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    Wan Qiang's system seems to be an immortal body in a fairy tale. Whenever he is severely injured, his recovery ability can be accelerated by a point. If the middle-aged Xiao Jing is willing to stop and look at Wan Qiang carefully, he will find that Wan Qiang is now  His height has grown from a little over two meters in the past to around two meters and ten centimeters now, a full ten centimeters taller.

    Wan Qiang was sealed to death in the grain depot by the flames. He thought that today he was completely buried, and this is where he was buried. Several times of life and death trials made him less afraid of death.

    The burning pain from the flames drove him crazy. Hundreds of thousands of bags of grain were seen in his eyes. Seeing these grains, Wan Qiang forgot the pain on his body.  Unlike others who starve to death if they don¡¯t eat for a few days, their bodies are thin and thin. Wan Qiang is different. No matter how hungry he is, he will not lose any flesh.

    Sometimes he was tortured by hunger, and he wanted to rush out to eat people. Every time he condensed his clarity during the mutation process so that he didn't take the last step.

    Seeing these grains, Wan Qiang felt a kind of happiness. He died in the grain depot. For a guy like him who was struggling with hunger every day, it was really a kind of luck.

    Seeing the grain burning in the flames, Wan Qiang rushed into the pile of grain and buried his body deeply in it. It was a coincidence that the rice buried him like grains of sand and cut off the air.  Suffocated, the flame on his body was extinguished first.

    He was not lucky, he knew that he was still in the sea of ??flames, if it was extinguished now, it would still burn him later, hiding in the grain, he opened his mouth wide and swallowed the rice in his mouth, without chewing it  It fell into his stomach, and when he swallowed the rice, he felt his stomach, which had never been functioning normally, start at full speed.

    No matter how much grain, it fell into the stomach and turned into sand that fell into the sea, without even bubbling. Wan Qiang swallowed the rice, wondering at the same time, at his speed, he ate at least tens of hundreds of catties of rice,  Why does it still feel like I haven't eaten anything?

    There is no feeling in the stomach, the hot burn on the body seems to be much better, and the resistance to temperature has also increased. The high temperature outside bakes the rice pile like a sealed large water tank for roasting sweet potatoes. Wan Qiang hiding inside is baking at high temperature.  After roasting, I felt as if I was in a sauna, but fortunately, it was far from unbearable.

    Temporarily not life-threatening, Wan Qiang became a glutton, eating rice crazily. In the end, his throat became an hourglass, his teeth lost their function, and he swallowed countless rice instinctively.

    When the flame slowly burned to the inside of the grain, countless grains were burned into charcoal-like things, slowly roasting his skin, Wan Qiang didn't care whether he was suffering in the fire, he only cared about eating, no matter how much he ate  , as long as he can still eat, he will keep eating.

    The food was converted into energy in the stomach, which repaired the wounds on his body, replenished the energy that was lacking during the previous mutation, and felt that his body had undergone earth-shaking changes.

    His skin was severely damaged by the previous flame burns. His skin was slowly recovering in the pile of grain and the charcoal roasting, and the hot flames seemed to be unable to harm him anymore.

    He kept going deeper and found that he didn't need much air to survive, and he knew it when he was covered by a sack in the big pit.  He continued to go deeper until he was close to the ground, and when he reached the ground, he felt that the temperature of the ground was not too high. He tried to use his five fingers to press it, and he dug a gap in the ground that was as hard as iron.

    Wan Qiang is not a fool, he found a chance to escape, digging the ground while eating a huge amount of rice, in the end, he escaped, when he felt the pressure on his head gradually weakened, he got out of the ground,  The flames in the warehouse are not as fierce as before, but the temperature is higher than before.

    Compared with the flame burning on his body, the super high temperature is equally fatal to him. One is to quickly burn him to ashes, and the other is to slowly bake him. The time difference between the two is his last straw  , he succeeded, the moment he stepped out of the gate, he succeeded, he survived.

    In the process of running, Wan Qiang felt a long-lost relaxation. After the mutation, his strength was strengthened, his body became stronger, but his reaction became slow, not to mention his speed.  , he might not be able to catch up with anyone.

    At this time, when he took a big step, he found that he was no longer as stalemate as before. The long-lost lightness allowed him to accelerate from sprinting to trotting, and the speed of trotting was twice as fast as his sprinting.  He caught up and tore it in half. In the end, there was only one person left, the middle-aged Xiaojing.

    The middle-aged Xiaojing only thought about running away, where to run away?  He didn't know, he just wanted to escape, even if he could breathe a little more air, his mind was empty, and he didn't know what else he could do besides escape, what subordinates, what foundation, whatBrother Yun, he forgot all about it.

    The roadside was full of people, looking at him in amazement. They knew this man who was at a loss for sex, a prominent figure, a man with some weight in the gathering place. What made him so frightened?

    The crowd on the side of the road is automatically filtered by the middle-aged Xiaojing. He doesn't care about face and dignity.

    There was a slight tremor on the ground. Everyone who felt it at the first moment thought it was their hallucination. After a short time, the tremor gradually increased.  The fast-moving large wall flashed in front of them, the vibration of the ground turned into a jump, and they couldn't stand anymore.  They fell to the ground one after another, smelling the smell of burnt protein at the tip of their noses, and a tall and strong figure gradually receded.

    The middle-aged Xiaojing also felt the chaos behind him. He didn't dare to turn his head back, and just ran forward. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw a group of people, more than twenty people, half of them had rifles, and the other half were holding various cold weapons.  Led by a man who only covered his lower body with a piece of rag, he seemed to be looking for something.

    The leader was recognized by him at a glance, it was Lord Xiong from the third force, and Lord Xiong seemed to have recognized him too, with a look of surprise in his one-eyed eyes, as if he was wondering when this guy became a dog in the dark?

    "ßËßËßË" A muffled sound came from behind him, and the ground trembled with the rhythm of the muffled sound. Finally, he couldn't help but look back, but saw that the corner of Wan Qiang's eyes was not far from him.

    Wan Qiang wore a blood-soaked coat around his abdomen. His body seemed to be suffering from a skin disease, with one patch of flowers and one patch of black. His two big eyes reopened, and the gray-red pupils shone with a bloodthirsty light.

    "Savehelp"

    The middle-aged Xiaojing called for help from Master Xiong. Three men surrounded by rags beside Master Xiong also pointed at Wan Qiang and said something to Master Xiong. Master Xiong frowned and did not order rescue immediately.  What are you waiting for.

    Wan Qiang finally rushed to the middle-aged Xiaojing, grabbed him by the neck, picked him up like a puppet, and threw him into the sky.  At a height of several meters, the middle-aged Xiaojing fell down at the moment when the surrounding audience stretched their necks and raised their heads.

    "ha!!"

    When the middle-aged Xiaojing fell to the position of his chest, Wan Qiang swung his fist sideways and swung it violently. This punch carried all the strength of his whole body and all his anger. At the moment of swinging, he was never agile.  He even swung his right fist with an afterimage.

    "Touch" A shouting big living person turned into a ball of flesh in the next second, and the middle-aged Xiaojing was completely blown up. The most complete body is the limbs, two arms, two  A thigh separated from the body and floated to the surroundings. White bones, red muscles, and blood droplets formed from fresh blood flew in all directions.

    "Gulu Gulu" The middle-aged Xiaojing's head fell to the ground and rolled against Master Xiong's feet. The head was just upright, staring at Master Xiong's bright leather shoes, opening and closing his mouth as if thinking  Talking about the four sides, after a while, the look in the eyes was dim.

    Wan Qiang punched the middle-aged Xiaojing, gasped slightly, wiped off the blood and flesh on his body, and turned around to leave.

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