Zhang Xunjiu woke up and found that he was suffocated because he forgot to close the window.
The windows outside were empty, and the air-sucking bugs had broken out of their prisons again.
It has a big mouth, but there is no taste of blood in its mouth.
Looking at the mouth blankly, it seemed as if he saw the figure of a nightmare.
How? Evolved? Zhang Xunjiu felt that his limbs were out of control.
When it raised its leg, it vaguely heard the sound of the joints being broken and then healed rapidly, but the sound was getting closer.
But his body couldn't move, and his will seemed to be pulled away. It wasn't until his sense of smell was filled with the sophistry of his dreams that he regained some sense. Unfortunately it was too late.
The left index finger is almost the only part of the body that still has sensation, but it keeps trembling and has no effect.
Close the window! Close the window! But it was too late.
The next second, I felt a sharp pain in my chest, and my back hit the wall, causing even more pain.
In the dizziness, under the light and shadow, a tall man entered the room with his backhand. He held a gun in his right hand and had a tough face.
He closed the window and door as quickly as possible and turned on the air generator in the corner.
Then, Hou Xuchuan's military boots creaked and rubbed against the floor. The voice was smooth and ruthless, "General, you are seriously injured and confused."
But Hou Xuchuan was suppressed in his heart - Zhang Xunjiu saved him - and his blood was flowing in his body from then on.
"Setting the prophet: 1. The blood of this world is a combination of supernatural powers and essence. Don't give it to others easily. Losing it will severely damage your vitality.
2. Judging from the overall ability, the blood of a person with high abilities will increase the ability of a person with relatively low abilities.
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