Ten Days End

Seeing more and more "ants" in the square start to touch the ground, Yan Zhichun felt a little cold on his back.

They did not lose all their senses, they still had touch and reason.

Now all the "ants" seemed to want to figure out what happened. After all, it was past the time for them to go out to work, but no one opened the door for them, so they could only touch the ground to sense the situation nearby.

Yan Zhichun felt that for these "ants", even if a body fell on them, they would only think that other "ants" accidentally touched them. Perhaps the "ants" agreed to avoid this situation, so they scattered in various corners of the square, just to avoid touching each other and causing panic.

While the longhorn beetle disappeared, Yan Zhichun took the strange hair and quickly walked to the "ant" according to its guidance and squatted beside him.

From the appearance alone, Yan Zhichun couldn't tell that this "ant" was different from the others. They all had white skin, no facial features, and no hair. He was squatting on the ground, with his hands apart, touching the ground at a strange angle.

Yan Zhichun made a prompt decision and walked up to him and patted him.

The other party was obviously startled and turned his eyes with holes to "look" at Yan Zhichun. He was a little confused, and Yan Zhichun was also a little confused.

Because Yan Zhichun didn't know how to communicate with this thing at all.

The "ant" decisively stopped touching the ground, but stretched out his dirty hands and reached towards Yan Zhichun.

Although Yan Zhichun was a little scared, she didn't retreat in a hurry, but gradually she found that the direction of the other party's hands seemed to be her eyeballs. In the case of no way to avoid it, she could only reach out and hold the other party's wrist.

At this moment, Yan Zhichun felt as if he was holding two ice bars, and "Ant" seemed to be burned and trembled slightly.

The two were stunned for a few seconds, and "Ant" quickly clasped his hands and pulled Yan Zhichun's palm in front of him with great strength. Then he used his broken arm to move his wrist and wrote a word crookedly in the center of Yan Zhichun's palm-

"Who?"

Yan Zhichun knew that "Ant" was rational, but she never thought that their thinking could be so clear that they could even write words on their hands. In this way, they must be able to communicate.

But this question is not easy to answer. If the answer written is "Yan Zhichun" or "Jidao", more things may need to be explained.

So she thought for a while and wrote four words on the palm of "Ant"-

"Killing longhorn beetles."

"Ant" held his palm and felt these four words. Although he could not show any expression, Yan Zhichun felt that he was very confused.

Black Sheep narrowed his eyes and saw Yan Zhichun and "Ant" start to communicate from a distance. He quickly re-determined the tactics and said to the void: "Since you don't want to take action, why don't you come out and have a chat? You are just "hiding", not "silent", right?"

The loud voice spread to every corner of the square, and everyone except "Ant" heard it.

"I will find your position when you talk. You don't think you can beat me, right?" Black Sheep said again, "When "hiding" doesn't work, the remaining two "immortal skills" are even less helpful to you. I am a little worried about you."

Black Sheep said arrogant words, but his eyes were extremely cautious. He tried to feel all the airflow around him. As long as there was a breeze blowing from any direction, it meant that the sky bull couldn't hold it back.

"I'm worried that you, the great sky bull, lost to a ground sheep here." Black Sheep shouted coldly, "Speaking of which...why do I feel that the ground bull is harder to kill than you? Are you really suitable for this position? "

As soon as the voice fell, Black Sheep felt a breeze surging on his left side. He instantly bent his hands to try to resist. He probably adapted to the attack of the Longicorn, and then raised his hands to his chest to protect his heart, but he soon found that something was wrong. This time the wind was stronger than before.

"Not good... It's a "kick"..."

The Longicorn did not punch this time, but swept the Black Sheep's ribs with a sweeping kick. When Black Sheep realized this problem, it was too late to resist. After all, he was fighting with a ball of air. In addition to relying on a little feeling, the remaining ninety-nine points depended on luck.

The ribs were severely injured, and Black Sheep coughed. He felt a sweetness in his throat, and a lot of blood flowed into his mouth, as if his internal organs were kicked to pieces.

But what was surprising was that he actually stood there without moving.

I saw his left hand bent downward, as if he was holding something.

"Ha..." The blood in Black Sheep's mouth graduallyThe water gradually dripped, but a rare smile appeared on his face, "Finally I caught you..."

After saying that, he strangled the opponent's legs with all his strength, raised his foot and kicked hard at the knee of the enemy's other leg in his impression.

When he was about to kick, he suddenly felt that the longhorn beetle was lifted into the air, and he instantly lost all his center of gravity and was quickly taken to the sky.

Before he could figure out the direction, the airflow in front of him was broken, and a fist hit his nose hard, but the black sheep never let go.

Since there was no way to restrict the opponent's actions in the first place, the black sheep could only change tactics immediately and raised his hand to hit the invisible body.

"Bang"!

A muffled sound came, and the black sheep couldn't help but frowned.

Because this punch hit hard.

A barely perceptible groan came from the black sheep's eyes, further confirming his guess.

Although he controlled one of the beetle's legs, the opponent not only had three limbs that could move, but could even dodge in mid-air. Why did this punch hit him?

The airflow in front of him was once again split by something, and this time it rushed towards the black sheep's neck. The black sheep immediately shrank back, feeling that his chin was hit. He didn't have time to think, and then he stabbed again. There was also a muffled sound, and this punch obviously hit again.

"It works." The black sheep instantly forgot the pain on his body, and then launched a series of attacks.

The beetle seemed to know that it could not be entangled with it, and immediately swung its whole body and moved at high speed in the air. The continuous injuries made it impossible for the black sheep to concentrate on controlling the opponent's legs. He was soon thrown away from the high altitude and fell straight to the ground.

The black sheep's whole body fell to the ground, but he did not stay for too long. He turned over and stood up, reaching out to wipe the blood off his face.

The two punches just now were really strange...

Every time he was hit, he fought back and hit the beetle accurately.

So...

"The longhorn beetle only has one hand to use...?"