Chapter 949 Although absurd, it still has a certain degree of rationality
track line.
Every bloom of the bloody flame pillar of [Burning] and the intertwined black and white threads between them will eventually end with a mushroom cloud of calcium sucking overload and dissipation. The outlines are similar, but in fact they are charming and charming, each with its own style.
YYDS, ah no, YYSY, Li Cang enjoyed this process so much!
Me! Bring the magician Li Cang! I deserve everything!
Should?
Deserve it?
Never mind it!
For three days, Li Cang was shooting mushroom bombs while others were pooping, Li Cang was shooting mushroom bombs while others were eating, and Li Cang was shooting mushroom bombs while others were pooping and eating...
Taking advantage of the opportunity, there are enough moving targets for Teacher Cang to repeatedly practice new skills!
The mind is relaxed and happy, the eyes are pleasing to the eye, and I am so happy here that I don’t miss Shu!
Every time Isoleye's Burn hits the designated target, Li Cang can receive a certain amount of calcium and bloodthirsty feedback. If the killing effect is achieved, the feedback effect will be doubled.
What we are saying is that even if Isolaye is tied to the scene, they may not be able to recognize that this treasure skill with almost no mana consumption and no back and forth was ripped off by themselves! It’s just a spicy chicken and a bastard fish.
The secret of the hammer membrane method??
After three days of almost non-stop high-intensity target training, Li Cang's mastery of Isolaye's Burning has reached the point of mastery. He can even seamlessly release 3 of them in 0.03 seconds.
times, the target of saturation bombing is within reach.
e Only Li Cang's health bar and such a dense enemy can light up the achievement of MAX proficiency in The Burning of Isolaye in just three days. The right time, right place and right people are indispensable.
From the beginning when Lao Wang mocked Li Cang for his whims, to later being dismissive and finally stunned, his expressions were so rich that he could be called a chameleon in the pre-empty island era.
In fact, everyone was shocked and speechless by Li Cang's insane behavior.
The super-condensed scarlet foehn pillar that is tens to hundreds of meters high can pierce the eyes from dozens of miles away. It is difficult not to attract attention!
A group of people continuously took the opportunity to watch this very ornamental, continuous skill that can be called "permanent", and then they all came up with the same idea: Why does this guy work so hard when he can obviously make a living by his looks? He
You can obviously make a living just by looking good! Leave a way for the general public to survive, my dad!
However, compared to Teacher Cang’s Rainbow Six behavior, the temporary teammates at this moment actually wish they could hold a reusable plastic bag and degrade it on the spot.
Shameful!
With thick legs to hug, living human shields to block guns in all directions, and sufficient supplies, they actually paid the price of 47 lives...
Of course, no one realized that the reason for the sudden death of several of these unfortunate guys was not the negligence caused by the slow reaction of the idiots, but their own physical fitness and reaction speed that suddenly dropped even worse than that of the idiots.
...
There may be a very few people who can sense that something is wrong with their bodies, but the fear of being infected almost instantly dominates their remaining rationality - they may not die if they don't tell, but don't worry about the consequences to others if you speak out.
They themselves will definitely not be able to survive any sensational public opinion effect.
Regardless of whether the ugly walking zombies or the dirty scab zombies infect humans, it is a matter of probability. There will be a relative process from infection to corpse transformation (probability). According to the default rules of the followers, living people infected by the walking zombies will then infect other people.
, this probability must be countless times higher than being directly infected by the zombies!
Some people can't open their mouths, while others are really capable of taking action, and a wonderful misunderstanding is born.
This has nothing to do with teacher Cang's high-intensity oppression or any other objective factors. It's purely because those idiots let down their vigilance and became careless subjectively.
They not only give you food, protect you, and lead the charge, but you still end up losing your life doing such a small job in the rear...
Is it your own life that you are losing?
You have disgraced all of our subordinates!
Human beings, it’s inevitable
He had some bad qualities, and it was not him who died. Could anyone really expect the subordinates who had been hanging around on the empty island and even on the track for more than a year to replace the word "gloating at misfortune" with "sorrow for the death of rabbits and foxes"?
How can there be so many irrelevant tears and flowers to accompany you in sorrow? If you really want to cry when you see a dead person and a few companions, you don’t need zombies. Psychological diseases such as PTSD can destroy your heart and brain.
Dig it out and use it as pig urine!
In short, this is an idea that is absurd but still somewhat reasonable.
Everyone sweeps the snow in front of the door and doesn't care about the frost on the tiles of his house. If you die, you will die. When the dust has settled, as for whether the process is right or not, no one is willing to be the one who stands out anyway. There is one of you here who doesn't want to start from this.
You should get out of this ghost place alive. Just say, you are just about to clean up the filthy scabs and corpses. Don’t give me any trouble. If you want to die, don’t take everyone with you. Go down and play with those unlucky ghosts by yourself.
!
Behind everyone, the dismantled fragments, layers of filthy scab corpses, and filthy scab corpse eggs have piled up to form a huge independent island. Cha Canyang, like the others, couldn't hide the joy in his eyes: "Just
There are only 13 zombie islands left. Brothers, after cleaning this one, go back to the camp and have a good night's rest. Teacher Cang said, please have enough alcohol and tobacco tonight, everyone, please work harder!"
"okay!"
"Boss Cha is awesome! Teacher Cang is awesome!"
"Boss Cha is really secretive. No wonder Teacher Cang glanced at you in the crowd when he first arrived~"
"What is this called, fishy and fishy?"
"Damn it, you never know what potential you have until you push yourself. Just now my strength jumped up by 3.2. Can you believe it?"
"Shit luck, why didn't I encounter such a good thing?"
Cha Canyang was having a noisy exchange with a group of people when his face suddenly changed. One of his left arms suddenly became five or six times thicker than an ordinary person's arm and at least three times as long. His skin was dark and covered with long hair. His fingers and claws were as sharp as black iron.
The two positions penetrated the head of a filthy scab corpse that suddenly jumped next to Tang Mengxing.
Tang Mengxing was sweating profusely and her two legs were fighting: "Huh...huh...brother?!"
Zha Canyang glared at him, not wanting to embarrass his cousin in front of a group of comrades, but scolded him with a stern face: "You only have one life, I can't save you every time!"
After cleaning up the debris at hand, everyone returned to the debris that served as the temporary camp to rest.
"Teacher Cang!"
"Thank you for your hard work, Master Wang~"
"Thank you for your hard work!"
It’s not that I have low self-esteem, I’m biased, I want to be punched or something, I just say hello to the two men, the main thing... Mainly... I want to greet women of the level of Dalei Zi or Tai Xiaoyi and flatter them, just lick them.
...I don't know why, but I always feel like I'm trying to do something wrong...
Anyway, the words come to my lips but I can’t say them out! If you have something, avoid it, if not, add it. Just keep it in mind...
Lao Wang felt comforted when he saw this, and silently praised the knowledge and interest of these subordinates.
As for Li Cang...
Li Cang skillfully fastened the buttons of the armor that transformed Big Lei Zi into an ordinary windbreaker, tightened the waistband and put on the belt buckle, raised his nose and raised his eyes and said loudly: "You have some virtues, who is a serious girl?
With your belly exposed?"
Daleizi couldn't laugh or cry, his eyes were complicated: "You surnamed Li, you should be a human being! It's 28 degrees now, look at it clearly! You have changed, you were not like this before! How come your narrow-mindedness has become smaller than the tip of a pin?
