Chapter 268

Christine rose gracefully.

"Welcome, little ones."

After the cute rabbit mask, lazy laughter came out.

Zhitian dance is like a great enemy.

This room used to be the Infirmary of Styx junior high school.

Yilin and Zhitian dance have been there once.

In the infirmary, those cold instruments and empty operating beds are scattered, which seems to have been disrupted in the scene of random reorganization.

But the general atmosphere of the room is roughly the same as that of the day.

However, the interior of the room is integrated with the style of the cruise ship. It is surrounded by cold and rusty iron plates. It is dark outside the window and dark red rust water drops on the ground from time to time above the head.

"Cough."

The woman coughed twice and then said, "damn the shift students, they ruined this school. I, Christine, am very angry."

In a few words, I couldn't hear any anger at all.

School doctor... Christine?

Yilin was silent.

Christine has long legs.

That's not the point.

The point is that she stretched her legs a little and stepped off the table.

Step on high heels.

Yo?

It seems to be the same style as Queen Yanluo.

When she came out, the surrounding space seemed strangely twisted.

But a closer look, but no.

In front of them, there seems to be an unspeakable depression brewing quietly.

Christine put her hands in the pockets of her white coat.

When she saw that they stayed where they were, she smiled and slowly took out their hands from their white coats.

The white hands are also painted with dark nail polish. The color of nail polish makes Kristen's skin more pale and delicate.

After Christine appeared.

Only two words were said.

Time seems to solidify.

In a few seconds.

Zhitian dance and Yilin moved at the same time.

Before Christine took the shot, Zhitian dance had taken a big step forward, lying low, like a full bow.

Draw a knife and cut!

A face-to-face, no nonsense, Zhitian dance instantly used the most familiar and commonly used moves.

Between her and Christine, a thin almost imperceptible blade, starting from Zhitian dance's waist, crossed Christine's neck in the blink of an eye.

At the moment of Zhitian dance's bold move, Yilin took advantage of the situation to open [follow the shadow] and lurked in the dark, quickly around Christine's back.

They have a tacit understanding. This set of cooperation can be described as very skilled.

The laughter of Christine's school doctor was still echoing in the room, and the masked head had fallen down, but there was no blood at the broken end of the neck.

In the dark, blood Jasmine silently passed behind Christine and came out at the position of "heart".

"It feels so soft."

At the moment of stabbing Christine, Yilin involuntarily came up with such a strange idea.

Don't get me wrong.

This soft feel does not mean the softness of a particular part of Christine.

It was the tactile feedback on the tip of the carving knife, which made Yilin completely unable to feel the refreshing sense of stabbing the "monster"... Hua, Si, sou.

On the contrary, his knife seemed to be soaked in wet liquid, moved gently, and the tide rolled in his body. Let Elaine have the illusion that she can stir wantonly in her body.

"No confusion values."

In an instant, Yilin's eyes were slightly frozen, and with a bang, she decisively pulled the blood Jasmine out of Christine.

The blade of blood jasmine is as clean as new.

After Zhitian dance cut Christine's head, she also showed a strange expression. It seems that the experienced Zhitian dance also noticed that there was something wrong with the feel.

No matter how strange other demons are, most of their body structures are similar to human beings.

Nothing more than flesh and blood, bones, blood vessels, plus various tentacles and other organs to build a wonderful body of demons.

Some are hard and some are soft, but not so outrageous.

"Stand back!"

Yilin and Zhitian dance killed all the way. Although they didn't have a soul, they also had a considerable tacit understanding. With a look in her eyes and a short sentence, Zhitian dance understood what she meant. The next knife she was about to cut was put away smoothly, quickly retreated and left from the situation.

Yilin threw the blood Jasmine away and spun around.

——Empty handed.

He quickly retreated, empty handed, his right hand suddenly raised, his five fingers slightly bent, as if holding the space in front of him.

[annihilation grip] it really gives Yilin a wonderful feeling when starting.

At this moment, the palm seemed to have a touch of grasping the essence, like holding a ball, which could be rubbed round, pinched flat, or even crushed with Yilin's heart.

With the locking of Yilin, in front of a 2x2x2 range, fictional lights quickly outline and circle a square space.

It's late, it's fast. From Yilin's launching skill to locking the area of [annihilation grip], it's less than a second.

[annihilation grip] the locked area can be seen only by Yilin.

In Zhitian dance's eyes, Yilin just kneaded a few times slightly in front.

"Burst!"

The skill locked space was outlined by the light. Yilin's five fingers clenched violently, suddenly exerted force, and his five fingers clenched their fists.

In the palm of Yilin's hand, the nonexistent "ball"... Broke.

Annihilation grip!

In the center of the 2x2x2 square area, there was a little glow without warning. In the twinkling of an eye, the explosion completely filled the square space and lit up the darkness.

Strangely, the power of the explosion did not pour out at all, but was completely confined to the square area. Yilin and Zhitian dance stood on the edge of the explosion. They didn't even feel the wind. The terrible explosion heat wave happened out of thin air without warning.

In those ten hours.

Yilin also released the annihilation grip and gradually mastered its operation.

The power of the explosion is not exaggerated to the point that God blocks God and Buddha blocks Buddha.

Even some demons with rough skin and thick flesh can smoke at the mouth after eating the annihilation grip, lie on the ground and twitch their limbs, not far from death.

Mainly that way.

It is a new experience for Yilin.

Give him the illusion that he has everything.

... of course, it's just an illusion.

An output skill only adds a simple brainless output means to Yilin, but it won't make Yilin improve several levels in an instant.

Besides, the shortcomings of the annihilation grip in actual combat.

The first is... Must be empty handed.

There is no need to say more about this.

And Yilin found that there was a delay of about 0.8 seconds in the process of locking the explosion area with "hand".

Although generally speaking, the skill release delay of less than a second is nothing, Yilin has played a high-end game in his previous life. In front of some skilled and agile apostles, a delay of 0.8 seconds is enough to change the situation.

But in general, annihilation grip is a skill that has many shortcomings.

Simple and rough, fried!

Sure enough.

"Explosion is a man's romance."

The light of the explosion dissipated, and Yilin took another empty grip and locked the smoke rolling area again.

Different from [disaster entanglement], when the disaster entanglement is released, it needs to lock the "target", while [annihilation grip] locks a "place". Even if there is nothing in the place, Yilin can release an empty bomb.

Again!

Christine's calm and the hand feeling when stabbing the knife made Yilin feel something wrong.

As soon as his eyes were frozen, he consumed 200 power points again, and released a "annihilation grip" at the same place.

Unfortunately... Did not trigger the "annihilation" effect.

"Cluck -"

After the explosion.

The smoke did not disperse.

A lazy and charming laugh sounded from behind Yilin.

Yilin's pupil shrinks slightly. The laughter of this painting style can't be sent by Zhitian dance, so it's self-evident who it is.

A rabbit... Er, no, it should be said that the head wearing a cute rabbit mask was quietly placed on the table, motionless, and the laughter came from behind the mask. It was very strange.

When did this head climb on the table?

Yilin's palm shook and read the power. Blood Jasmine flew in the air and was held in his hand again.

Zhitian dance and Yilin worked together to output a wave, although Christine has only one head left on the table. But that leisurely laughter hardly made Yilin think "the enemy is ashamed, I'll take off his clothes".

Two rounds of annihilation grip instantly reduced Yilin's psionic power.

They didn't move.

Yilin winked at Zhitian dance and retreated to the door.

The head, after a strange laugh, did not have a sound.

It looks like it's dead.

But Erin knew that Christine was definitely not dead.

Because Irene didn't get chaos.

Chaos value is the standard for Yilin to judge whether a strange animal is dead or not.

No one.

Because at present, as long as he kills "life", Yilin can definitely get a hint, without exception.

Yilin can be 100% sure that the head wearing the cute cute rabbit mask on the table is the behind the scenes.

With the sarcoma inserted behind them, he manipulated everything secretly, hid behind the scenes and directed all this.

But.

Why?

Yilin still doesn't understand.

Who is she?

What kind of identity does it exist in this trial exercise?

Shashasha——

In the dark, strange voices came from all directions.

Because the sound came from every corner of the whole room, Yilin could not distinguish what the rustling sound meant.

Under their gaze, the head finally moved silently and floated up from the table.

incorrect.

Not floating, but from behind the head, there is a creeping shadow like a reptile, gathering and regrouping under the head in all directions of the room.

In the twinkling of an eye, all the squirming "worms" twisted and wound, and soon formed a naked body under the head.

The snow-white and plump body is dazzling white in the dark. It is outrageous, and some parts even shine slightly.

This should have been a very beautiful scene, but Yilin was completely unmoved.

After all, he witnessed with his own eyes what this almost perfect body is made of.

Christine reunited.

She sat on the table, not shy, clamped her legs, crossed her legs to block the key parts, and let Zhitian dance and Yilin's eyes pass over her unscrupulously.

"Hehe, you surprised me."

Christine shook her white face and spoke in a lazy tone.

I witnessed it with my own eyes.

Yilin suddenly understood that the sarcoma lying behind him and Zhitian dance not long ago... What is it.

If you guessed right, it should be... Part of Christine's "body".