Dow and Carbon-Based Monkey Breeding Guidelines

Chapter 693 Pamina
"……Hey?"

From the appearance of the shadow to the fall to the ground, it only took less than two seconds.Zhang Mumu, who was pulled away, lowered his head blankly, looking at the "person" who fell on the ground.

It's a man in a suit, about 20 years old.Judging from the appearance alone, it is absolutely hard to imagine that he is on all fours and galloping like electricity.The only special thing is that his palms and nails, from the length to the iron hook-like shape, are no longer human, but resemble the claws of canines.

"...Huh? A zombie?"

"No, the claws are more like werewolves."

Zhou Yu answered with restrained excitement.He stared at his prey on the ground, noticing that his fingertips were still trembling slightly.

"Didn't he die?"

Penetrating the brainstem is undoubtedly a fatal injury, but the range and method of the finger movements are definitely not residual nerve reflexes.However, there are already too many things that go beyond common sense at the moment, so don't be surprised.He raised the knife, ready to attempt to sever the spinal cord.

Before he dropped the knife, there was a sound of wind in the distance.

The "people" who were originally running away seemed to be irritated by the fact that their companions were attacked, and turned around to meet them again.There are a total of six newly returned ones.

Holding the knife, Zhou Yu stood in front of Zhang Mumu looking forward.These "people" are male and female, dressed like ordinary citizens, and their expressions are unusually calm.What is revealed from their eyes is not a sluggish and ignorant animal, but the look of a completely rational person.

"Can you talk?" Zhou Yu raised his voice and asked the person directly in front of him.

No "person" responded to him, and only hostility spread in the frozen silence.

So Zhou Yu stopped talking.He tilted his head and aimed at the opponent's neck, the blade dangling in his hand.

If one person is alone, can six be dealt with?Does Zhang Mumugu deserve it?He was not at all sure.

However, he has no fear.What flows in Zhou Yu's heart is only the joyous song played by infinite joy.

kill it.kill it.The voice in my heart is agitating like this.Even if you die in the slaughter here, it is completely the best ending!

He raised the blade.

squeak--

Just then, a light came out of the intersection.The opposing sides turned their heads to look at the same thing.

The light that pierced through the night of slaughter changed from dim to dazzling in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, as Zhou Yu had seen in the hallucination before, the scene as if arranged by fate happened.A female rider dressed in orange and carrying a long sword drove a battery car and quickly crashed into the middle of the street.

The wheels ran over one of the "people", making the sound of bone and flesh breaking.There was a sound of swiping, metal collided with metal, and the female rider drew a sharp long blade from behind.

The gloomy light rippled like water waves.

In an instant, soundlessly, the "people" on her left and right sides shattered at the same time.It is not simply beheading and beheading, such a bloody and fragmented state can only remind people of the word "disintegration".

Zhou Yu held his breath, quietly watching the human body parts in the pool of blood.Witnessing the moment when life was crushed, he only felt that it was as magnificent as fireworks blooming.

The dim light swept past without a pause.

The female rider jumped out of the car at some point.Ethereal, like a ballet dancer.Her hands and feet rotated and spread out lightly, and the ghostly light rose and fell swiftly and swiftly.This is the demon dancing in the sea of ​​corpses and blood.

There was not even time for people to breathe, and the six "people" on all fours were chopped to pieces by her.Even the one whose head was pierced by Zhou Yu and lying on the ground was neatly cut apart by Youguang.

Right in front of Zhou Yu, the "human wolf" broke apart.Blood dripped from the corpse, soaking Zhou Yu's white cloth shoes.The intoxicating heat slowly spread from the soles of his feet to the depths of his brain.

Zhou Yu first lowered his head, watching the rose-like bright red calmly and dully.Then, in a trance, he gradually raised his head.

The female rider appeared right in front of Zhou Yu, holding a sword in her right hand and taking off her helmet with her left hand.With a face showing his true face, he was facing Zhou Yu.

He forgot words.

The face and temperament of the woman in front of me are indeed somewhat familiar at first glance, but if you look at them for a while, you will find differences.The female rider's perfectly lined facial features are more charming and delicate than Zhou Yu's; her translucent and shallow eyes seem to exude a sharp splendor under the moonlight.

She was the culprit behind the Vanishing Alley tragedy.

When the real culprit appeared, all Zhou Yu's suspicions disappeared, but Zhou Yu couldn't be happy about it right now.

The female rider's gaze at him gradually changed from strangeness and doubt to clear hostility.Similarly, an inexplicable sense of resistance rose in his heart.In the confusion, he suddenly understood that the other party was a "natural enemy".

"...how did you come here?" the female rider asked displeasedly, her voice was like an ice knock.

When she frowned, she suddenly approached Zhou Yu, making Zhou Yu think that she was staring at the mirror.

"You didn't build this road, did you? Do you still need to collect tolls?" With rising disgust, he answered unceremoniously.

This is just an instinctive counterattack, and he hasn't figured out how to deal with the current situation.However, the female rider seemed to take this as a signal for war.She raised the edge of the blade leaning on the ground a little, and pointed the edge at Zhou Yu.

The blade of this weapon is about half a foot wide and more than one meter long.As a lightweight one-handed sword, its size is really cumbersome.No wonder the female rider had to prop the sword on the ground when hanging it vertically.At the moment of being easily swung, the more than one-meter-long blade seemed to disappear, leaving only a faint glow.Zhou Yu squinted his eyes, trying to make out the outline of the blade from the brilliance.

The strange thing was that the female rider obviously just swung the weapon casually and slowly, but his dynamic vision couldn't capture the blade at all.

It was an unusual blade, that was all he could think of.

The woman pointed the blade obliquely at the ground and walked over step by step.Sensing the threat in her actions, Zhou Yu held the switchblade in front of him, and said, "Student Zhang."

"……Eh?"

"I'm sorry to expose the true face of your savior, she is a murderer. Please go to a place with a lot of people."

Zhou Yu said, lifting the corner of her skirt with her left hand.Today Zhou Yu wore a silk flared dress. He cut the silk with a knife and made a long slit on the side of the skirt's left leg.After the action became easier, he took the initiative to meet him calmly.

The height and shape of the two sides were similar, and without thinking about it, he swung his upward swing horizontally, and the spring blade slashed towards the snow-white curved neck.

The female rider raised her sword.A dim light appeared.The handle of the knife in Zhou Yu's palm flicked violently, not only was the attack easily bounced off by the opponent, even his hand was numb from the shock.He heard his opponent sigh softly.

The dark blue sword light flowed like water, rolling from the opponent's hand to Zhou Yu's sides.He blocked for a moment, then jumped back abruptly, retreating into the shadows between the street lights.

The gloomy light dissipated, and the female cavalry stood on the spot with a sword in hand. She didn't pursue her, but locked her eyes firmly on her opponent.Zhou Yu looked at her for a moment, then lowered his head and looked at the forearm that felt the warmth.There was no damage to the wrist-length sleeves.There was only a bright bloodstain, slowly dripping down the arm from the hot and painful place on the upper arm.

Within seconds, the ground around his feet was stained red with blood.

"...strange weapon."

At this life-threatening moment, Zhou Yu's emotions seemed to have been paralyzed. He calmly cut off a section of the skirt from the torn dress, and tied the upper end of his right arm tightly to stop the bleeding.

Then, he handed the handle of the knife to his left hand, and quickly and quietly escaped into the corridor next to him.

(End of this chapter)