357 The Father of the Beast!

Daphne stood silently in the distance and looked at the young man with a bloody blade in the woods. In addition to worry, there was also a trace of annoy on her face. This damn guy hurt himself again. It would make people worry about when it would be good!

Kelly leaned against the big tree, looking at Tiffany's tall and graceful figure, and at the young man with a bloody blade in the distance, her amber eyes patrolling back and forth between the two people.

"Well" With a sigh of Tiffany, Kelly's attention also turned to Yang Tian. The blood blade in Yang Tian's hand suddenly gradually filled with a sense of brutality. Circles of blood-red storm slowly wrapped around Yang Tian's arm, and the arc of punch and punch climbed up Yang Tian's shoulder. He stopped on Yang Tian's shoulder, and Yang Tian's body was also full of surging fighting spirit at this time. Such a scene is undoubtedly very lethal in the eyes of the two women! With Yang Tian's temperament that he has been fighting for a long time, I have to admit that this boy really has a little 'beazi'. Perhaps at the first glance of the end of the world, people will describe Yang Tian as 'handsome', so now people's first feeling is definitely not the sense, but the impact of the soul. The temperament is always one level higher than the skin, which is an unchanging truth.

At this time, Yang Tian was thinking about what the blood blade was.

With a gentle wave of his hand, three blood-red blades flew out of the previous blood blade, directly cutting off the big tree! Cut it! This is just the result of Yang Tian's casual wave!

"Is it the blade of the blood beheading knife?" There was a burst of excitement in Yang Tian's eyes. It was really ecstatic that this surname could be retained! If you cooperate with your own momentum on the battlefield, I'm afraid there is nothing that can't be torn!

After training for a long time, Yang Tian did not find any other surnames except the preserved blade. Is this the so-called 'blood evil'? It should be impossible, right? There must be more!

"No, I still can't control it completely." Yang Tian frowned. In the continuous training, Yang Tian had to devote some energy to fight against the brutality from the blade of the blood. If he was not careful, I'm afraid he would be devoured by this guy. Who knew if this guy would convulsions on the battlefield? Yang Tian did not feel that he had completely tamed it. But on the other hand, Yang Tian also has to admit that although the dagger and the knife have different functions and effects, in Yang Tian's own hands, the dagger is undoubtedly more powerful than the knife! Because he is most proficient in daggers. The knife is just trained on and off the court later. A bloody blade is in his hand, and an imaginary enemy appears in front of him. If ordinary people have 100 ways to kill the enemy, then Yang Tian has 10,000! Whether it is body method, footwork, or 'blade method'.

"It's okay! But I think I need to fight!" Yang Tian pondered for a while, turned his head and looked at Kelly and Daphne.

"Practical combat? Your body hasn't fully recovered yet!" Daphne expressed her dissatisfaction at the first time. Although Kelly didn't like Daphne, the two were surprisingly consistent in their views on this point of view!

"Just find some five-star and six-star trainers." Yang Tian shrugged his shoulders and gently shook a 'flower'. A furious momentum permeated. Even Daphne, who was watching from afar, took a step back and blocked her with her hands in front of her.

"Ah, I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Yang Tian hurriedly threw the blade of blood into his bag and apologized for his carelessness. He forgot that the thing in his hand was not an ordinary high-level prop, but a complete killer and artifact!

"You're lying to me! Lie to me!" The old man in a white coat deliberately lowered his voice, roared, and pointed to the assistant in front of him with a trembling hand. Every three meals were sent by his assistant. Basically, the assistant participated in all the scientific research results of his research and development. Although the real high-end assistant did not know it, it was not because of the doctor's collection. It's clumsy, but because the level of the assistant is not at the same level at all, just like a high-level question. Even if the answer is written in detail below, primary school students can't understand it!

"Sorry, Doctor, I don't know what you're talking about. I have been helping and serving you conscientiously for so long. I don't think I want to get your meaningless accusation!" A medium-sized white-skinned man pushed his eyes on the bridge of his nose with a calm face.

"Damn it, pretend! You keep pretending! People like you will get retribution! Eat inside and outside! We human beings will perish! It is in the hands of selfish people like you! Damn it, purple charm! Blue! Dimio! Dios! Rebia! Auburn! Do you know how much impact they will have on the human camp? That's a complete blow to destroy the surname! Destroy the surname!" The old man roared in a low voice and kept pulling his hair with his hands. The sparse and poor white hair was about to be ripped off!

"Doctor! You need to calm down! If you want to see everything, we have information, pictures and texts, and videos. You can go out and check it, but you can't just wrong me like this! How could Officer Chamberlain be the leader of the zombie camp! Even if he is a zombie now, he is thoughtful and conscious! This is impossible to happen! You are worrying about the sky! Doctor!" The man with glasses had a stiff face and kept explaining something, but he was getting more and more panicked. Why did the old man suddenly insist that he was working for the zombie camp? What's more terrible is that the old man's point of view is correct!

"You are for your own family, right? You are threatened! You would rather let people all over the world perish for the sake of your family! But you need to think about it. If the whole world is destroyed, will your family still exist? Your parents and your wife will be ashamed of what you have done today! Feel sad!" The bad old man said in a low voice, but the hoarse words silenced the assistant: "Stop pretending. Last night, you told me everything. When you were sleeping, you forgot that I was a bad old man, but also a scientist. Today you can wake up. I just want to apologize to your family in person, although they will always I can't hear it. This kind of practice is really meaningless. The old man laughed at himself, with a trace of helplessness in his laughter.

Without waiting for the assistant's question, the old man continued: "Son, I know this is a very difficult choice. People who stay out can spit on you, abuse you and humiliate you, but when things fall on their own heads, I think they are facing threatened parents, threatened wives and children. I will also do some stupid things. It's not your fault. If Chamberlain kidnaps my son here, I think I will also humiliately work for him. Don't blame yourself." The doctor sighed gently, patted his silent assistant on the shoulder, and whispered, "I apologize to your family. In addition, although they are ordinary, they have exchanged sacrifices for the continuation of human beings."

"What do you mean?" The assistant who was immersed in a struggling mood suddenly changed color.

(To be continued)