Evolution Begins with a Scarecrow

After avoiding the scythe, the yellow-haired man hurriedly distanced himself from Qin Xiaofeng.

"What's going on?" The yellow-haired man touched the wound on his chest that was still bleeding, and looked at Qin Xiaofeng in confusion.

Obviously I only received a little skin injury, but why... I feel like I have been seriously injured! ?

poison? No, probably not.

The yellow-haired man stared at Qin Xiaofeng warily, then looked at the broken sword in his hand, then suddenly turned around and ran away.

How could Qin Xiaofeng let the growth value that was brought to his lips escape? Seeing the yellow-haired man turning around and running away, Qin Xiaofeng didn't say a word, kicked on the ground, and quickly chased after him.

"Don't push yourself too far!" Seeing Qin Xiaofeng chasing after him, the yellow-haired man hurriedly shouted loudly: "I am a public official of the Mercenary Association! If you kill me, the association will not ignore it!"

"I've killed He Feng, and I'm still missing you?" Qin Xiaofeng sneered, and the death sickle swung at the yellow-haired man again without hesitation.

It was precisely because of the feeling of being seriously injured that the yellow-haired man's movements were much slower than before. Facing Qin Xiaofeng's no-show blow, the yellow-haired man tried his best to avoid the vital point. , but was also filled with a deep wound on his body by the scythe.

"Uh-huh!" The yellow-haired man suddenly felt that the weakness was getting worse, and he was anxious, and shouted: "It's too late to stop now! It's only a few miles away from the camp, and there are so many people here. Are you there?" If you stop, just... ah!"

Before the yellow-haired man could finish speaking, Qin Xiaofeng's scythe cut his right calf.

The yellow-haired man who lost his right calf fell to the ground instantly, and the feeling of weakness spread all over his body.

"There's so much nonsense." Qin Xiaofeng walked over with the sickle in his arms, and gently made a small wound on the yellow-haired man with the tip of the sickle.

This death scythe will deprive the target of its vitality while causing damage. So far, as long as a G-level high-grade alien species is injured once, no matter how slight the damage is, as long as it is touched by this scythe, it will be a dead end, and F-level The lower grade can resist three to four times.

So Qin Xiaofeng wanted to see how many times the F-level mid-grade could withstand the passive effect of the Death Scythe.

The feeling of weakness is even worse. The yellow-haired man can clearly feel that this feeling of weakness has begun to affect his life. Judging from the current superposition speed, if it happens two or three more times, he may... .

"Don't! Don't!" The yellow-haired man slapped the ground and begged for mercy: "I, I shouldn't be thinking about He Feng, ah no, it's me who shouldn't be thinking about your storage bags. It's my fault, please let me go. Leave me alone, I don’t dare anymore.”

"Your voice is too unpleasant." Qin Xiaofeng ignored the yellow-haired man's plea and just scratched the yellow-haired man's body with the sickle again.

The yellow-haired man covered his mouth and did not dare to speak. But both he and Qin Xiaofeng knew that as long as the sickle touched him again, his life would end.

Putting the blade of the sickle under the yellow-haired man's neck, Qin Xiaofeng leaned close to his ear and asked softly: If it were you, would you let me go? "

The yellow-haired man was stunned for a moment, then raised his head to see a face made of straw and a pair of eyes shining with scarlet light.

The yellow-haired man had a big mouth. Just as he was about to say something, the sickle was suddenly raised.