Apocalypse Rebirth: Chief, Don’t Move!

The interest payment was also intimidated, and he couldn't find the news of the meatball's father and quickly went in the direction of the meatball.

Bai Xiaoxi finally received the small meat ball, and the next second, the pink lips of the small meat ball spit out blood.

"Small meat ball!" This look scared Bai Xiaoxi and the interest-paying Liushen Wuzhu, panic and fear.

You know, the small meat ball is a forty-level ability level. In this way, it was actually injured by the vine whip?

That ’s right, even if it ’s a forty-level ability level, you can imagine that people with high martial arts strength will be seriously injured or even killed on defense-free basis, not to mention a child?

This Yao Wanyan is still in the 30th grade, and exhausted her efforts to deal with the small meat ball, how can she not be beaten by her whip?

The most important thing is that many people do not know that Yao Wanyan is not only a 30-level ability. She used to know that she used zombies' blood for herself except for those opponents, and now she naturally uses poison.

She used the whip herself. The vine whip seemed to be in her hand. In fact, special soft and hard materials were injected into the vine whip. How to be tough is not to mention. As her usual weapon, the poison is extracted.

Everyone in the last days knows that no matter how high the power level is, the poison can only wait to die without the help of the light power or the antidote.

At this time, the small meat ball was exhausted, and there was no ability to use it. It only felt that the place where the whip was pulled was hot and painful. The whole body was like burning in the fire.

The little guy's round eyes suddenly filled with tears, but instead of crying, he stared aggrievedly at the man who stood in the crowd and looked at him coldly.

Obviously, he knew that this was his father, but he was indifferent to it at this time, so that the small meat ball was eager to see his father's heart was inserted into the knife, and it hurt painfully.

I choked and wanted to call him, but his indifferent eyes stimulated him to call.

Finally wiped the tears, and endured the pain, grieved and looked at Bai Xiaoxi, the voice of milk and milk gas with a choked voice, "Uncle, little meat ball hurts."

"Yao Wanyan!" Bai Xiaoxi's heart also hurts when he looked like a small meat ball. The clothes on the key small meat ball were broken because of the vine whip. The white tender body could still see one. Blood stains.

Why did the little guy suffer such humiliation and pain?

When I saw the little guy who was so painful, he came out of his anger, turned his head, and the flame burst into his eyes in an instant.

The shocking scar was clearly seen by the child.

In addition to the child's appearance, the person who had pity Yao Wanyan's mother and son immediately looked at Yao Wanyan with strange eyes. After all, she actually attacked a child.

Yao Wanyan perceives everyone's gaze without any guilt, but a cold-beauty posture, saying vowedly, "Don't pretend to be pitiful, I'm just a level 30 psychic, but this child is still a thunderbolt at level 40 Yes, I look like this as soon as I whip down? Ha ha, touch porcelain actually hit the door of my Feng mercenary regiment. "

As soon as this remark came out, those who watched the lively melon-eaters stared at Bai Xiaoxi and the small meat ball with a trace of disgust, not only in such a look but also with disdain.