The female supporting role is reborn in the last days, I live by cultivating immortals

Chapter 37: Chapter 37

In the early stage of this kind of special spiritual ability, someone needs to be able to recognize heroes with insight, protect them until they grow up, and then they can play a big role in the later stage. However, people with this kind of ability are too good at the early stage, and it is difficult to survive to grow up if they are disliked by others. stand up.

"Then how can I know what my abilities are, and how can I cultivate?" Wang Xue's tone was a little disappointed, and she didn't think her special abilities were so good. At least I can't help her kill more zombies now, I can only say yes Ability can optimize the body.

Han Qingqing picked up the Coke and touched one with Wang Xue, "Don't be discouraged, you may be the hidden king of our team."

"That's right, San'er is right, don't worry about the first one." Qian Duoduo also stepped forward to comfort him.

"Good sister!" Wang Xue took the hands of the two of them. Since her ability can't directly kill zombies with abilities like the youngest metal type, but she is also better than other ordinary people, and can strengthen her own strength. Defense, she can start training from here, and she can also become stronger! "I'm going to take the road of body training. I'm tall at 182, and many zombies are not as tall as me. Since the ability can be used on a pickaxe to easily smash through the zombie's head, I want to be able to pierce the zombie's body with one finger. head!"

"Take me with you!" Xu Heng rubbed his nose, his abilities are useless against zombies, he doesn't want to just be a humanoid generator, he also wants to kill zombies!

Hearing what Xu Heng said, Han Qingqing was a little guilty. She forgot to give the "Tianlei Jue" given by the system to the male protagonist. Wait for her to study this exercise first. Everyone can practice and improve their abilities.

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Outside the villa, the wind was still sunny just now, and suddenly it started to blow violently. Xu Heng and Liu Shaoyang pointed to a super large charred pit in front of them, "What is this? Fire? Subsidence?" Such a large-scale pit cannot appear in the Villa area.

At this time, Wang Xue dealt with a short and fat male zombie without raising his head, "It should be thunder. Before you came, there was a thunderstorm here, and there was a big battle!" They could see the vision in the villa , deafening.

Qian Duoduo controls supernatural arrows to pierce zombies' heads. She is 160 tall. If she manually pierces zombies' heads, she must knock down the opponent first. Now she can control metal supernatural arrows to operate from a long distance, but she can't be accurate. After piercing them, If it is not in place, the zombie will not feel pain, and the arrow on its head will rush towards her vigorously. After a while, she will not be able to condense the second arrow, and she will take a step back in a hurry in the face of the rushing zombie.

Zhu Binjian was right behind her, supported her, and put a farm fork against the zombie's neck to prevent it from approaching, "Control the arrow in its head to explode!" This is what he studied based on Qian Duoduo's shortcomings, I have tried it before, and it can be used if it is not accurate, as long as the metal arrow is in the head, it can explode the opponent's brain.

"I can't control it. There are too few abilities in the body." Qian Duoduo's head hurts a bit, which is the aftereffect of exhaustion of abilities.

In the end, it was Zhu Binjian who detonated the metal energy arrows in the zombie's brain and stood by Qian Duoduo, "Then you should take a rest first and restore your abilities. It will rain soon, and you have to go back to the villa!"

Wang Xue was also tired and a little out of breath. She didn't use any tools, and she had been trying to use all the supernatural powers on her hands. After trying all morning, the best way was to unscrew the zombie's head directly, otherwise it would be a close-range headshot. Her body was too dirty. At the moment, all the zombies around her were decapitated. They lost their bodies. The mouths on the heads of the zombies were still opening and closing, and their eyeballs were also moving.

Xu Heng is studying his lightning power. How to kill zombies, he can only discharge electricity. Zombies don't feel pain, and they won't be anesthetized by electricity. Yes, like Wang Xue, using physical attacks to kill zombies is too slow, is there a way to attack in groups!
Liu Shaoyang became more proficient with his abilities. He also used Zhu Binjian's method to condense soil thorns into the heads of zombies. On the ground, and then go forward to make up the knife quickly.

They found an open space in the villa area, where humans gathered together, and as long as they stood there, they would attract a steady stream of zombies who smelled the smell and ran over in small steps. Originally, each person guarded one direction, and the zombies belonged to whichever direction they came from. Human heads, as the pile of zombies got higher and higher, several people found a suitable method to deal with the zombies.

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At Han's mother's request, Han's father raised the flame control by another gear.

In the kitchen on the third floor, Han Mu, wearing a white shirt and wearing an apron, was stirring the pork ribs and corn soup in the iron pot.

She will be staying in the villa for 10 days. She is going to learn how to cook so that her daughter can taste like her mother.

Last night, Han Qingqing was familiar with "Tian Lei Jue", and it was already late at night after sorting out the knowledge that could be used. It was almost dawn before falling asleep. When she woke up, only Han's father and Han mother were in the villa, and the others went to the villa. Zombie killing training in the area.

"Come on, mother made you soup today." Mother Han put a bowl of dark soup in front of Han Qingqing.

The ribs and corn can be seen, but why is the soup so dark?
After taking a sip, Han Qingqing smacked her mouth, "Ms. Zhao, have you ever tasted it yourself?"

Mother Han took the bowl and nodded, "Taste it, it's not good, it seems to have put a little more salt, soy sauce, vinegar, and maybe a little sugar!"

"Do I have to drink this soup myself? I think Dad might like it." Han Qingqing was holding the bowl, unable to take a second sip.

"It's your father's fault that this soup is so bad!" Mother Han said angrily, "He started the fire."

Han's mother brought a bigger bowl of soup and put it in front of Han's father. "Hurry up and finish the soup, both of you, don't expect to leave it for others to come back to drink, my face must not be thrown in front of outsiders!"

Han Qingqing looked at the bowl of soup in front of her that had no color, fragrance or taste at all. She was silent for a while, put the pork ribs and corn into her father's bowl, then closed her eyes, and her heart was thumping like medicine. After drinking it, there was still a strange taste in my mouth, which seemed to be a mixture of vinegar and soy sauce, "Ms. Zhao, look at your slender hands and fair face, you are not suitable for cooking, you hurt your skin more ah."

Han's mother looked at the empty bowl, not caring that Han Qingqing gave the dregs to his father, satisfied, then looked at Han's father fiercely, "Drink quickly!"

"I'm your mother, of course I have to cook for you. In the past, I had to go to work to make money and spend it for you. Don't worry, I will cook for you every day." Han's mother felt that this time was a mistake, and Han's father's fire temperature was wrong. To stew soup, you have to control the heat.

Han Qingqing: You don't have to!

"Does our family have to hurt each other like this?" Isn't it good to be filial to a good mother?Why poison! "I feel that after eating the meal made by Ms. Zhao, my love for you will diminish day by day!"

"I didn't hurt each other, so I just took a sip, and you father and daughter drink the rest," Mother Han looked at Han Qingqing kindly, she just did what she did, and gave them to drink whatever she made, without any harm.

People say no?
"Ms. Zhao, the soup you make is terrible, even worse than the water for washing pots!" Then the language hurts. .

Han Mu:. . . . . .

Forget it, she made the wrong payment after all!

Her father was humming and drinking soup, and he didn't dare to talk back at all. Both of them were lower than him.

(End of this chapter)