Wang Jin looked at Ah Zi, who was feeling warm in his arms.
The little girl frowned and looked in pain.
As if she felt Wang Jin's gaze, she quickly smiled and shook her head.
Wang Jin realized something was wrong and quickly moved Azi's arm away.
Azi wanted to resist, but when she saw Wang Jin's anxious expression, she hesitated and let go.
Gently pulling up Ah Zi's sleeve, Wang Jin saw the wound on it.
The flesh and blood were blurred, as if they had been stabbed out by nails or something like that.
"Is this... because of me?"
Wang Jin was stunned for a moment, then gently picked up Ah Zi.
The little girl wearing purple light armor had evasive eyes, but she still nodded.
"Is it because you just helped me bear the injury?"
After thinking for a moment, Wang Jin roughly confirmed the source of Ah Zi's wound.
Misfortune carries nails in its hands, but all that is transmitted to the madman is the impact.
It seems that the damage caused by the nails was shared by Azi.
"What a gift of gentleness."
After gently rubbing Ah Zi's head, Wang Jin said softly.
"There shouldn't be anything wrong with you. Didn't you fully receive the blessings of paradise?"
"I...I was just thinking hard, I can't let you get hurt because of me."
Ah Zi lowered her head with an apology on her face.
"That's it."
Wang Jin was silent, thinking.
Azi refused to establish contact with the Pale Throne, and the will of paradise seemed to only grant her the ability to heal, but did not pass on the damage she suffered to Wang Jin.
Logically speaking, this would weaken Ah Zi's combat effectiveness.
However, Azi's ability is healing.
This means that she can take the damage on behalf of Wang Jin and then heal herself.
As long as Wang Jin has enough inspiration, he can continue to distribute the blessings of paradise to other companions.
The price is that Ah Zi keeps getting hurt for Wang Jin.
This is something he absolutely cannot allow.
"Wang Jin, you are angry..."
Looking at Wang Jin who fell into silence, Ah Zi panicked and covered the wound with her sleeve, then lowered her head.
Wang Jin did not speak, but raised his arms high.
AhZi subconsciously shrank her neck, panic and disappointment flashed across her face.
The light in his eyes dimmed a little, but he still forced a smile.
It seems that Wang Jin has acquiesced in the atrocities that will follow.
As the palm of his hand got closer and closer, Azi closed her eyes suddenly and tightened her body.
According to her experience, even if she is hit, it won't hurt very much.
"well."
There was no pain as expected, instead a loving sigh sounded in my ears.
Warm palms fell on Azi's head, ruffling her hair.
"Little guy, don't do this next time."
"I know you want to help me, but I vowed not to let you suffer any more injustice."
Ah Zi was stunned for a moment, then nodded slightly, buried her red face in Wang Jin's arms, and continued to help him treat the new wounds on his body.
"Hiss... this is not the way to go."
Looking at his companion who was beginning to fall into a passive state, Wang Jin muttered softly.
Doom's body has doubled in size compared to the beginning, and is a head taller than Leonard.
The limbs became extremely thick, and the skin gradually turned black with a steel luster.
What's even more fatal is that the bad luck increases not only the size, but also the strength.
"Is it digestion?"
Wang Jin raised his eyebrows as he looked at Doom Lun's belly that had shrunk a few times.
This conjecture is very reasonable.
From this point of view, the bulge in Doom's belly was caused by swallowing too much black mist.
If your belly becomes smaller and your strength becomes stronger, it is most likely due to digestion.
And as time goes by, the bad luck will only get stronger and stronger.
On the other hand, although his group can barely cope with the current misfortune with the addition of Paradise's will, Wang Jin's inspiration is limited.
As long as the blessing of paradise disappears, they will face the end of group destruction.
Things seem to be back to where they started, but a little different.
After all, he is not the kind of scumbag who hugs a girl while watching his friends fight for their lives.
Madman and the others have been fighting bad luck for so long, and Wang Jin has roughly guessed something.
Contrary to his apparent leisure, he has the largest workload.
He has to bear all the damage taken by the Paradise Legion, and he has to deal with every blow from Research Doom.
Wang Jin's brain could hardly keep up.
Fortunately, his efforts were not in vain. He probably thought of Doom's weakness.
"Phew...it's time to go on stage."
Wang Jin slowly stood up and walked forward with a Western sword in hand.
Without the blessing of the Pale Throne, every injury suffered by Madman and the others would be completely passed on to Wang Jin.
"Back off!"
The Fool made a gesture and took the lead in retreating.
The mask on the madman's face has turned brass, which means that he has used the ribbon teleportation ability twice.
Leonard stepped back with the ax in his hand, and frost gradually appeared on his body that could not fade away.
It's not a side effect of Guitaan's equipment, it's just that it has been frozen for too long.
"hiss..."
The mirror ghost and Xiao Hei's white horse neighed and then disappeared.
"call..."
A'Zhu touched the ground with one foot, and his figure quickly retreated under the influence of the cold wind.
"Roar!"
Misfortune roared in the sky.
Wang Jin noticed that he just couldn't speak, but his IQ was not reduced at all.
"Buzz——"
With a flick of his wrist, the Western sword buzzed.
The white cloak rustled, and Wang Jin slowly walked towards his doom.
The mission of the madmen is to delay as much time as possible so that Wang Jin can observe some important clues from a God's perspective.
Of course, the final execution has to be done by Wang Jin, who is the fastest in drawing swords.
Slowly waving his sword, Wang Jin looked towards Doom.
"Your story may be very exciting. Let me tell you slowly after I kill you."
Doom waved his arms and nodded to Wang Jin.
Xiao Hei and Mirror Ghost were resting in the distance, and only A Zi was left beside Wang Jin.
This is a battle that only belongs to Wang Jin and bad luck. It is a life-and-death fight.
Of course, under normal circumstances, Wang Jin would definitely die under the current bad luck.
Fortunately, Wang Jin already thought of what to do.
From attacking the Cyborgs at the beginning to directing and acting on his own later, Wang Jin has been using all means to weaken Doom's strength.
Wang Jin, who had made enough preparations, felt somewhat confident.
Whoosh!
The white figure and the black figure rushed towards each other crazily in the hazy night.
If their goal hadn't been to kill each other outright, this scene might have been heartwarming.
"call!"
The white cloak hovered in the air, blocking Wang Jin's figure and his sword.
The cloak dazzled Doom, and he subconsciously punched forward.
The next second, a white thin sword suddenly stabbed out from directly under the cloak.
Let the unforeseen misfortune shock the mind.
"Roar!"
Doom's reaction ability and speed are far beyond that of ordinary people, and he can definitely do it first.
Ding!
The rapier collided with the nail in Doom's hand, making a crisp metallic sound.