"damn it……"
The gangster felt angry after being hit by several punches. Although the damage was not great, it was extremely insulting.
Ji Chuan frowned. Song Huai's interest was already high. When he was playing in a duo with him, he found that Song Huai liked to revel as long as the game was going his way.
But there are few opportunities to waste time in the apocalypse, every move can determine life or death, and the gangster has obviously been angered.
Even an enraged rabbit will bite. If the opponent is not defeated quickly, it is unknown how this psychic will behave.
"Use your powers! Why use your fists!?"
Ji Chuan shouted angrily.
Song Huai, who had just managed to transfer, was excited. After hearing Ji Chuan's tone, Song Huai finally adjusted his state and began to study the supernatural power that had crushed people before.
How did Chuan Chuan do it? If he can do it, does that mean I can do it? Why?
If the God of Space can make the best use of space, then what would be the means of attack in space?
It compresses the space around the other person! That's why that person turned into a meat patty!
Song Huai finally understood how Ji Chuan did it, and it seemed that Ji Chuan did not make any movements when he did it, it was completely based on his own will.
Song Huai was thinking at a distance, but the gangster had already caught up with him. His eyes were fierce, as if he wanted to kill Song Huai.
"Pooh!"
However, Song Huai entered the black hole as expected and appeared on the other side of the venue.
His eyes met the spitting man who was running here quickly, and he frowned as he felt the control space.
Imagine that you control the space around the other person, and then gradually apply pressure.
"Well!"
The sudden feeling of weight made the gangster kneel on the ground without noticing. Song Huai opened his eyes wide, it seemed that he had done it!
Just increase the intensity...
The other person's expression turned into pain, "Ahhh! Stop! Stop!"
He screamed for mercy and crawled towards Song Huai.
Song Huai was a little hesitant, as if if he used a little more force, the other person would die. Was he going to kill his first person today?
Thinking of Mao Jun's performance and what Ji Chuan had just said, Song Huai immediately made up his mind that he must do better than Mao Jun.
He has to be strong enough to protect Ji Chuan. Even though Ji Chuan is very strong, he is still that silly and cute boy in his heart.
He clenched his teeth and seemed to have made up his mind.
As his will became firmer, the gangster's body began to twist, pressing uncontrollably to the ground with a look of extreme pain.
"puff--"
The gangster spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Chuanchuan, I did it! What do you think? I'm very strong, right? Hahahaha!"
Song Huai happily faced Ji Chuan and asked for praise, but he didn't notice that the gangster was not dead yet.
The veins on his neck bulged, his eyes were red, and his cheeks were puffing up quickly.
"Ahuai, be careful!"
Ji Chuan had already observed this and reminded him, but Song Huai was still immersed in the joy of victory and did not notice the situation in front of him.
Countless amounts of poisonous saliva and blood spurted out. This was his desperate attack, basically releasing all the poisonous energy in his body.
Song Huai woke up as if from a dream, but he was unable to react at this distance.
The expected pain did not come, and Ji Chuan stood in front of him with a cold expression.
A deep hole was instantly corroded on his skin. The poison also had a physical effect similar to that of strong acid, which Ji Chuan was not completely immune to now.
Ji Chuan turned around, and looking at the miserable state of Ji Chuan's body, Song Huai cried anxiously, "Chuan Chuan, are you okay?"
He stretched out his hand to check Ji Chuan's injuries, but was knocked away by Ji Chuan. The poison had not yet disappeared, and touching his wound would be corroded by the poison.
Then Ji Chuan waved his hand and slapped Song Huai, his eyes full of fear and anger.
"It's already this late, can you please be serious?!"
"Chuanchuan..."
Song Huai felt distressed when he looked at Ji Chuan's wound, but fortunately the wound was recovering visibly.
"Do you know how much effort I put in to see you again?! Do you know what I've been through? Why don't you value your life?!"
Ji Chuan thought about the body of Song Huai that he had spent a long time to examine that day. He had paid so much just to change the ending of his partner's death in the past.
But Song Huai just now clearly had the ability to quickly deal with the opponent, but he was still playing like he was playing games. Every time he let down his guard in the apocalypse, he would put himself in an irretrievable situation.
Although Song Huai didn't understand what Ji Chuan meant, he panicked when he saw Ji Chuan's red eyes, and he opened his arms and hugged him.
"Chuanchuan, I'm sorry, I won't do it again, I won't make you worry anymore."
Xia Yida was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. Why did he hug one and two? Huh? What was going on? It wasn't what she thought, was it?
Can men's brothers have a sense of boundaries?
She walked into the venue as if possessed by a ghost. She had to attract Achuan's attention and change the atmosphere that made her uncomfortable.
"Achuan, I'll be the next one!"
Upon hearing the voice, Ji Chuan looked at Xia Yida in confusion. He had not originally planned to let anyone who did not have attacking abilities go on the field.
Feeling that he had just lost his composure, Ji Chuan distanced himself from Song Huai and said, "You can go back."
Song Huai nodded. He knew that Ji Chuan was worried about him just now. On the way back, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.
But what about his goddess Xia Yida? Does she also have a powerful offensive ability?
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