this heavy blow, he will definitely die!
The opponent's pupils suddenly shrank, and he rolled to the side as far as he could. He stood up like a carp, and saw the fist coming. He gritted his teeth and clenched his fist to meet it.
One is huge, the other is petite.
Meeting heavily in the air.
Click.
The old man frowned deeply.
Xia Yan, who was like a fighting machine, kept on pursuing his opponent and kicked him hard and deep in the abdomen. The kick was so strong that the latter broke the window and flew into the column, arching his body and being forced to stop.
He fell to the ground, forced himself to stand up, his throat surged, and blood seeped out of his mask.
Outside the villa, seven or eight zombies turned around upon hearing the sound and staggered towards them.
Xia Yan jumped out of the broken window with an expressionless face, then his expression froze, and then he looked at the other party in disbelief and anger.
“****!!!”
She couldn't help but curse, kicked the nearest zombie away, and shot it in the head with a claw hammer as if to vent her emotions.
Whack-a-mole is sometimes used to vent emotions.
The same principle applies to hitting a zombie on the head.
And she really needed to vent her inner frustration at this moment!
Seven or eight zombies were killed in the blink of an eye by her who went berserk.
Xia Yan stared at the 'old man' lying on the ground gasping for breath, and his hatred grew stronger and stronger.
She walked up to him with heavy steps, put one knee behind him, grabbed the back of his neck with one hand and lifted him up with the other hand, pulling off his mask.
A face that couldn't be any older appeared before him.
If there were plastic surgery clinics in the apocalypse, they would absolutely, truly love this kind of customer.
With a facelift, regaining your youth is no longer a dream.
Xia Yan narrowed his eyes, wiped the remaining blood off his face with the torn mask, pinched the loose skin with his index finger and thumb, and pulled it out.
So real.
The other person did not struggle, and his clear eyes hidden under his drooping eyelids looked back at her.
“Clatter.”
"you--"
Xia Yan suddenly stopped talking and looked up, frowning in annoyance. He pinched his fingers in the air and a sharp fruit knife appeared out of thin air. Then he threw it hard, killing the man who tried to escape in the chaos.
The 'old man' watched silently, without a trace of emotion in his eyes, looking even more unfamiliar than a stranger.
"I say," Xia Yan pulled the old skin hard, and said in his ear, gritting his teeth, "Young man, do you know how to write the word death?"
The old man closed his eyes, letting her do whatever she wanted. He spoke again, but his voice changed: "Please get off my back first. I'm about to vomit blood under your pressure."
Can't find any flaws.
Xia Yan snorted coldly, stood up, took out a pack of wet wipes, pulled out a few to wipe his hands, and threw the wet wipes into the other person's arms.
"Xiao Jing, shouldn't you explain?"
He sat up, holding the wet wipes against his face and looked at her with a little curiosity.
"How do you know it's mine?"
Xia Yan became visibly irritable.
Recall just now:
[Warning: For causing serious harm to VVIP customer Jing Yimai without reason, this is a serious violation of the business philosophy and the operator will be deducted 500,000 points]
【Balance is insufficient, please recharge in time】
Xia Yan:!!!
That old guy is Jing Yimai? ! !
She cracked!
Besides, where was the "without reason"? He almost took her life just now!
System, you'd better be more reliable!
[Replaying...]
[Appeal successful, penalty of points deduction cancelled]
...
Jing Yimai was breathing heavily, and every time he breathed, the wound felt a little painful.
Boss Xia looked at him unfriendly, and Jing Yimai changed the subject at the right time.
"How could you offend Ru Yongnan?"
Xia Yan was annoyed: "Stop rambling and explain why you attacked me just now. You dare to attack the boss? Have you forgotten where the small cubes you bought came from?"
She clenched her fists, wanting to punch that old man in the face.
Thinking so and doing so, Xia Yan dodged forward and threw a right hook.
Jing Yimai tilted his head due to the force, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth. He looked up at her and smiled helplessly.
"There's no other way. I have to prevent Ru Yongnan from finding out."
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