Evolution Begins with a Scarecrow

Qin Xiaofeng didn't care about the wounds on his body caused by Old Man Huang. He picked up the Death Scythe and rushed towards the livid Old Man Huang.

"Damn monster!" Old Man Huang shouted angrily and took half a step back. His body turned into yellow smoke and spread in the house.

Qin Xiaofeng stood in the middle of the hall, looking around at the yellow smoke surrounding him.

Although he had no way to deal with the yellow smoke transformed by Old Man Huang, when Old Man Huang's body regrouped, Qin Xiaofeng's thirst for life could clearly capture the weak vitality.

After waiting for a long time, the yellow smoke transformed by Old Man Huang only flowed slowly around him, without launching any attack, and not even a sound came out.

"What are you afraid of?" Qin Xiaofeng grinned, stared at the yellow smoke, and said sarcastically: "Are you afraid of me even in my current state, you timid old weasel?"

Although Qin Xiaofeng still had a trump card in his hand that he had not used yet, Qin Xiaofeng knew in his heart that if he wanted to win, it would not be enough to just rely on the trump card in his hand.

So far, my fear and straw restraints are in a cooling state. Judging from Old Man Huang's previous stretch, it is difficult for me to rely on reaction to hit Old Man Huang. Therefore, if I want to win, I can only delay until I am afraid. Only after the cooldown improves can he win this vicious battle.

It was precisely because of Old Man Huang's fear and caution about his life-for-injury style and mental attacks that Qin Xiaofeng was able to bluff so boldly to buy himself time for skill CD.

In the yellow smoke, Old Man Huang's face was as gloomy as if it could drip water, and he stared at Qin Xiaofeng who was carrying the sickle.

The combination of the elusive smoke-transforming technique and the powerful physical skills is the basis for Old Man Huang to be at the top level of F level for many years. But today, Old Man Huang was particularly frustrated.

He didn't dare to use his strong body to pick up that weird sickle, and the Yellow Smoke Technique itself didn't have any offensive capabilities, which made Old Man Huang extremely depressed.

After all, Old Man Huang doesn't want to pay any more price.

Old Man Huang remembered the hallucination he had just when he was attacked by Qin Xiaofeng's strange spirit. He saw his body paralyzed on the ground, and Qin Xiaofeng was holding a sickle, cutting it open bit by bit. own body.

Old Man Huang spent half his life using countless ways to extend his life. He did everything to extend his life, but when he thought that he might die in the hands of this monster today, Old Man Huang couldn't help but tremble a little.

Old Man Huang gritted his teeth and resisted the urge to attack Qin Xiaofeng. He didn't know if Qin Xiaofeng had any weird tricks.

"...Hey, you should reply to me, my voice is almost dumb." Watching the time passing by, Qin Xiaofeng was secretly happy. He raised his hand and rubbed his throat, which was not made of straw. He coughed lightly and said: "Ahem... By the way, old man, it's just that you look like a weasel. What's going on with those eyes? Is it hereditary? No, weasels' eyes are not golden either."

Hearing Qin Xiaofeng's words, Old Man Huang's eyes surged with murderous intent. He wanted to tear Qin Xiaofeng's mouth open to see what kind of structure it was inside.

Finally, Old Man Huang found an opportunity. While Qin Xiaofeng was speaking, yellow smoke quickly gathered on Qin Xiaofeng's flanks, turned into his skinny palm, and grabbed Qin Xiaofeng's waist with a force.

When Qin Xiaofeng saw that hand, a smile that seemed to have succeeded in his conspiracy suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Old Man Huang, who was in the yellow smoke, was shocked when he saw this. He hurriedly removed the power from his hand and retracted his hand into the yellow smoke.

Seeing this, Qin Xiaofeng took a long breath. There are still two minutes for the fear to cool down. Fortunately, Old Man Huang has become a frightened old man and has withdrawn himself. Otherwise, Qin Xiaofeng would have really died on those hands.

ps: Well... I took the train home today during the holiday. I just got home and I was a little too late hahh, I will make up for it later~