Carefully, he held Wei Silin, who had been beaten to a bloody pulp, with his spine broken and bleeding profusely, in his arms. Huang Xiaobei, with red eyes, gently called out to the foreign devil in his arms, "Old Wei, Old Wei, hurry up."
Wake up, dammit, don’t scare me, why are we going to be ministers in the future!”
As if he heard Huang Xiaobei's call, Weslin's face was full of blood and his breathing was getting weaker. He struggled to open his eyes. His lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he said nothing.
After exiting the room, he just smiled at Huang Xiaobei and then passed out.
"Lao Wei? Lao Wei!"
Huang Xiaobei, who was at a loss of consciousness, with red and swollen eyes, hurriedly looked at Andreev who was lying behind him. Seeing that Brother Mao Zi had passed out long ago, and his strong chest was not rising at all, Huang Xiaobei was anxious.
With tears streaming down her face, she hugged Weslin, looked around her helplessly, and shouted loudly, "Is there anyone there? Help! No more fighting, we surrender, surrender!"
No one responded to Huang Xiaobei. The only sound that came was the low roar of the blood servants behind the collapsed rubble in front of the corridor.
"Damn it, what should I do, what should I do, how can this... wait, plasma!"
Holding Weslin's breath gradually disappearing in his arms, at this moment, a flash of light suddenly flashed through his mind! Huang Xiaobei immediately raised his face with tears in his eyes, because he suddenly remembered that as long as he gave the vampire
If they drink blood, they will recover even if they are seriously injured, but plasma... Looking at the empty appearance of several people, all the plasma seems to be left in Brother Maozi's action box
I didn’t bring it down with me...
"Uncle, blood plasma, where can I find it for you..." At this point, Huang Xiaobei was stunned. He slowly lowered his head and looked at his hands.
The next second, Huang Xiaobei suddenly turned around and stared at the dagger on Chu Zifeng's waist. Soon, a decisive look appeared in Huang Xiaobei's eyes. He quickly got up and rushed to Chu Zifeng as quickly as possible.
Next to Zifeng, he then pulled out the sharp blade from Chu Zifeng's waist.
Without any hesitation, Huang Xiaobei forcefully cut open the palm of his right hand!
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In the main control room on the 18th floor.
Looking at Sangkang, who was lying on the stretcher covered in blood and missing one of his right arms, Clinton couldn't help but frown. When he saw Barrons, who was also lying on the stretcher with a pale face, Clinton's eyes became cold.
.
"Very good, very good. Carl and the others are really amazing."
Bell, who has six times the speed of sound, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and asked with a hint of solemnity in his deep black eyes, "What should I do? Porto and Bezos are missing, and the others along with all the blood from the previous layers
All the servants died in the hands of that monster Chu Zifeng. Even Karl has broken his restraints now. It is estimated that he will be able to join those people soon. We..."
Faced with the terrible situation in front of him, Clinton did not appear too impatient. He just waved his hand gently and said, "It's okay, the situation is still under our control." After saying that, Clinton looked at himself.
He looked around and looked at everyone in the main control room and said, "Now, gather all the people and blood servants who can still fight, and follow me to the tenth floor. We must not let Karl and the others escape!"
Bell turned and walked out of the main control room, "Then I'll go check out the situation on the tenth floor first."
Clinton stopped him, "Those failed experiments are here too. Be careful not to let them go berserk, otherwise no one will be able to subdue them."
Bell said nothing, and turned into an afterimage and rushed out of the main control room.
After Bell left, Clinton turned and looked at the last ten demon party ability users in the main control room. He exhaled slightly and said in a heavy voice, "Let's go, tonight's performance is over."
"Yes." In the main control room, ten demon party ability users took their hands off the mouse and keyboard in front of their respective workbenches. They stood up like soldiers and stood at attention. They quickly took off their white work clothes belonging to scientific researchers, revealing their inner clothes.
Wearing dark gray combat uniform.
Quickly running to the weapons warehouse on the right side of the main control room, the demon party ability users methodically took out the weapons and ammunition from the weapons warehouse and distributed the equipment.
At the same time, Clinton himself took off his white coat and wore a gray combat uniform. Clinton looked at the middle-aged man who had shot and suppressed Chu Zifeng before and said, "Uncle, let's go."
After that, this place will be left to you alone."
Hearing this, the middle-aged man who looked very similar to Clinton nodded, then threw the rifle in his hand to his nephew and said, "Don't worry, although I don't have the ability to fight, I won't let him."
Anyone approaching this level can still do it."
Clinton smiled and put on his gray combat uniform, "I believe you."
Soon, after zipping up the front chest of his combat uniform, Clinton picked up the assault rifle at hand. After loading the bullet neatly, he held the gun in one hand and turned to look at the ten fully armed and ready demons behind him.
The person with party ability had a cold look in his eyes and softly uttered two words in his mouth, "Let's go!"
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Moving his fingers slightly, Weslin opened his eyes in confusion. Staring at the white ceiling above his head and the surveillance camera above his head that had stopped rotating at some point, Weslin was stunned.
After a long moment, those brown eyes also turned in confusion at this moment.
Weslin slowly sat up from the ground, his face covered with blood, and was stunned. Soon, he hurriedly reached out and touched the spine on his back that was broken by Sang Kang.
Touching his back with trembling fingers, Weslin's eyes were full of sluggishness. For some reason, his originally broken spine seemed to have recovered? Of course, it was not a recovery. His back still hurt.
There seemed to be a break in the spine, and the severe pain from his back was even more painful. He frowned, but the agony from the broken back was no longer there. It seemed that the next second he would suffer from severe pain.
And the feeling of dying alive.
In disbelief, he touched his back, which had mostly recovered. Lao Wei's handsome face twisted into confusion. What made him feel even more strange was that his spine seemed to be recovering quickly.
When I just sat up, there were waves of pain in my back, but now, the pain seems to have reduced a lot?
At this time, Wei Silin lowered his head again and looked at the position where more than a dozen ribs had been broken by Sang Kang on his chest. Looking at his chest, which seemed to be fine, Lao Wei tremblingly reached out to touch it.
After a few times, he carefully breathed a few times. After finishing everything, Lao Wei stretched out his hand and scratched his face strangely.
Well, it still hurts a lot. When I breathe, it feels like my chest has been slashed with a knife, and my blood vessels hurt terribly. But why do I feel like all my broken bones have recovered? Yes, it seems to have really recovered.
Well, I couldn't even breathe before, and my lungs seemed to have been punctured by the broken bone in my chest. I would cough up blood even if I took a breath, but why now... Thinking of this, I...
Wei couldn't help but reach out and touch his face, which had been beaten to a bloody pulp, and his nose bone, which had been completely broken.
Gently touching his still bloody face, Lao Wei turned his eyes strangely and whispered, "Hey, my face is healed? My nose is okay too? Oh my god, was I just dreaming?"
?That’s not right, I remember I was almost beaten to death by that Muay Thai master, why now..."
Lao Wei stared at his hands suspiciously, and asked at his grandma's house, "Why doesn't the injury seem to be that serious?"
At this time, a violent cough suddenly came from Andreev's mouth, which was lying not far from Weslin.
"Cough, cough, cough!" Continuous violent coughs sounded. Brother Maozi, who had just regained consciousness, lay on the ground and coughed loudly. The sound of violent coughing made people's hearts tighten, but after only a few coughs, Brother Maozi
He turned around and spit out a large mouthful of blood, or a large mouthful of broken meat and bones on the ground.
Weslin nervously watched Andreev, who kept coughing up blood, wondering what happened to him. However, after all the useless minced meat and bones in his body were spit out, Brother Maozi's originally pale body
His face gradually became rosy, and his overall spirit seemed to be much better.
Sitting up from the ground tiredly and weakly, Brother Maozi raised his right hand and scratched his head with confused eyes. However, as soon as he scratched it twice, Brother Maozi froze, and then he looked straight at
Although his right hand was still bleeding, it had returned to its original state.
Although the surface of his right fist, which was curled up and deformed by Sang Kang's iron fist, was still bleeding, the bones of each joint in the finger had recovered and grown back. More importantly, his broken right arm had also been reattached.
, or in other words, it recovered automatically with the help of some kind of force.
Looking at this scene, Brother Maozi was dumbfounded.
Soon, turning their heads in confusion, Brother Maozi saw Weslin, whose face was full of blood but rosy. Weslin also looked directly at him. After the two looked at each other stupidly for five seconds, Lao Wei was stunned.
Stunned, he pointed at Brother Maozi and said, "Hey, Brother Maozi, are you, is your hand okay?"
Brother Maozi subconsciously touched his chest, which had also had more than a dozen ribs broken. After feeling that the bones in his chest had grown back, Brother Maozi stretched out his head, squinted his eyes, and stared blankly at Wei.
Silin's handsome face that was dripping with blood but still handsome said, "Senior, your face seems to be fine."
Hearing this, the two of them stared at each other in surprise. They had no idea what was going on. Why were the two of them who were so beaten that they almost went to see the Lord of Hell, and now... jumping around alive is not considered...
But it's nothing serious anymore, and all the serious injuries he suffered before that were about to go to the west have fully recovered.
Lao Wei stood up from the ground, holding his back with some trembling, and staggered towards Brother Maozi, but as soon as he took a step, Lao Wei stopped, and then hurriedly turned around and looked behind him.
Looking at Huang Xiaobei who fell not far away, looking at Huang Xiaobei lying on the ground with a pale face, and the palm of his right hand was still bleeding continuously, Lao Wei was stunned, and then the next second, he
Next to Huang Xiaobei, he saw Chu Zifeng, who was in tatters and covered with blood.
Chu Zifeng, who was unconscious on the ground, could not see his previous monster-like appearance at all. His long black hair and bangs slightly covered Chu Zifeng's eyes. He was handsome, and sleeping quietly, he seemed to be harmless to humans and animals.
A few words made the connection. At this moment, although Chu Zifeng was still asleep, there were a few drops of blood hanging from the corners of his mouth. The unconscious Chu Zifeng subconsciously licked a few mouthfuls of warm blood from the corners of his mouth.
Seeing this, Weslin and Andreev helped each other to stand up. The two of them came to Huang Xiaobei's side with staggering steps. Holding their still painful backs, Lao Wei carefully squatted down and put the unconscious man down.
Huang Xiaobei hugged him when he woke up.
Looking at Huang Xiaobei's chapped lips and his face that had become much thinner for some reason, Lao Wei patted Huang Xiaobei's face at a loss and said, "Hey, Xiaobei, Xiaobei, wake up,
Wake up."
Seeing that Huang Xiaobei didn't respond and still looked like he was physically damaged from masturbating too much, Weslin raised his head and looked at Andreev, "What should we do?"
Hearing this, Andreev, who was checking Chu Zifeng's situation, turned around. After being stunned for a moment, he asked tentatively, "Senior, how about I give Senior Xiaobei a big mouth and see if I can get rid of him?"
Will he wake up?"
"Hey, this is a good trick, come on, come on, come on!"
Just as Lao Wei was happily greeting Brother Mao Zi, he quickly gave Huang Xiaobei two big mouths to wake him up. A big, weak hand slapped Wei Silin's handsome face, and then, the familiar but weak
The sound of cursing came over.
"piss off!"
Holding Huang Xiaobei in his arms, who was rolling his eyes at him, Lao Wei chuckled, "Hey, I woke up and I knew you were pretending. Hey, what the hell is going on?"