Ultimate God Of Death

"I don't know how Jane is..."

Ye Feng looked at the direction Jane left and whispered in a trance.

"You don't have to care about Jane. She's much stronger than you. You can also take the opportunity to let her vent. She has experienced amnesia and imprisonment one after another. She just woke up from sleep recently. After a few hours, she was directly thrown into space. Ye Feng, after so many failures, Jane needs a channel to vent her emotions."

Dick doesn't care what Jane will face. Well, to be exact, Dick doesn't care about everyone except himself. Sometimes he doesn't even care about himself.

"Dick, maybe you're right - forget it. Find a way to take this stone. When we meet Jane, we'll leave this damn place immediately."

The reason why Ye Feng is anxious to take Jane away from the world is very simple: Ye Feng's own safety and Jane's character.

For Jane and Dick, Ye Feng is not worried about their safety at all. Needless to say, Dick has a pile of strange devices on this old immortal. No one can kill him unless he wants to commit suicide; Not to mention Jane, this woman is so strong that she can swim around the universe without wearing a spacesuit!

In fact, the current situation is that Ye Feng is alone and in a state of no guarantee. Without self-healing ability, Ye Feng is at best an ordinary human with top physical quality. When facing the fire attack of more than three people alone, the unarmed Ye Feng has to peel off his skin even if he doesn't die.

You know, the potential enemies Ye Feng faces are all scavengers who have experienced the cruel elimination of waste soil. In the real sense, all the scavengers who lick blood with a knife are not easy to deal with. The easy to deal with early TM have been eliminated

Despite her own safety, Ye Feng is also very worried about Jane's mental state. She is in a blank period of extreme mental instability. Killing can indeed relieve her depression to a certain extent, but too many killings may lead to more serious consequences, such as annihilating Jane's original master, which Ye Feng never wants to see, He doesn't want to chase a murderous sister, although her face is really worth Ye Feng's madness!!!

"It's easy for you to say. They watch too closely. I need you to help me distract their attention." Dick whispered to Ye Feng with his arm around Ye Feng's shoulder.

"Lead away? They are hungry, but they dare to eat each other. How do you think I can attract their attention and have a stand up crosstalk?" Ye Feng flicked Dick's hand on his shoulder and glared at the old help.

"The direction is correct, the way needs to be changed, bastard, let's do it like us -" Dick looked around and found his goal: a hemispherical building built of metal mesh.

"Hey, pretty boy, is that duel arena for fighting or watching?" Dick turned around and shouted to a group of wasters nearby.

"Do you mean to tear the fighting field?" a short and vigorous bald male waster asked back. It may be the environmental pollution on the wasteland. Almost all scavengers have unhealthy light gray or light yellow skin. Especially many people have skin diseases, which looks very whatthefuck!?

"Do you have other fighting fields here? Of course it's the one you said. What I want to ask is: who wants to compete with the little white face next to me?"

When Dick said this, he grabbed Ye Feng, who was forced by his side, raised Ye Feng's arm high and demonstrated and led the war against other wasteland people.

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It has to be said that the daily life of these aborigines is no fun. The emergence of a dead fight is enough to ignite everyone's enthusiasm, except Ye Feng, the little white face in Dick's mouth.

"See you at the duel ground!"

Dick sold Ye Feng directly. He sold Ye Feng completely and safely.

"Dick, what are you doing? Are you crazy?"

Ye Feng threw Dick's hand aside and asked the shameless old rascal with a red face. Does this bastard have a conscience? Won't he feel heartache when he touches his heart?

"Don't be afraid, maple boy. You are an excellent soldier. Don't forget that you are known as the" God of death. "Dick patted Ye Feng on the shoulder and said earnestly.

"And don't worry. It's really unrealistic to recover your lost self-healing ability under this condition, but it can still be achieved by temporarily improving the activity of your cells."

As Dick spoke, he took out a syringe gun from his arms and tried to touch out a small bottle full of red liquid. When Dick combined the two, he directly connected the injection gun filled with red liquid to Ye Feng's left arm.

After a short second, Ye Feng suddenly felt a heat flow filling his whole body, strength, speed and reflex nerves. Ye Feng felt the strength of his body from inside to outside.

"The effect of this thing is really good, but the duration is a little short and the sequelae is a little fierce. However, whatever, I've finished the injection."

Dick said indifferently.

"What!?" at this time, Ye Feng's blood filled his pupils, and his consciousness began to be a little blurred. As if there was a layer of filter in front of him, Ye Feng felt that the whole world began to shake, and everything in his sight began to turn red.

"I feel something... Wrong..."

Ye Feng gradually found that he was losing control of his body. He no longer seemed to be the driver of his body. He seemed to have another consciousness, controlling the "steering wheel" of his body, and Ye Feng was thrown directly into the trunk.

At this time, Ye Feng seems to be watching a movie from the first perspective with a VR helmet, and the protagonist of the movie is his own body.

Ye Feng's body directly threw a fist and flew Dick several meters away. This is not Ye Feng's intention, although he really wants to do so.

"Well, it's exciting." Dick, who was knocked to the ground, got up and covered his bloody nose with his hand.

"Oh! Sleeping trough, sleeping trough!"

Before Dick finished speaking, Ye Feng's body rushed straight to the field. Ye Feng was running fast, tore open the barbed wire with his bare hands and jumped directly into the field. Then, with the inertia of the sprint, Ye Feng's body jumped high, aimed at an unlucky man who was dueling in the fighting field, and directly kicked his head to pieces.

"Great!"

The audience burst into loud cheers for the sudden appearance of little white face, the passage of life and the wanton blood, which is people's most primitive desire to watch.

"Here we go! Babies!", a bald guy with paint on his face, standing on a small platform on the roof of the arena, he is the host of the arena, mobilizing the emotions of the players and the audience.

"Oh, my God, I'll go. What's this TM doing?"

From the perspective of a bystander, Ye Feng watched a scavenger who rushed to himself. The man is wearing a steel skull mask, which looks particularly terrible