Infinity: Others play games with krypton gold, I play games with krypton life

Chapter 269 Protecting 0 is only natural.

Fu Yongxin had just suffered a series of setbacks, so he didn't dare to rush forward this time.

He stood behind Drizzt, secretly encouraging him to strike first.

"The Ling whose twin swords turned into two hands probably got hurt badly just now. I'm afraid he won't be able to recover in a short time."

"The other guy is just a fragile one. Although I don't know where he gets so much strength from, he is definitely no match for you. As long as you tie him up like you did just now, he will be at your mercy. Whether you want to take his blood, cut his flesh, or do something else, it will be easy."

As if he was moved by the last suggestion, black and gray smoke spread out from Drizzt's body, like ink turning into water, instantly covering the entire reed bush.

Ling Rizhao took a step forward and stretched out his hand to block Xiao Qianchuan behind him.

"I'll stop these two guys here. You take Lanbo and the others and go first."

Xiao Qianchuan did not retreat, but took a step forward and stood side by side with Officer Ling.

"I'm going to kill them and take you with me."

This domineering statement gave Ling Rizhao a sense of illusion.

It turns out that he can also be the one being protected!

But the "learning materials" he found online yesterday clearly stated that the party who is bearing the brunt of the pain often needs more protection.

Analyzing from the data, he should be 1, and Xiao Qianchuan should be 0.

1 protects 0, it is only natural.

This position must not be changed.

Ling Rizhao firmly believed this, so he took another step forward.

When Xiao Qianchuan saw that the other person still insisted on blocking him behind him, he immediately became unhappy.

Instead of fighting side by side with him, you want him to be a deserter?

Xiao Qianchuan became angry and took a step forward.

The two of them moved forward one step at a time, neither giving in.

This situation made Fu Yong's confidence tremble, and he couldn't help but want to step back.

Watching the two approaching him fearlessly, Drizzt also raised one eyebrow.

I wonder what tricks the other party is playing.

Little did they know that it was just the desire of the two opponents, both of whom had different but similar goals, that was causing the trouble.

Seeing that he would be face to face with Trist in just two steps, Xiao Qianchuan was finally defeated.

He simply attacked unexpectedly, and before Trist could react, he punched him directly in the half of his face.

"Ah...ah!"

This punch caused Trist's only remaining eye to sink in, and his face was covered in blood and tears.

Before Xiao Qianchuan could throw a punch, Officer Ling kicked him back with a spinning kick, sending him flying and hitting Fu Yongxin who was standing behind him.

The two evil spirits fell into a ball, and Trist got hit hard, but it was Fu Yongxin who screamed the most miserably.

"Ouch! My head, my arms, and my legs are about to fall apart again. What's the point of releasing this smog if you don't do something quickly?"

Neither the two people nor the ghost present noticed that the fog surrounding them was shrinking.

Trist dug out his eyeball and reattached it, then got up from Fu Yongxin.

Ling Rizhao didn't give the opponent a chance to attack, and stabbed it in the abdomen before it could stand firm.

His fingertips pierced through the body, but Trist took the initiative to hug the person.

Then the fog gathered and shrank, instantly wrapping Xiao Qianchuan tightly into a terracotta warrior.

Fu Yongxin got up from the ground with a big laugh, walked around behind Ling Rizhao, and was about to insert his hand into the other's heart.

Ling Rizhao kicked backwards, then turned his left hand into a knife, spun around and cut off Trist's arms that were tightly holding him.

This set of movements was smooth and seamless, and the two evil ghosts fell backwards with screams.

Immediately afterwards, Ling Rizhao rushed back to Xiao Qianchuan.

Afraid that the sharp blade would hurt the other person, he returned to using his hands and forcefully tore apart the mist that tightly wrapped around Xiao Qianchuan.

"Xiaochuan! Xiaochuan, don't be afraid. I'm coming to save you. Can you speak? Can you breathe?"

Ling Rizhao tried to tear it off in a hurry, but the fog wrapped around it layer by layer, making it look like an onion.

No sound came from the terracotta warriors. Afraid that the people inside might suffocate, Ling Rizhao became more and more impatient.

"Haha! Don't waste your energy. How can resentment be resolved so easily? By now, the guy inside might have been suffocated to death."

Drizzt's playful laugh failed to attract the attention of the guy opposite.

He suddenly felt unhappy and wanted to teach Ling Rizhao a lesson.

Without his arms, Trist planned to draw back some of his resentment and condense new arms.

But he suddenly found that he could not recall even a trace of the mist.

Drizzt looked horrified.

At this moment, he didn't care about whether the man surnamed Ling would attack him. He took a few steps forward and tried to recall again.

But the fog remained motionless.

How can it be?

Drizzt no longer attempted a recall, choosing instead to let the mist dissipate.

But still failed.

The resentment was out of his control!

How can this be?

Trist suddenly looked up at Ling Rizhao who was still struggling to tear off the resentment, but it was clear that the other party did not have that ability.

So how come...

Suddenly he thought of something and looked at the figurine.

It's him!

But that boy was clearly a sacrifice and would only be consumed by resentment, so how could he possibly control it?

Drizzt refused to believe it.

So he rushed to the terracotta warrior without hesitation, opened his mouth and tore the entire face horizontally. He wanted to swallow up the resentment as quickly as possible so that it could return to his body.

But before he touched the terracotta warriors, the resentment suddenly came back at him.

Drizzt was overjoyed and quickly moved forward to catch it with his body.

Then the mist seemed to be controlled by someone and rushed straight into Trist's chest, directly making a big hole in his already broken chest.

Trist was carried away by the aftermath of the mist and fell heavily to the ground.

His body had long been cold and he couldn't bleed at all, but at this moment he miraculously felt the liquid flowing in his body.

Trist lowered his head with difficulty and found that what was flowing was not the blood in his body, but the bones and flesh that were shattered into pieces by the resentment.

Except for his head, his entire body had turned into a pool of mud.

He doesn't understand.

"why why?"

There were footsteps approaching, and Drizzt wanted to hide but couldn't move at all.

He turned his eyes and saw the person coming. It was...

Sure enough it was him!

It's a sacrifice.

The sacrifice didn't die, but instead controlled the resentment?

It's an unheard of miracle.

If I tell this to others, I'm afraid all the demons in the Nine Abyss will treat it as a joke.

Only Drizzt couldn't laugh.

When he saw the other party raise that... deformed left hand, he knew he was dead.

Because that left hand was swirling with all the resentment he had accumulated.

Trist was unwilling to give up and wanted to ask for clarification, but the next second the black fog poured down and submerged him.

Under the impact of resentment, Trist was left with no trace.

Fu Yongxin's soul was trembling as he looked at the scene in front of him.

Seeing the young man walking towards him, Fu Yongxin knocked his head to the ground.

"Please let me go! You've already killed me once. Please, let me live!"

Xiao Qianchuan lowered his eyes and glanced at Fu Yongxin who was crawling at his feet, with no expression on his face.

He asked Luo Xie to raise his left hand in front of Fu Yongxin, who was so frightened that he immediately covered his head and dodged.

"It's no use begging me, you might as well beg them. If they agree, I'll let you go."

The young man's words were undoubtedly a shot in the arm. Fu Yongxin suppressed his fear and approached the black ball the size of a walnut that was condensed from the resentment on his left hand, trying to seek the truth.

"I was wrong! Please..."

Before he could utter more pleas for mercy, resentment suddenly surged up into the sky, carrying with it countless cries and curses from men and women, and fell heavily onto Fu Yongxin's crown.

He was crushed into a pulp from head to toe.