Apocalypse Cockroach - Chapter 649

Wanqiang's system seems to be the immortal body in a fairy tale. Whenever he is severely injured, his recovery ability can be accelerated by one point. If middle-aged Xiaojing is willing to stop and look at Wanqiang carefully, he will find that Wanqiang is taller now, from the original height of more than two meters to the current height of about two meters and ten centimeters.

Wan Qiang was sealed in the granary by the fire. He thought he was completely destroyed today. This is the place where he was buried. Several tests of life and death made him less afraid of death.

The burning pain of the flame made him crazy, and hundreds of bags of grain were swept in his eyes. Seeing these grains, Wan Qiang forgot his pain. Since his mutation, he has never had enough to eat and has been struggling on the edge of starvation. If others don't eat in a few days, they will starve to death. His body is thin and thin. Wan Qiang is different. No matter how hungry he is, he can't lose meat.

Sometimes, suffering from hunger, he always wanted to rush out to eat people. Every time, he condensed and became clear in the process of mutation, so that he did not take the last step.

Seeing these grains, Wan Qiang felt a kind of happiness and died in the grain depot. It was really a kind of luck for him, who was struggling with hunger every day.

Watching the grain burning in the fire, Wan Qiang rushed into the grain pile and buried his body deeply in it. It was also a coincidence that rice buried him like sand, isolating him from the air. He was not suffocated, but his flame went out first.

He didn't feel lucky. He knew that he was still in the sea of fire. Now he was extinguished, and it would burn to him later. Hiding in the grain, he opened his mouth and swallowed the rice in his mouth. Without chewing it, he fell into his stomach. When swallowing the rice, he felt that his stomach was full speed.

No matter how much grain fell into his stomach, it turned into sand and mud that fell into the sea. He didn't even bubble. While Wanqiang was swallowing rice, he was surprised. At his speed, he ate at least dozens of Jin of rice. Why did he still feel like he didn't eat anything?

There is no feeling in the stomach, the burning on the body seems to be much better, and the resistance to the temperature is also improved. The high temperature outside bakes the rice pile like a sealed water tank for baking sweet potato. Wan Qiang hiding inside feels as if he is in a sauna under the high temperature. Fortunately, it is far from unbearable.

For the time being, there is no danger to his life. Wan Qiang turns into a glutton, eating rice crazily. In the end, his throat becomes an hourglass, his teeth lose their function, and instinctively swallows countless rice into his stomach.

In the flame slowly burned to the inside of the grain, countless grains were burned into charcoal like things, slowly baked his skin, Wan Qiang did not care whether he was suffering in the fire, he only cared about eating, no matter how much he ate, as long as he could eat, he always ate.

The grain is converted into energy in the stomach, and the wound on his body is repaired. The energy that he owed when he mutated before is supplemented, and he feels that his body has undergone earth shaking changes.

His skin was seriously damaged by the previous flame burns. In the grain pile, in the burning of charcoal, his skin was slowly recovering, and the hot flame could no longer cause damage to him.

He kept going deep and found that he didn't need too much air to survive. He knew it when he was covered by sacks in the big pit. He kept going deep until he was close to the ground. When he got to the ground, he felt that the temperature of the ground was not too high. He tried to move it with his five fingers. The hard ground was cut by him.

Wan Qiang is not a fool. He finds a chance to escape. He eats a lot of rice and digs the ground at the same time. In the end, he gets away from the disaster. When he feels that the pressure on his head is gradually weakening, he gets out of the ground. The fire in the warehouse is not as fierce as before, but the temperature is higher than before.

Compared with the fire burning on his body, the ultra-high temperature is equally fatal to him. One is to quickly burn him to ashes, the other is to slowly cook him. The time difference between the two is his last straw. He succeeded. At the moment when he stepped out of the door, he succeeded and survived.

In the process of running, Wan Qiang felt a long lost ease. After mutation, his strength was strengthened, his body became strong, but his reaction became slow, not to mention his speed. If he had not walked faster than ordinary people, he might not have been able to catch up with anyone.

At this time, when he stepped out, he found that he was not as stalemate as before. The lightness that he had not seen for a long time allowed him to accelerate from galloping to trotting. The speed of trotting was twice as fast as that of him. All the men who ran away were torn in half by him. In the end, there was only one person left, middle-aged Xiaojing.

Middle aged Xiaojing only wants to escape, where to escape? He doesn't know. He just wants to escape. Even if he breathes more air, it's good. His mind is empty. Besides escaping, he doesn't know what else he can do. He forgets all about his subordinates, his foundation and Brother Yun.

The roadside was full of people, looking at him in surprise. They knew the man who was at a loss, a leading figure, a man who had some weight in the gathering place. What made him so afraid?The crowd on the roadside is automatically filtered by the middle-aged Xiaojing. He doesn't care about face. He only looks at the front of him and runs a little further before he runs out of strength. That's all.

There was a slight tremor on the ground. For the first time, everyone who felt it thought it was their illusion. The tremor gradually increased after a short time. When the crowd's bodies also trembled with the tremor, it was like a fast-moving wall flashed in front of their eyes. The vibration of the ground became a beat, and they could no longer stand. They fell to the ground one after another, smelling the smell of protein burning at the tip of their nose, and their strong body shape gradually faded away.

Middle aged Xiaojing also feels the chaos behind him. He doesn't dare to look back. He just runs forward and sees a group of people in the corner of his eyes. Half of them have rifles, and the other half also have all kinds of cold weapons. Led by three men who only use rags to cover their lower body, he seems to be looking for something.

The leader was recognized by him. It was xiong Ye of the third force. Xiong Ye seemed to recognize him, and he was surprised. He seemed to doubt when this guy became a drowning dog?

"Dong Dong Dong..." a dull sound came from behind him, and the ground also vibrated with the rhythm of the dull sound. Finally, he couldn't help looking back, but saw that Wan Qiang's eyes were not far away from him.

Wan Qiang's abdomen is surrounded by a coat soaked in blood. His body seems to be suffering from skin disease. His two big eyes open again, and his grey red pupils shine bloodthirsty light.

"Help... Help... Help"

Middle aged Xiaojing calls for help from xiong Ye. Three men surrounded by rags also point to Wan Qiang and say something to xiong Ye. Xiong Ye frowns and doesn't immediately order rescue. It seems that he is waiting for something.

Wan Qiang finally rushed to the middle-aged Xiaojing, grabbed him by the neck, carried a puppet, picked him up, and threw him into the sky. The middle-aged Xiaojing howled loudly in the sky, flying more than ten meters high. Just as the onlookers said that his neck was stretched out and his head was raised, the middle-aged Xiaojing fell.

"Ha!"

When middle-aged Xiaojing fell to his chest, Wan Qiang swung his fist sideways and fiercely. With his whole strength and all his anger, at the moment of wielding, he was always not agile, and his right fist even left a shadow.

"Touch ··········" a big living man who shouts loudly turns into a ball of meat mud in the next second. The middle-aged Xiaojing is blasted by the whole body. The most complete body is the limbs, two arms and two thighs, which are separated from the body and float around. The white bone dregs, red muscles, and blood drops from fresh blood fly all around.

"Gulu Gulu..." middle aged Xiaojing's head fell to the ground and rolled to bear's feet. His head just stood upright, staring at Bear's bright shoes. His mouth opened and closed, as if he wanted to say something about him. Soon, his eyes were dim.

Wan Qiang smashed middle-aged Xiaojing with one punch. He gasped slightly, wiped away the blood and meat on his body, and wanted to go.

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