I'm in love with the reborn doomsday boss

The family was having a meal happily when Zang Hongai came uninvited.

First, he politely handed out the rewards for yesterday's mission, and took advantage of the opportunity to sit down at the dining table.

"Yesterday, in the middle of the night, a fool came outside the city-state. It's been six or seven hours. He didn't eat, drink or sleep. With a knife in his arms, he found a tree with a crooked neck, and stuck it on the tree. Sit down, just like the old monk who sat in meditation..." Zang Hongai was so anxious that he got angry.

After all, their base has gained a reputation. If someone dies on a tree with a crooked neck at the door, I don’t know how the spicy chicken base outside will spread gossip.

Zang Hongai cursed, but he was really impolite. He picked up the rice bowl on the table and started to eat, "Yeah! Auntie, you are so good at cooking. My mother used to make this mapo tofu the best. Oh, I think I Damn."

A silly batch, a knife.

That was too much of a peck.

But in line with the principle of being pragmatic and truth-seeking, and not wronging other idiots, Yuan Xingche still asked one more question: "Do you have long hair?"

"Yes, yes, what's going on, boss, you all seem to know which idiot it is?" Zang Hongai said in surprise.

"That's just a fight once." Yuan Xingche said.

"Have you fought the boss? Is that okay? Watch me beat him out!" Zang Hongai had already started to roll up his sleeves.

"He is an iron-type supernatural being, and I was almost at a disadvantage in his hands." Yuan Xingche said.

Zang Hongai silently put down his sleeves: "Then what, boss, or else you should go, we have to find the place."

Counseling very fast.

"Mother Dai, your roasted eggplant is so delicious, I think I can eat another bowl of rice."

"Go, go, what do we eat if you eat more?" Xiong Hu kept the rice bowl sincerely, Zang Hongai was not particular about it, took a spoon, stole some from each person's bowl, and made up more than half of the bowl.

After dinner, Song Miluo cleaned up the dishes, and Yuan Xingche came to help.

"The one outside..." Song Miluo said.

"Do you want me to go?" Yuan Xingche asked: "The iron-type abilities are indeed very useful."

"That's right, Yiqinpeck must be for Dai Ma, we caused trouble, and it's not good to leave the mess to the small city-state." Song Miluo said.

"Okay, I'm fine today, just going out to meet him." Yuan Xingche said.

"I'll go with you." Song Miluo said.

"Don't you want to hide your abilities and not use them casually?" Yuan Xingche asked.

"If you can't beat him, I'll help you again." Song Miluo proudly puffed out his chest, and tied Yuan Xingche's life and death to himself with one sentence.

"Song Miluo." Yuan Xingche put down the plate in his hand, and squeezed people into the corner of the kitchen: "I will never defeat him, and I will protect you more in the future."

"Understood." Song Miluo lowered his head and said in a muffled voice.

"Why don't you get out of the way?" Song Miluo was squeezed into the corner, Yuan Xingche was very close to him, he was so hot that he felt like he was going to burn.

"Let." Yuan Xingche said, taking a step back.

"You wash the rest of the dishes yourself." Song Miluo said...

He ran away in a hurry.

……

At the exit of the small city-state, a big hole was dug at the intersection. Ordinary zombies fell into the hole immediately when they came over, and they tried their best to never climb up again.

A group of people stood on the side of the pit, looking at the crooked neck tree outside the city.

The zombie noticed someone nearby and screamed anxiously. Song Miluo squatted down and picked up a stone. He aimed at the head and threw it on the zombie's forehead.

"Hit." Song Miluo said.

"Your marksmanship is so good, you can't miss your aim." Yuan Xingche praised.

Zang Hongai listened, be good, the boss's marksmanship is superb, and he has never heard him praise anyone for his marksmanship.

This brother Song looks soft and weak, white and tender, and now he is dressed conservatively, so he can't see anything... Before the end of the world, Zang Hongai had seen it before.

When I saw him for the first time, he was still thin and wished he could count the bones, and his arms were not as thick as the barrel of a gun.

"The boss is also blinded by his lust." Zang Hongai said, the boss never praised his marksmanship, but now he is praising his little lover.

Xiong Hu's jaw was raised to the sky: "Look at his ignorant appearance, he really doesn't know how powerful Xiao Song is."

Jiang Du also took two steps away from Zang Hongai, afraid that stupidity would be contagious.

"Huh?" Zang Hongai began to reflect on whether he had read something wrong, but he looked Song Miluo carefully, up and down, the white and tender look was still the same, and a little stronger, but how long has it been? Ah, what kind of genius shooter can practice marksmanship to perfection, and was praised by Yuan Xingche.

"What are you looking at?" Yuan Xingche said and stood beside Song Miluo, blocking Zang Hongai's gaze.

Yiyinpeck opened his eyes on the crooked neck tree in the distance.

When he saw Yuan Xingche, he waved his hand suddenly, and a long blade flew towards him.

Yuan Xingche smiled.There was a sound of "collapse", and a small stone hit the long knife flying towards Yuan Xingche's face.

This was a sneak attack. Many people present didn't even see clearly what he was throwing. They only saw Song Miluo throwing stones and the long knife stuck in the ground. It was Song Miluo's stone that blocked the long knife. The flying speed was very fast, why did Song Miluo block it?

"Damn it! My God." What kind of quasi-head force is this?This is enlisting in the army two years early. Hasn't it become an industry benchmark long ago?

Zang Hongai wiped his eyes, and his eyes lit up when he looked at Song Miluo.

Yiyinpeking over there has already jumped down from the tree, and there are knives, knives and guns around him, as if he is going to throw them all over in the next second.

He didn't speak, but just looked in Yuan Xingche's direction. He squinted his eyes to see clearly that the person squatting at Yuan Xingche's feet was the one who commanded the tree's ability to make him get poked by the big locust tree.

"What does it mean that Hanhan looked at us without saying a word?" Xiong Hu asked.

"He is narrow-minded about holding grudges, maybe he is looking for enemies among us." Yuan Xingche said.

"This man throws knives. Could it be that he doesn't know how to use knives?" Zang Hongai thought for a while, "Why don't you fight hand-to-hand with the boss?"

"Look." Song Miluo pointed to a peck in the distance, "Even if he throws a knife, he still holds another knife in his hand. If you say he doesn't know how to use a knife, I can't see it. He He should be a good hand with a knife, so he always holds life-saving things in his hand."

Yuan Xingche knew about Yiyinpeking's ability. Yiyinpeking was originally from Huaxia, and his master was also a descendant of Chinese ancient martial arts. Otherwise, he would not be able to learn sword skills as a child in a foreign country.

"Be careful." Song Miluo said.

Yuan Xingche nodded: "Don't worry."

Song Miluo knew that Yuan Xingche had his own measure, so he felt relieved.

With one jump, Yuan Xingche jumped over the big pit that was more than four meters long. His strength increased, his jumping ability and reaction speed increased a lot.

"Yuan Xingche." He knew at a glance that Song Miluo's ability was too mysterious and unpredictable, since it was only Yuan Xingche who was fighting, he first chopped Yuan Xingche into eight pieces.

"What, came to take revenge?" Yuan Xingche asked.

"Hand over the old lady, and I can spare you." Yiyinpeking said.

Yuan Xingche sneered: "How many times your organization has fought against me, but you have never defeated me once. You have such a thick skin. You dare to say such big words in front of me. You are really not afraid of Fengda's tongue."

Yiyinpeu could hear that he was being ridiculed, but he didn't want to have any verbal disputes with Yuan Xingche. After all, he was really not confident in bickering.

The blade was like the wind, brushing past Yuan Xingche's ears, and another knife flew towards him. Yuan Xingche turned around, grabbed one of them, and smashed all the knives flying towards him with the knife in his hand.

"What are you afraid of? There are people in my family who won't take advantage of you if they get close." Yuan Xingche said.

Everyone looked at Song Miluo in unison.

When Yuan Xingche approached, there was only one knife left beside him, and only one knife was left in Yuan Xingche's hand.

With a drink, he became more proud: "Sword fighting, even my master has already been defeated by my subordinates."

"Okay, that's before the end of the world." Yuan Xingche said: "If it were before the end of the world, I would have pulled out my gun and fired a snipe two miles away, and you would have been gone."

"But now is the end of the world." Yiyinpeking said.

Yuan Xingche lifted the saber and slashed at it from top to bottom.

Yiyinpeking laughed in his heart, there were too many flaws, as long as he raised the knife from the bottom, all the vital points of Yuan Xingche's waist and abdomen would fall into his hands.

The two knives touched each other, and when he drank and pecked, he first felt a little strength, and then saw his knife being broken by Yuan Xingche's knife, and finally Yuan Xingche's knife fell, almost approaching his shoulder and neck.

Yiyinpeking tried his best to dodge it, avoiding the vital point, but his arm was cut off entirely.

What kind of sword and body skills are vulnerable to absolute power.

Yuan Xingche carried the knife that was still drinking blood on his shoulder: "In the last days, you will disappear."

His knife slashed at Yiyinpeking's neck again, but sand and stones flew in front of him suddenly, the wind blew the tonic robes and sleeves on Yiyinpeking rattling, and his arm that was broken on the ground was even hit several times by the wind. Wheels.

"Yuan Xingche!" The revenge of the broken arm, almost bleeding from the roots of his teeth, his mouth was full of blood, and he wished it could be Yuan Xingche's blood.

A strong wind blew over.

Yiyinpeck, who was seriously injured, backed away.

Yuan Xingche's knife fell to the ground, and when he raised the knife again, the peck was already blown into the sky by the wind, and was grabbed by a woman.

The woman in the sky was wearing a long purple dress, holding an umbrella in her hand, and her feet were volleying in the air. She was condescending and smiled at the one on the ground, "Look, I told you that I can't beat Yuan Xingche, and I will give it to you when I go back." treat."

An iris was pinned to her ear, and the purple petals fluttered on her temples in the wind.

A drink of peck's blood soaked half of his body, and it was ticking down from the sky. He was so angry that he couldn't speak, and only resentment remained in his eyes looking at Yuan Xingche.

Yuan Xingche stood on the ground, threw the long knife in his hand into the sky, and treated him in his own way.

The girl in the purple skirt took a drink and flew up a bit, narrowly dodging the flying knife.

"Tsk, what a pity." Yuan Xingche said.

"Yuan Xingche! When we meet again, it will be life and death!" Yiyinpei shouted in vain.

Zang Hongai shouted proudly: "Okay, I see that you are not the only ones flying in the sky, there is also a cow floating beside you."

Song Miluo asked Xionghu to help lay the bridge across the trench, trotted over, and picked up the severed hand from the ground.

"Come and touch, you have to learn to shake hands with the enemy to make peace." Song Miluo said.

Even if it was the hand he cut off with his own hands, he still wants to hold it?

"..." Yuan Xingche.