Conan: I'm not really a winery boss

Chapter 132 New Ability
Fu Jiang tapped the watch cover of the labor soil to check the attributes of the elementary school student of death.

Power: 2
Agility: 2
Stamina: 2
Insights: 20
Charisma: 15
Reaper's halo: Under its shadow, death events will continue to happen (Reaper: Hey buddy, do you want to kill people, right? I came up with an idea for you, hurry up and implement it!)

Ke Xue's reasoning: Under the insight of piercing the time, there is nothing to hide in the future, and he can always find the one that is bound to happen among thousands of possibilities. (20 insight bonus skills)
(In the collision of red and black, do you think he can predict things like a god? No, he just chose the future)
Fortunately, Conan's attributes are very rubbish, even if he has a few combat skills that are not displayed and equipped with props, under this huge attribute difference, failure is inevitable.

As Conan squatted down and twisted his sneakers, his attribute panel suddenly started to jump.

Power: 20
Agility: 15
Stamina: 2
Insights: 20
Charisma: 15
Newton's death: His actions will defy the laws of physics (Apple fell on Newton's head? Bullshit, I kicked the apple into the sky!)

Precision Dodge: With Newton's death, can you touch him with his unskilled dodge moves? (Death always passes me by)

No!This is not true!You are cheating the system!Why can Conan be tied to props? It's not fair!

Fu Jiang didn't dare to act rashly, but Conan moved.

He jumped over directly, ignoring Fu Jiang's wingspan which was far beyond his, as if he was extremely stupid.

Fu Jiang's body bowed slightly, his right arm was pulled back, and after Conan reached his attack range, his right hand slammed forward.

He precisely grasped Conan's small throat.

Conan, who was in mid-air, suddenly turned around, his body parallel to the ground, avoiding the palm grabbed by Fu Jiang.

Time seemed to slow down, just as Fu Jiang stopped and stepped back, Conan's leg kicked over.

The skill of Newton's death is simply cheating, how can he use it in mid-air?
Bang, there was a muffled sound from the wall behind.

Conan landed on the ground, stepped on the sole of his foot, and slid back more than ten meters to prevent Fu Jiang from counterattacking.

Fu Jiang turned his head in a daze, looking at the wall splattered with bloody meat sauce behind him.

He looked down, his left leg had disappeared, blood sprayed, and the tearing pain engulfed him.

This is to hit with the head?Gin and Xiaolan are stronger than Conan?I do not believe.

Fu Jiang leaned his body, leaning on a seat with one hand to keep his balance.

The corners of Conan's mouth opened further, and his huge eyes were also bent into crescent shapes.

He straightened his body, shot a football from his belt, and aimed at Fu Jiang slowly.

Good guy, with a broken limb, you can aim at it by accumulating power, this projection can be manipulated.

But he still has a chance. Football is obviously a weakening of the current Conan. No matter how powerful it is, it is no more than a kick. Unless it hits a vital point, it will not be fatal.

Fu Jiang's only remaining right leg was slightly bent, and his right arm muscles contracted, ready to dodge at any time.

Bang, Conan kicked the football away, then turned his back carelessly, and raised his hands in a gesture of victory.

At this moment, Fu Jiang slammed to the left, out of the way of the football, and then made another pounce with three limbs.

The back of Conan's neck was close in front of his eyes.

Bang, suddenly Fu Jiang suffered a heavy blow to the back of the head, his body hit the ground directly, and the football rolled to the side.

This reflection angle is very scientific.
Fu Jiang's consciousness fell into darkness.

GameOver!

The damage to the scene began to be repaired, and Fu Jiang's body also recovered.

Fu Jiang got up from the ground, shook his head, took out a cigarette case from his pocket, took out a cigarette and lit it.

Hitting a wall directly on Conan's side made him very upset.

And even Conan is so strong, it is conceivable how many people are left.

Is this a fighting game he's playing?This is the same as fighting a boss in Dark Souls.

The name of this task is serious, and it is really the king of battles, you have to go through hundreds of battles.

He had to keep challenging, familiarize himself with the attacking moves of each boss, and after dying again and again, he defeated his opponent in a lucky one.

This is equivalent to spending thousands of joy points to buy this piece of equipment.

And this is different from the direct price tag, you only need to consume 100 joy points each time to challenge.

This prevents him from taking time off to save pleasure points, and only keeps making small payments.

This system has been very good for sales.

After smoking a cigarette, Fu Jiang turned on the system again, and he was a little overwhelmed.

After all, Conan itself is very fragile, as long as he seizes a chance, he can kill him instantly.

Judging from the behavior of the projection, it has inherited Conan's own arrogance, and it may be able to take advantage of this.

What's more, he also has charm, which can influence Conan's actions to create opportunities for himself.

The more Fu Jiang thought about it, the more he felt that the success rate was very high, and he had a high probability of winning, so he happily handed over 100 joy points.

Conan's figure appeared again.

This time, Fu Jiang took the lead and did not give Conan a chance to sneak attack.

His figure was pulled in with Conan in an instant, and Conan had just squatted down to open the foot-strengthening shoes.

"It's late." Fu Jiang opened the corner of his mouth, and the pupil of his left eye was divided into two.

At this moment, Conan raised his wrist, the watch cover popped open, and the anesthesia needle pierced Fu Jiang's left eye faster than a bullet.

"Uh." Fu Jiang covered his left eye, and blood flowed from his fingers.

Immediately afterwards, he jumped back suddenly, avoiding Conan's left kick.

"Stop, stop." Fu Jiang planned to use despicable means.

But Conan, who is left with only his fighting instinct, will not be affected by words.

Bang, Conan chopped the ground, his body shot out, Fu Jiang quickly turned sideways.

Conan twisted his body, and Fu Jiang was already prepared to rotate his lower limbs, hitting Conan's abdomen with a knee and knocking him into the air.

Just as Fu Jiang took advantage of the situation and rushed to pursue him, Conan spit out acidic water on Fu Jiang's face.

Once the acid water entered his eyes, he who lost his eyesight for a short time was bound to be attacked by Conan who did not speak martial arts.

He had to stop the charge.

Conan, who flew upside down, rolled over after landing, and immediately jumped up, getting close to the five-meter-high ceiling.

Immediately afterwards, he twisted his body, kicked a hole in the ceiling with his head upside down, his feet upside down, and then another kick.

Conan hung upside down from the ceiling, unfastened his shoulder straps, and passed between the two holes.

Holding the shoulder straps with both hands, he kicked on the ceiling and rushed towards Fu Jiang with his strength, and then kicked out.

Fu Jiang saw Conan's flight trajectory, stepped back a few steps and reached out to grab Conan's leg.

Just when his hand was about to touch Conan's ankle, Conan pressed the button on the belt, and the belt contracted and pulled him back to the ceiling.

Then he kicked his feet again and attacked Fu Jiang.

Fu Jiang's face darkened, and there would be no end to this.

He directly picked up a chair and threw it at Conan.

The white light of the lens flashed, and the corners of Conan's mouth widened.

He smashed the wooden chair with one foot, hid his figure in the wood debris, jumped over Fu Jiang with the momentum, and twisted his body to put the shoulder strap on Fu Jiang's throat.

Swish, the shoulder straps shrunk, and Fu Jiang was directly suspended from the ceiling by the pulling force.

"Cough." Fu Jiang grabbed the shoulder strap with one hand, pulled the distance between the shoulder strap and the throat with a pull-up movement, and grabbed Conan with the other hand.

He touched something limp and white, Conan's football.

The football attached to the belt is getting bigger and bigger, occupying the ceiling and squeezing Fu Jiang down.

At the same time, the shoulder straps kept pulling Fu Jiang upwards.

As Conan continued to move his fingers, the shoulder straps that were strong enough to pull the train contracted fully.

Then Conan turned over and jumped off the ceiling, quietly admiring Fu Jiang's struggle before his death.

Fu Jiang's neck twisted and deformed, and the feeling of death became more and more clear. Finally, with a click, his neck became as thick as a wire.

GameOver!

Fu Jiang fell from the ceiling, he lowered his head, unable to see his face clearly.

He reached out and spent 100 pleasure points again.

He couldn't stop, the two deaths were real, his brain really tasted death.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but he felt that the blood in his body began to boil, and every cell seemed to come alive, roaring non-stop.

"Tata open!"

Kakaka, the sound of crawling insects came into his mind, he clenched his numb and itchy fingers, Fu Jiang's lips parted slightly, and he let out a mouthful of smoky air.

He turned his head and looked at the death primary school student whose smile was gradually disappearing with the whites of his bloodshot eyes.

(End of this chapter)