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The first volume is a bit heavy-tasting. Chapter 81: Sorry...then, go to hell!

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    boom!  The back was tightly attached to the wall, and was ejected to the ground under the force of the force.  It rolled several times until it hit the wall.  "Hiss!" I gasped, and I could feel the burning pain in my back, one after another.  "Beast." The thing in front of me felt extremely familiar. Tentacles that were basically no different from Fujii Masamoto appeared in my sight.  But the completely different thing is that if Masamoto Fujii can be considered a mad dog, then he is probably not even a mad dog.  It¡¯s simply a humanoid monster!  I tried my best to open my eyes as wide as possible and looked at the exit that was half blocked by that guy.  Damn, that guy is so big!  What¡¯s more, the power of the tentacles has reached the limit that it can bear.  Even if you can see it, there are so many tentacles coming at you at the same time, it is impossible to escape.  I stared at it.  "Stab" With such a weak sound, this unknown monster stared at me with its eyesight.  And the body like a ball of rotten meat is covered with tentacles, squirming unconsciously.  Under the attack just now, the mirror in front of the sink has been completely shattered.  The pieces of glass scattered on the ground reflected my miserable appearance into my eyes.  My nose feels hot, as if something is about to flow out.  Raising his hand to wipe it, the back of his hand was covered with blood.  Whoosh!  The sound of breaking through the air made me roll forward under the instinct of my body, and I picked up the large enough piece of glass on the ground.  The glass shards I touched on the way scratched my fingers.     boom!  The tentacles that emerged from the guy's body hit the sink so hard that the faucet flew away.  Impacted on the ground.  ¡°Stab, sting, sting¡­¡± Can¡¯t you feel the pain?  Or this little pain has no effect on it?  "Hiss, sting, sting!!!" It's like the noise produced when scratching a blackboard with a razor blade. I'm sure if it is a few higher keys, it might shatter the eardrums.  Whoosh!  Unexpectedly, a tentacle stretched out from nowhere and tied my legs.  Almost as an instinctive reaction, I focused my eyes on my legs, and thenanother tentacle twitched toward me.     boom!  Poof!  A mouthful of blood spurted out, and my internal organs seemed to be shattered. I turned my head away desperately.  I have been lifted upside down.     This guy. ?????????????????????? IQ!  "Damn it." After shouting these three words under my breath, I raised the piece of glass I just picked up in my hand and scratched the retreating tentacle with the tip.  It is not as tough as expected, and it seems to be no different from ordinary ham.  Easily cut open.  Green blood spurted out as if it was free, and some of it splashed on my face.     boom.  Protecting my head, I fell to the ground.  Kick off half of the thing on your legs.  "Stick, stab, stab, stab, stab, stab, stab, stab, stab, stab, stab, stab, stab, stab, stab, stab, sting~!!!" A scream rang out.  It seems that breaking off one of the tentacles will not cause any harm to it.  But at this moment, I don¡¯t have any luck. I know that it will soon find me as the culprit.  Without hesitation, amid its waving tentacles, I lay on my stomach and rolled forward with my hands on the ground.  He forced his way out of the place blocked by it.  The corridor was very quiet. In this quiet night, such a loud noise in the toilet did not attract anyone's attention.  At least no one came over.  I felt a little weak in my feet, but my desire to survive made me run forward in a posture that I might fall to the ground at any time.  Boom!  Turning his head slightly.  Sure enough, that guy came back alive.  It seems like it¡¯s not just a toilet, it can go anywhere you want.  ¡°If you put it this way, what Er Yuguang said this morning seems very reasonable!  It¡¯s not fake.  Whoosh, bang!  Even if it is the sameMeatball, this guy also goes against the common sense of the biological world, using those ridiculously soft tentacles as hands and feet.  The speed is no less than my running speed, even faster.  If this continues, it will be a matter of time before you are caught.  ?Upstairs, if you run up, you should be able to limit its speed.  With this thought in mind, I ran towards the only staircase besides the elevator without any hesitation.  There are seven floors in total.  And I am now on the second level.  But there is often a big gap between what you think and reality. At least I was wrong this time.  That guy¡¯s tentacles can also be used as ropes!  "Tap tap" I was running towards the top of the stairs with rapid footsteps.  However, the guy behind him, as if he was cheating, tied his tentacles to the handrail of the stairs, and then jumped up.  That¡¯s right, just jump on it!  How did you make that ball of meat!  My brain has been filled with this sentence and I can¡¯t imagine how it did it without legs!  But it¡¯s no time to admire.  It seems that it is no longer reliable to climb the stairs to get rid of the opponent. If you continue like this, you will die by the time you reach the top floor.  By that time, there seemed to be no other option but to jump off the roof.  "Cough cough cough!" His chest twitched violently, and as he coughed, the blood in his mouth was spurted out.  "Stab, sting, sting, sting, sting, sting, sting!!!" The thing behind him was still shouting, and the distance was getting closer.  We¡¯re on the fifth floor.  This time I didn¡¯t run towards the roof, but turned a corner and ran towards the exit.  He closed the door smoothly, hoping to act as some resistance.     boom!  Boom boom boom!  It¡¯s of no use at all!  Turning around and running, the exit door had been smashed into pieces by the guy.  Whoosh!     boom!  With my head tilted, a tentacle passed over my head, and I could feel the weak airflow generated when it passed by.  There was a mark on the wall on the side.  You can imagine the pain when that thing hits your body.  Stepping on step  At night, no one appeared, except for me and the thing behind me was chasing me.  Are you going to die here?  Damn itwhy is Mao chasing me? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? When I turned a corner, I bumped into someone.  I took two steps back, but knowing that there was something chasing me behind me, I rushed forward against the wall.  The moment I left, the original place was beaten to pieces by the tentacles that appeared.  And with the help of a moment, I saw the person I saw in the faint light.  Long Er There were some utensils scattered around him.  He rolled around on the ground, half-crouched, and looked at the man named Long Er in front of him.  He pursed his lips and his face still showed dissatisfaction from being hit, but from his eyeballs, I saw the thing behind him.  Presumablyhe saw it too.  I grabbed Long Er¡¯s collar, and his and I¡¯s faces were almost touching.  From those bloodshot eyes, I saw the tentacles coming from behind.  Sorrythen, go to hell!  He missed his body, supported the ground with one hand, clamped Long Er's neck with his ankles, and threw him away with all his strength.  The target is the monster behind you.  ¡°Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhha moments spot kicking" Long Er, he finally reacted and screamed.  What followed was the sound of flesh being penetrated.  Poof!  Bloodsplattered on my body.  When this opportunity came, I opened my arms to protect my head.  It broke through a glass window on the left. ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? This is the fifth floor I don¡¯t know if I can survive, but at least I have to take a gamble!  ¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­  ¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­ ps: There¡¯s nothing I can do about the lack of vocabulary. Sure enough poor liberal arts also affects writing.Damnforget it, Long Er is dead, please recommend.
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