The End of the Extreme Dao: I Planted a Sacred Tree and Gained Immortality

Chapter 33: Killing
One hand gently pressed the black man's foot.

It's a little stutterer.

In the blink of an eye, the little stutterer was already jumping and squatting at the black man's feet.

"Black, black, so black." The little stutterer didn't look at the shivering hound, but touched the upper of the black man's shoe curiously: "You, you come to be my big, big black dog, okay!"

roll!
The black man suddenly pulled his leg back and kicked the stutterer hard on the head.

This little stutterer is obviously mentally retarded, and even if he is infected, the black people don't want him.

The black man's eyes were fixed on Hou Ping.

Xiao Jieba and Hou Ping came together. He tried to attack Xiao Jieba and force Hou Ping to come to the rescue.

If it was a close combat, an infected person like Hou Ping, whose skills were all in bows and arrows, would be beaten to death in minutes.

However, Hou Ping had no expression on his face, and even his eyes looked a little complicated.

The black man's heavy kick was stopped by the stuttering boy's small hand, which pinched the upper of his shoe.

"Black dog, black dog, one male dog and one female dog, and they can produce many puppies."

The stutterer pinched the black man's big foot and looked at it carefully, then turned his head to look at the hound curled up on the side: "No, that's not right, a puppy's feet are not like this, a puppy's feet are very cute."

Mumbling something incoherent, the little stutterer stretched out his hand and gently pinched the black man's shoes and feet, causing them to suddenly become deformed.

A big foot was squeezed together, with the bones and flesh squeezed together. From a distance, it actually looked like a fleshy dog's paw.

what--

The black man's heart skipped a beat. He leaped to distance himself from the little girl, fear in his eyes.

His defense, his tough skin and bones were worthless in front of the little stutterer. His skin that could not be hurt even by an iron arrow could not withstand a slight pinch from the little stutterer.

run.

The black man swung the leash in his hand and threw the hound towards the stutterer. He backed away desperately, enduring the severe pain under his feet, and ran into the town without looking back.

The little stutterer jumped high, and instead of chasing the black man, he hugged the hound that was thrown away.

"But, cute dog, big, big monkey, you, look." The little stutterer was very happy and swung the hound around in circles to show off.

Suddenly, the stutterer stopped and asked Hou Ping with a curious look on his face: "Big, big monkey, what small animals do you think the zoo is missing?"

Hou Ping slowly walked over to the little stutterer and said, "The only obedient animals in the zoo that can play with children are monkeys and dogs. The rest are very fierce. We don't want them."

"No, no, the big monkey is lying. You are lying. No, you are not good. You must be punished."

The little stutterer blinked with a smile, and her hunched back suddenly moved. A huge tumor crawled from the little stutterer's back to the little stutterer's shoulder. The tumor suddenly split open, and a bloody tentacle slowly stretched out and pressed against Hou Ping's head.

"I'm not lying, it's true. The lions and tigers in the zoo can't coax children." Hou Ping was trembling all over, but he was still trying hard to stay calm. His breathing became rapid and heavy, and his muscles were tense, but the strange thing was that Hou Ping's body seemed to be frozen and he had no way to dodge.

The little stutterer stared into Hou Ping's eyes: "Well, yes, there is some truth in that. Then, I will only take away half of your consciousness."

The tentacles suddenly drilled into Hou Ping's mind. Hou Ping opened his mouth wide, every hair on his body trembling with pain, but he could not make a sound.

After a while, the tentacles retracted, and the little stutterer became hunchbacked, while Hou Ping's eyes became dull. On the other side, the black man fled frantically until the sense of crisis disappeared, and then he sat on the ground with a look of shock on his face.

"Fortunately, it only slightly affects my mobility, and my abilities are still there."

The black man checked his foot that was pinched into a ball. Although it was bruised, there was no bleeding. Although the bones and muscles were pinched into a ball, the black man's toughness was still there. As long as he recuperated for a period of time, except for looking strange, it would not affect the black man's fighting ability.

Suddenly, the black man put down his feet and slowly stood up from the ground: "I didn't expect you to be still alive. It seems that Zhang Long and the others are dead."

The black man raised his head and saw Huo Ying in the alley, holding a spear gun in each hand, confronting the black man from a distance.

Huo Ying glanced at the black man's injured foot and did not approach.

"How did you kill them, with just those two slingshots?"

The black man sneered and limped towards Huo Ying. Even though the black man's movements were funny, his aura was getting stronger and stronger, as if a huge black mountain was pressing down on Huo Ying.

"I've crushed many yellow monkeys like you to death." The black man said disdainfully, "You are skinny and short. Weakness is in your genes. After entering the apocalypse, you are like chickens in the natural world. Your only value is to become food for carnivores."

"Oh, by the way, you guys still claim to be united and wise, right?" The black man grinned, "Your compatriot who was so eager to lead the way has shown me your so-called unity. Now, are you ready to show me your wisdom?"

"Hahaha, I admit it, you are very smart. You can actually make a powerful crossbow with a few pieces of wood." The black man entered Huo Ying's shooting range: "But can a chicken sharpen its beak and peck a tiger to death?"

Bang, bang.

Two wolf-tooth arrows were shot out, but the black man dodged them easily despite his limping condition.

"Do you think I will use my body to block?" The black man pointed to his head. "If you can kill them, it proves that there is something wrong with your weapon. Will I fall for it so easily?"

"The difference between races is inevitable. I am taller and stronger than you. Oh, and that girl just said I am older than you." The black man grinned, "Besides, I am smarter than you. But do I need to use my brain to step on an ant to death?"

"Before the apocalypse, I can take over your resources and sleep with your women. After the apocalypse, hahahaha, you should get used to it."

Huo Ying quickly pulled the lever and reloaded the wolf-tooth arrow. The black man was closer, so Huo Ying raised his hand and shot two more arrows.

The black man turned sideways and the arrow hit his body and went missing. The black man was only twenty steps away from Huo Ying, but he still easily avoided the arrow.

Huo Ying pulled the lever again. The spear gun could only fire three times in a row. This was the last time to load the arrow.

Bang, bang.

The wolf-tooth arrow flew over and shot towards the black man's head, who tilted his head in disdain.

"Really? Killing you is much easier than killing those guys just now."

Huo Ying finally spoke. The wolf-tooth arrow that the black man dodged by tilting his head split against the black man's face with a bang.

water!
White water splashed out from the arrow shaft.

These were two water-storage arrows that Huo Ying had specially made when he ran to the stream. Using the yang energy of poplar wood, which was not afraid of being eaten away by stream water, Huo Ying sealed the stream water in the wolf-tooth arrows.

The stream water poured onto the black man's head like flowers scattered by a fairy.

(End of this chapter)