Mu Jue waved the shovel in his hand desperately and roared towards the feast.
Apart from his unnatural tone, he looked like he was losing his mind and fighting for his life.
"Die."
Feng Yan narrowed his eyes and prepared to activate his blood to kill everyone.
The next moment, his figure suddenly fell backwards, as if he had been hit by something.
A few seconds later, the dull sound of gunfire came over.
Large caliber sniper rifle.
The shooter was obviously Shrike.
Although it cannot cause any substantial damage to the feast, it can still interrupt his movements.
that's enough.
The butler is very capable, but he has no means of defense and can only rely on the feast for protection.
Once the latter is involved, he will be in danger.
"Let's go!"
Not far from the feast, a young man in a black trench coat suddenly jumped up and hit the butler on the head with a brick.
He has been lying in wait for a long time.
The housekeeper's ability to repel energy and blood is very strange, but it cannot break through the protection of the Death Dream's breath.
Of course, this didn't stop Wang Jin from pretending that he was losing a lot of blood.
It even looks more real than real.
Wang Jin's acting skills have always been good, not to mention that Mu Jue, who has been colluding with him for a long time, helps attract attention.
He even deliberately made Wangcai look like himself and hide in the distance, only revealing a piece of clothing from time to time to confuse the audience of the feast.
Coupled with Shrike's unexpected remote support, Wang Jin's long-awaited brick finally fell on the back of the housekeeper's head.
Bang!
The sound of a stone hitting a watermelon was heard, and the housekeeper, who had just woken up, fell straight down.
He happened to lie down in the shallow pit Mu Jue had just dug.
"Cover it, don't catch a cold."
The tall and thin man who was rushing towards the feast suddenly stopped and started throwing dirt at the butler again and again.
The suppressive effect of the gravedigger took effect instantly, and the butler, who was already a little confused, quickly stopped his movements.
As the butler's ability disappeared, Xia Yu, who was closest to Li Shengyan, took action instantly, and Yu Jingang swept towards the fat figure.
Her goal is not the feast, but the blood droplets suspended in the air.
Once the fat man comes to his senses, he will definitely attack in an instant.
It is difficult to avoid those members who have just regained their mobility.
"Ahhhh!!"
Feast roared angrily and launched an attack.
Shrike's sniper attack didn't have much impact, but it actually cost him the best opportunity to attack.
But even so, the feast was not at a disadvantage.
As long as you launch an attack while those humans are still under the influence, you can still succeed.
Those affected by Feast's blood will gradually lose control of their bodies.
"The wind of victory is blowing from behind me!"
The fat man roared loudly, his eyes full of pride.
"I won't let you succeed."
Xia Yu narrowed his eyes, and the sweeping Rain King Kong blocked most of the blood drops.
But the remaining half still shot out like bullets.
"solidification."
Amber light flashed past, and the mysterious and complicated words carried incredible power.
The air around Feast became like liquid, and the speed of blood droplets was greatly weakened.
Unfortunately, Wang Jin could not completely block those blood drops.
There are too many of them and they are too fast.
The speed of weakening has already reached its limit.
"Damn it! It's too late!"
Xia Yu tried to wave the umbrella again, but she was also within the influence of the spell, and her every move was a little slower.
"Xiao Hei!"
The young man narrowed his eyes and roared in a low voice.
The power of the evil was too weird. Wang Jin didn't know Xia Yu's ability to withstand it, so he could only ask Xiao Hei to provide long-distance support.
Whoosh!
Samsung Xiaohei's speed is already very fast, and it is still so in the almost solid air.
The blood drops were half a beat too slow, coupled with the extremely fast and muscular figure.
The two formed a strong contrast, as if Xiao Hei had stopped time.
"Smash Varudo! Ola Ola Ola!"
Xiao Hei shouted happily in words that others could not understand, and deliberately twisted his body to make himself grow long hair that was flying in the wind.
Really handsome.
Wang Jin could even feel his joy, just like a fan who replicated his idol's behavior.
He waved his huge fists, blocking all the blood drops.
"Boss, it will be me next time."
Mirror Ghost whispered, his eyes full of envy.
"ha…"
The young man grinned and said nothing more.
The power of the god consumes a lot of power, and it is quite difficult for him to maintain it.
"Eula!"
After Xiao Hei cleaned up the blood drops, he obediently returned to Wang Jin, even jumping back and forth excitedly.
"well done."
Xia Yu was not eager to fight, but took a few steps back and stood in front of Wang Jin.
She saw with her own eyes the almost terrifying thinking ability of this young man, and her original doubts disappeared.
As a newcomer, it's great to be able to do this.
Even if you are weak in physical skills, you can definitely become stronger through continuous practice.
What he has to do is to protect this outstanding young man from Feng Yan.
"Thanks for the compliment."
Wang Jin grinned and slowly walked out from behind Xia Yu's umbrella.
"What are you doing? Are you crazy?"
The cold woman frowned, her tone full of confusion.
She couldn't imagine why this young man who was strategizing just now wanted to die.
Is it possible that in addition to being very smart and almost a demon, he is also quite capable of fighting?
Is there really such a person?
"don’t worry."
The young man moved his neck and smiled on his face.
Shrike wanted to see how much progress he had made, but Wang Jin never forgot.
"Feast, stop struggling."
The young man waved his arm, and the spear appeared in his hand.
"Do you feel it? The wind of victory has passed you by."
"The only winner in the end is me."
There was a flash of white light, and the armor-clad Prince of Paradise charged.
"Salted fish thrust!"
Wang Jin squinted his eyes, and the spear in his hand glowed faintly.
A faint shadow flashed across it, and this attack seemed to bear the weight of the entire paradise.
The heartbeat like a war drum continued to sound, and the white flames burned blazingly on the spear.
"You finally came."
Sheng Yan stared at Wang Jin, his glowing red eyes full of hatred and anger.
But there is no hint of madness at all, as if what has just been revealed is just the appearance.
Even if everything is lost, Feast has not lost its sanity.
This man is quite cunning.
"There's no telling who the winner will be."
Feast waved his arms, and several tentacles of flesh and blood bloomed like petals.
Disgusting.
The next second, Wang Jin suddenly stopped.
The seemingly powerful salted fish thrusts are just an appearance, and even the sound of the heartbeat comes from the shadows beneath his feet.
There are good people in Paradise, named Wealth.
And all this is just for the next attack.
"American Iai, the art of drawing a shotgun!"
Wang Jin grinned and pointed the black muzzle at the feast.
As the saying goes, a gun is fast from seven steps away, and a gun is accurate and fast within seven steps.
If something can be solved with bullets, it's better not to fight it hand-to-hand.
Shrike should also be very happy to see this scene.