Ultimate God Of Death

But Ye Feng is not dead.

If he didn't die, he didn't die. Just the next day, several living people were needed for the recruitment meeting. Adhering to the concept of waste reuse, Ye Feng was brought back to the 'Fortress'.

Zhenghe and Ye Feng's idea.

Although he was beaten and almost killed, Ye Feng had to continue to add wounds to his body in the immersion of sea water. Otherwise, after a night, he would become lively every morning. If someone found his abnormality, there might be a problem.

So all night, Ye Feng struggled with the self-healing genes in his body, trying to make himself miserable and look different.

The whole night was spent in torture and pain. No one paid attention to Ye Feng, who was locked in the water prison, until noon, he was lifted from the sea.

To live up to expectations, the wound on his body has been completely infected after a night of seawater immersion, and even some places have begun to flow pus.

"You TM are disgusting," complained a big man who dragged him out with Ye Feng. "Have you TM been thrown into the toilet?"

"I slept with your mother all night."

The physical pain can't make Ye Feng shut up. He paid a heavy price for his words. However, he was severely beaten again. Ye Feng looked even worse yesterday.

At least it won't show up now.

Because his face is covered with blood and mud, no one will recognize his true identity at all. Ye Feng is confident that even if Mr. skeleton hits him and walks in front of him, he can't see that he is Ye Feng at all.

At least that bastard Huangliang has to recognize me. Ye Feng thought that if Huang Liang couldn't distinguish him, it would be completely abandoned.

Dragged out of the dungeon, Ye Feng was thrown into a group of more than a dozen people. The others looked black and blue, but he was undoubtedly the most miserable one.

"Man, what's wrong with you? How did you get beaten like this?" a man asked Ye Feng.

"I'm dying. Do you still have the leisure to care about me?" Ye Feng glanced at him. He had been searching for the figure of Huangliang, but he couldn't find it, which made him a little worried.

"I'm dead anyway. I'll use the last bit of time to talk." the man shrugged and said, "m, I'll be a hero again twenty years later."

"What have you done?"

"I slept with Mr. skeleton's girl." the man hehe Zhile said, "it's worth TM in this life -"

With a bang, the brain of the man next to Ye Feng splashed on Ye Feng's face. Ye Feng was stunned, then began to bow his head and vomit, and kept screaming.

In fact, Ye Feng doesn't have much reaction at all. He hasn't seen anything. But he must make a response that ordinary people should have, because just from the corner of his eye, he saw who fired the gun.

Mr. skeleton.

The bastard had hardly changed. He was still the same look that a child would cry when he saw the dress. He was still thin, as if the wind would blow away.

But his temperament has changed greatly. Even if a person suddenly jumps out and says that the Mr. skeleton in front of him is actually a fake. The real Mr. skeleton has already died, and Ye Feng will believe it without doubt.

Although Ye Feng and he met from urination, Mr. skeleton is now like defecation.

It's really a big change. Ye Feng can't recognize him at all.

After wiping the barrel of the gun, Mr. skeleton didn't even look at Ye Feng and other prisoners. He went straight to an open-air stand, followed by a group of chirping younger brothers behind him.

Ye Feng raised his head and looked at him. The heart in his chest seemed to jump out of his throat. He was late. How long had he not experienced such tension.

At the same time of feeling fear, a different sense of stimulation flowed through maple leaf's whole body, making his adrenal hormone surge.

What nm fun! Ye Feng shouted wildly in his heart.

Huangliang finally appeared. Although he seemed to have made a careful disguise, his eyes were too familiar with Ye Feng. The indifferent eyes that had nothing to do with himself were simply. When you looked at it, you could know it was him.

Ye Feng was worried about whether Mr. skeleton would see the difference of Huangliang, but what worried him did not happen. Mr. skeleton leisurely played with his mobile phone without looking at the people below.

This bastard is really leisurely, like in his own back garden. Ye Feng thought. Shit, he's really in his back garden.

Huangliang obviously also saw Ye Feng. He motionless nodded to Ye Feng, and Ye Feng would look at him to follow the plan.

Yes, everything is going according to the plan. I just need Huangliang to kill me. No problem. Ye Feng soothes her tension in her heart.

Without any opening remarks, the recruitment meeting began.

Ye Feng was frightened that the recruitment meeting was not what Lamia described, at least not all.

In fact, Lamia can't be blamed. After all, she didn't see the picture of the recruitment meeting with her own eyes. What she learned was heard from the dog legs of some drunk "skeleton Pro corps".

An old man, especially one who drinks too much and has a bad brain, must have a problem: bragging. No matter what they say, they must tell half and half, and can only listen to 50% at most.

Of this 50%, we may have to make a 50% discount in order to reluctantly rely on the facts.

What Lamia learned was that an idiot who drank too much added fuel and vinegar.

Perhaps in order to show his importance, the idiot of the "skeleton Pro corps" is a recruitment meeting. The candidate selects a person to be slaughtered and kills him.

But this is not the case. The candidates just stand in a row, while several skeleton's doglegs push one out of the crowd to be slaughtered at will, and then randomly designate a candidate to let him do it.

In short, they have no right to choose each other.

Huangliang soon realized this, and Ye Feng clearly saw the confusion hidden in his eyes. Ye Feng subconsciously looked up at Mr. skeleton sitting on the high platform. Fortunately, the bastard was sleeping and had a runny nose.

Damn it, what should I do? Ye Feng was anxious like a bastard, but the problem was that his injury was really heavy. He had no way but to be anxious.

Just then, he was pushed out of the crowd, and a big man rudely threw Ye Feng to the center of the field. Ye Feng stumbled and fell on the sand. The blood on his face and the afternoon sun shone on him, which made him feel very hot and dry. He wanted to drink water and even couldn't wait for his death.

At least after death, it will be much better than now.

Ye Feng was vaguely waiting for his death, while Huang Liang was anxious and wanted to catch all the dog legs present. But when he saw the excellent weapons and equipment in their hands, Huangliang could only give up this unrealistic idea. He hurriedly greeted the dog leg of a Mr. skeleton who was scanning the queue of candidates.

The hairless idiot sneered at Huang Liang, and then pointed to a man next to Huang Liang.

"You boy, come out and kill this thing."

The "thing" in his mouth is the dying leaf maple.

The candidate who did not choose was very nervous, but he was also relieved. He was afraid that he might not be able to kill people, but seeing Ye Feng, who was almost dying, his sense of guilt decreased a lot.

Anyway, your boy is dead. I'll give you a ride to make you suffer less. The bony man swallowed his saliva and walked towards Ye Feng.

"Wait a minute." Huang Liang's palm rested on the man's shoulder.

"What are you doing?" the thin man looked back at Huang Liang in confusion. "What's the matter with you?"

"I like this man," said Huang Liang.

"What are you doing, you idiot?" several "skeleton Pro corps" surrounded and looked at Huang Liang fiercely.

One of them is the brother-in-law of this thin man. It is precisely because of this relationship that he can turn to Ye Feng, who seems to be able to blow to death at one breath. Someone is taking care of him and making it easier for him to enter the "skeleton Pro corps". If ye Feng and Huang Liang could know that there was such an episode, they would be happy.

But Huang Liang doesn't know that this man is actually related. Even if he knows, he doesn't care.

"I like this man," Huang Liang repeated again.

"Well, I'll give it to you." the thin man was pushed by the cold eyes of Huang Liang and immediately counseled. He hurried back to the ranks and didn't dare to look at Huang Liang.

But his brother-in-law disagreed and the matter was settled in this way. He went to Huangliang and stared at him. "Boy, you're arrogant enough, huh? Give me -"

Before he finished, Huang Liang put his fist into his mouth. Half of his teeth were directly broken, mixed with blood and water, and spit on the sand.

He swallowed the other half of his teeth.

He has lost a tooth.

Huangliang's punch stunned everyone present. For a moment, the field was silent. As the man's huge body fell to the ground, everyone present reacted. Several people of the "skeleton Pro corps" pointed their weapons at Huang Liang. Huang Liang smiled contemptuously and walked to Ye Feng.

Looking at Ye Feng, who had fallen into a deep coma, Huang Liang frowned.

First, I took a look at Mr. skeleton on the high platform. The riots in the venue didn't wake him up from his deep sleep, which made Huang Liang's hanging heart gradually fall down. If there was his interference, it would be difficult for Huang Liang to deal with the situation at the scene. Because of his just move, no one dared to approach him, but at the command of Mr. skeleton, Huang Liang had no doubt about his head. These people were his lackeys.

Although he knew that Ye Feng could survive the nuclear explosion, Huang Liang was still a little uncomfortable to kill him himself. He had not inserted the knife into his companion's body before. He didn't know what kind of feeling it would be.

However, looking at Ye Feng's miserable situation, Huang Liang quickly adjusted his state of mind. He went through all the things Ye Feng had experienced before and in his mind. Soon, he had made up his mind to stab Ye Feng to death.

This is not difficult at all. Huang Liang said to himself in his heart. Huang Liang felt his blood boiling at the thought that he really had a chance to give this idiot some help, and then he didn't have to listen to his endless nagging.

There is no need to have any psychological burden for revenge.

He won't die anyway.