Be a psychic in a star card game

Chapter 111 11002

"He... Yan." Jiang Wu's eyelids drooped, and his vision became more and more blurred.

He Yan didn't say a word, just as Jiang Wu knew him very well, he also knew very well that Jiang Wu would fight to the end without him saying anything.

His belief has been tempered and his will is indestructible. He was told from birth that the enemy in this life is constantly destroying human beings. Every second in the world, thousands of soldiers die in the fight, and he... ...is one of the main force of the new generation cultivated by this era for the future. He will guard this land until the last moment of his life.

He will not die here.

"Ahhh!" He Yan supported Jiang Wu's arm, and fixed him on his back with the belt of his protective suit that hadn't exploded yet.

A clean chubby hand fanned the gray mist that blocked the view, and grabbed the ash lump that had solidified into a hard block on the wall of the pot.

The moment he touched the ashes... He Yan's expression turned ugly.

These ashes seem to have been burnt to death.

It has been so old that I can no longer see what it is, but I can probably guess that it is also the "ingredient" similar to Jiang and He in the mouth of the cook.

Obviously, the wall of the pot is more difficult than the flames below, and some "ingredients" made the same choice as He Yan, planning to climb the wall of the pot and go to the mouth of the pot.

Same fate, same choice—only they died on the way, He Yan was still alive.

He Yan closed his eyes and never looked at the heaviest burden behind him. He didn't feel anything about the things that had passed away, but he would definitely not let Jiang Wu, himself, become a ghost on the wall of the pot. That kind of ash.

God gave him extraordinary abilities, not to let him perish in an environment that is most convenient for him.

Jiang Wu couldn't hold it because the opponent's body couldn't bear such burning and high temperature.

He is different!

He is Jinwu!

Whatever the sun in the sky looks like, he should be like that, even... stronger.

A pot may be able to stew the Kun, but it can be stewed in the sun!

……

At this moment, if she felt something, the body of the old woman who had gone away shook, and she opened her eyes in surprise.

She sensed it.

The wooden stick "da da da" close to the mouth of the pot, and a gray hunchback figure appeared on the edge of the mouth of the pot.

"What?" The cook was stunned. She could see everything in the pot, and she also saw those hands... those hands were really clinging to the wall of the pot, and they were still crawling up a little bit!

After an unknown amount of time, a pitch-black and old hand stretched out from the gray mist, and rubbed towards Hei Ying's eyes. She murmured, "How could it be..."

In this world, the formation and existence of spirits may be human-intervened, but the ability of spirits is uncertain.

A powerful life may become weak after death, and a weak life may become a powerful existence after becoming a spirit - the cook is the latter.

She was originally just an ordinary human being, but after she became a spirit, the pot she owned had never contained ingredients that could not be cooked, even for a powerful creature.

This is not only because of the flame at the bottom of the pot, but also because of the wall of the pot... that is even more extreme scorching heat, apart from the physical body, there is also a spirit of chasing the living beings, and the ability to transmit the pain like burning flames!

No one can bear such incineration.

Inexplicably, the cook suddenly felt a palpitation.

She took two more steps forward with crutches, facing the mouth of the pot, bent her stooped body into a right angle, and shouted downward:

"Boy, can you see the lumps of ashes on the wall of the pot?"

The echo swayed and swayed, resounding through the entire pot.

No response below.

He Yan closed his eyes, his body rubbed against the wall of the pot so black, the flames surrounded every inch of his skin, the place where his palms met the wall of the pot... Every step of climbing, there was a "sizzling" like "sizzling". "the sound of.

The cook was displeased, and he poked the edge of the pot with his cane and muttered, "Those are the ingredients that tried to climb out of the pot wall one by one..."

"You stupid bastards! You always think that finding the mouth of the pot is the way out, but you don't know that the scorching heat is unbearable, and you end up exhausted on the wall of the pot! Boy, do you want to do this too!"

Anger, there is also a kind of outrage that has been aloof all year round, but is suddenly provoked by a small person who appears from nowhere.

Still no voice came from below.

The cook hesitated.

'He couldn't hold it anymore, he couldn't speak? '

'dying? '

The cook opened his eyes wide and looked down, and sure enough, he saw that the figure of the boy who was climbing up with a person on his back stopped at a small lump of ashes, motionless.

The cook felt that it shouldn't be. After all, the juvenile chicken was really fat, and the oily and fat meat had an advantage in fire resistance. At least he would fry the oil and water first, so as to really burn him.

Probably because of lack of willpower, hey, what a great thing you said, but it turned out to be just a rookie.

She relaxed, leaned against the edge of the pot, and fell asleep: day after day, it was hundreds of years, and only two more ingredients came, and she tossed herself to death within a day, it was really true It's boring.

Below, He Yan, who rested on the spot for 10 minutes, let out a sigh of relief, he is not hot, he is tired...

It is extremely heavy by itself, and Jiang Wu is added.

Even if Jiang Wu is not a fat man, he is a big man after all. After years of exercise, his muscles and bones can be a bit heavier than others. How light can he be?

"Jiang Wu..." He Yan almost cried.

"Go back this time, it's agreed, I'll supervise you to lose weight."

He glanced back, the man whose profile was resting on his shoulder, the other half of his face was rosy red, which was almost the only bright color in his eyes in this world full of ashes.

"Hey, if you don't say anything, it will be assumed that you agree?"

He Yan thought about it for a while, gritted his teeth, and pulled his chubby hands upwards, crawling slowly beside the lumps of ashes.

Step by step like this... The gray mist and star flames around him, as if being drawn, formed a long circle around him, scrambling to pour into his palm.

And on his back, on the broad back where Jiang Wu was lying on his side, a small bulge suddenly appeared. As time went by, this bulge was like something broken, and it had already grown flat in the flesh. There was only one scar left - but the flesh and blood of the skin was suddenly dug out, and along this scar, the things that should have existed, including the muscles and blood, were ripped out!

Under the abyss, from the top down, there is an endless black hole, and suddenly a blazing light appears.

"So... hot?" The cook has been in this place for so long that she almost can't remember who she is, but she only remembers that since she became a spirit and possessed the ability to control this pot, she was immune to it. The ability of flame and temperature is like inborn, and it has been a long time since I felt heat.

"Why is it hot?"

The cook stood up for the third time. This was the third time since the two ingredients went into the pot, no, to be precise, the chicken went into the pot.

"When was the last time..." She struggled to recall: "It seems to be a dragon, that dragon can fly."

Things that can fly live longer than those that can only crawl, and they can fly higher. The dragon almost flew to the mouth of the pot... It's a pity.

On the edge of the pot, the old woman in the darkness looked indifferent. Although she already knew the ending, the next moment, when she saw the thing slowly appearing in the abyss below, her pupils dilated slightly, and she lost her mind for a second.

That is……

In the dense gray mist, the fat young man was fat and clean, with a bright light under his skin, and the blood vessels in his body were faintly visible, showing reddish golden bumps.

Such an obese boy was supporting an unconscious fellow of the same kind on his back. This weight and height should have been so heavy that it could crush the beams of the house, but it was lightly supported by two thin and slender golden wings.

He Yan reached out to the edge of the pot with his fingers and grabbed it suddenly. He raised his head, his dark eyes were shining with light, and he looked calmly at the old woman with a cane within arm's length.

"I've never seen a creature like you," the gray mist around her was dispelled by the light, revealing her old and embarrassed face, "It seems that you are really not a chicken, but it doesn't matter, this pot, trapped You also trapped me... There was a dragon that flew up from below, and it found that even if it was not afraid of the flames, it could not break through the cage of this pot, so it went crazy, died of old age, and became my food again .”

As she said that, the old woman showed a crazy and weird secret smile on her face: "Boy, do you want to know what dragon meat tastes like?"

The fat boy said casually: "The three kinds of chewiness of flying bird, chicken and fish are mixed, and the taste is hard to describe."

The old woman's smile froze on her face: "You know?"

She looked like she had seen a ghost, as if she was asking how do you know the taste of dragon meat, but He Yan ignored her, and took advantage of her old age and inability to move, and gnawed on her foot.

Fortunately, Ling didn't wear foot wraps and didn't have foot odor... After He Yan took a bite, his mouth was full of fragrance, and his hungry stomach was growling.

He opened his eyes wide, and suddenly there was a surge of energy in his eyes.

good to eat!

woo woo woo woo!

Jiang Wu!

I got my baby!