After the whole species mutated, I hung up

The mosquitoes didn't come too late. Amidst that annoying buzzing sound, dozens of huge mosquitoes shuttled among the tree trunks, and their fast flapping wings created a gust of wind.

It's not that Lu Mian has never been bitten by mosquitoes, but the mosquitoes that appeared in front of him now are completely beyond his comprehension, giving him the illusion that he will die if he is bitten. He tightened the mantis dagger in his hand, okay? Because of the change of the dagger in the hand into a long knife.

When the rest of the people saw it, their eyes widened immediately.

Old Wang: "I'll go! Can this be made longer? Where is the switch?"

As he said that, Lao Wang turned the dagger in his hand over and over again, trying to make the pitifully short dagger in his palm as long as Lu Mian's long knife.

Lu Mian exhaled, and took the dagger from Lao Wang's hand.

The moment the dagger touched him, the hard and sharp blade became soft under their noses, and then the shape of the whole dagger began to distort and grow larger, turning into a long knife like pinching plasticine.

Brother Chen and Zhao Jing also silently stuffed their daggers into Lu Mian's hands.

The smell of those mosquitoes after being cut open is really unacceptable. Under such circumstances, weapons with longer attack distances are of course better.

Zhao Jing: "Stop the other mosquitoes, put a few to the R League and they will do."

Brother Chen: "How to stop? I can only chop with a knife now."

Lao Wang waved the long knife in his hand, feeling that it was very convenient, he aimed at the frontmost mosquito and chopped it off.

The mantis knife, which cuts like mud, cut the mosquito in half, and the indescribable stench became stronger again.

Lao Wang's complexion turned pale, and even the mutated mouth on his neck lost its color, "I'll wipe it! It would be great if there was a mosquito coil or something..."

As soon as these words came out, the few people present looked at each other with stiff necks as if they were suddenly frozen by something.

The veins on Lu Mian's forehead couldn't help twitching, "I remember that each of us seems to have a bag of odds and ends in our marching/army/bags. Could it be..."

Brother Chen cursed directly, turned around and went into the tent, "Brothers, hold on first, I'll check the resources."

After several people cut down several mosquitoes, Brother Chen took out a small bag of things wrapped in black canvas from his own bag. Lie quietly in it.

Brother Chen: "It really is!"

After finishing speaking, Brother Chen quickly unwrapped the plastic seal of the mosquito-repellent incense, and was about to light the mosquito-repellent incense, but was stopped by Zhao Jing.

Zhao Jing: "Wait! Let some of the mosquitoes suck the members of the R League first!"

Lu Mian glanced at the mosquitoes that kept approaching the R League, frowned and replied: "These mosquitoes eat too much. Although the people of the R League have bad intentions, if something really happens, they will Will it not affect the relationship between the Federation and the R Alliance?"

Zhao Jing nodded, "Of course, so, Lu Mian, your speed is faster, you go over there and guard, as long as the mosquitoes suck out their blood, you will kill the mosquitoes in time to ensure that they can survive."

Brother Chen looked at the beaks of those mosquitoes, and couldn't help swallowing, "I'll take a shot, such a thick needle..."

Zhao Jing also hesitated, "Otherwise, it's okay for any of you to have a needle. With these mosquitoes as a cover, we draw a little blood from them, and the worst thing is to say that they were bitten by mosquitoes. I still have the face."

After hearing Zhao Jing's words, Lu Mian felt his head hurt again.

The only needles on his body came from the few injections given to him by Mr. Qian. After one use, they could no longer be used. Besides, they had a fart needle.

Lu Mian cut the mosquito in front of him that wanted to bite him in half, and then walked towards the R League tent, "How much does everyone need?"

Zhao Jing: "Have you ever drawn blood? That kind of small test tube, half a tube won't produce much."

Lu Mian nodded, and became very curious about Zhao Jing's ability.

Ten minutes later, the few people who hadn't slept in the middle of the night managed to beat the mosquitoes to the whole team, and they were leaning on the tree trunk, closing their eyes and throwing up wildly.

The smell of dozens of dead mosquitoes is definitely unforgettable.

The roof of the tent of the R Alliance has been cut off, and several mosquito corpses that have been broken in two are lying quietly beside them, and the beaks of several mosquitoes are still buried in the blood vessels on the side of their necks.

Lu reluctantly endured the discomfort, and used a knife to pick out the mosquito heads from their necks, leaving only the lower body with bright red blood beside them.

Fortunately, the saliva of these mosquitoes contains formic acid and anesthetics. After the formic acid enters the human body, the human body will produce histamine and produce an allergic reaction, and a small red and swollen bump will appear on the skin. The organ is slightly thicker, and the bulging small bag can also close the small hole poked by the mutated mosquito's beak, so as not to make them bleed too much.

After Zhao Jing vomited, he turned pale and walked to the R League tent step by step.

He took out the Mantis Knife to test the distance, then raised his head and looked at Lu Mian who was beside him, "Please, please turn this knife back into a dagger, it's too long..."

Lu Mian glanced at the white liquid covered on the long knife, got a new mantis dagger and threw it to Zhao Jing in disgust.

Zhao Jing threw away the long mantis knife in his hand, then took the dagger, picked the mosquito corpse closest to him, and raised his hand to cut open the mosquito's abdomen.

The fresh blood that had just been sucked out seemed to be pulled by some external force, and turned into a blood line that circled several times in mid-air, stayed in Zhao Jing's palm, and finally disappeared in his palm.

And Zhao Jing's slightly pale complexion turned into an unhealthy flush at a speed visible to the naked eye. The blood color started from his palm and spread rapidly towards the whole body, even the tips of his ears could not escape.

Zhao Jing stood up from the ground, raised his head and looked at Lu Mian, "My mutation talent can absorb a certain amount of other people's blood, so that I can have the other person's mutation talent for a period of time."

When he said this, Zhao Jing's appearance had already begun to change. The short body size unexpectedly grew a little longer, the position of the ears was slightly tilted upwards, and the skin color became darker. The height has also been pulled up a bit.

Lu Mian and the others just watched Zhao Jing in front of him gradually become another person, from appearance to temperament, they were completely similar to each other.

Afterwards, this one stretched his muscles and bones on the spot, then closed his eyes and stood motionless, as if he was looking for a way to use his mutation talent.

A few seconds later, the man opened his eyes, raised his hand and let out a burst of cold air towards the ground, and a small piece of ice instantly formed on the ground.

Zhao Jing snorted, "I'm stupid, who is this..."

Speaking of this, Zhao Jing, who had become a completely different person, bent down and pulled the figure lying not far away. After recognizing the man's face, he sighed again, "What the hell is this man called? Right? His spiritual power definitely surpasses A-level! When we met those earthworms, what did they say? Said that the mental power rating of this quick-frozen man is only C? You really have the nerve to say it!"

After finishing speaking, Zhao Jing sat on the ground angrily, forcing the blood in his body out.

A ball of blood flowed out from the palm of Zhao Jing's palm, and the used blood was like duck blood that had been left overnight, forming one piece after another, and the color was extremely dim.

As the blood was discharged from Zhao Jing's body, Zhao Jing gradually changed back to his own appearance, and then he got up and walked towards the abdomen of another mosquito.

Lu Mian looked at Zhao Jing who once again melted his blood into his body, and had a new understanding of the code name "Jing Shi", "The meaning of the code name "Jing Shi" is to reflect the mutations of other people like a mirror within a certain period of time. Talent mean?"

Zhao Jing raised his head, and at this time his face had gradually moved closer to Nan Xiaohe's direction, "That's right, how about it? I chose my code name myself, isn't it much better than that second ghost? His The code name was pressed on the head, you didn't see how stinky the second ghost's face was at that time!"

At the end of the story, Zhao Jing's voice was exactly the same as Nan Xiaohe's. He closed his eyes, and then let out a sigh, "This Nan Xiaohe is weird!"

As soon as these words came out, several people present became nervous.

Old Wang: "What? Could it be him?"

Zhao Jing shook his head, "No! I remember that Nan Xiaohe's information stated that his mental power was grade A, and he had no special mutation talent. This fucking...is it true? He really doesn't have any special mutation talent! It's just mental power. The power level is higher."

Lu Mian looked at Zhao Jing who was no different from Nan Xiaohe, and couldn't help but tighten his eyebrows, "Feel it carefully!"

Zhao Jing nodded, and closed his eyes to feel the changes in his body carefully. After a while, he opened his eyes in disappointment, "No, I still have no talent."

For this, everyone couldn't help scolding a few words.

To say that the most unusual person in the entire R League is Nan Xiaohe, who is the team leader no matter how you look at it. When Zhao Jing used his talent to screen and control the talent owner, they actually placed high hopes on Nan Xiaohe, but now The screening results shattered everyone's hopes.

Zhao Jing gritted his teeth and forced Nan Xiaohe's blood out of his body, and then fused with the next person's blood without stopping.

Half an hour later, Zhao Jing was lying on his back on the ground, his face was as pale as paper, and the expression on his face was also a bit hopeless.

Zhao Jing: "Why not?"

He has tried all the members of the R League, but he has not found any clues about the control talent, which makes the few people who have been busy all night a little confused.

Lu Mian looked at the members of the R Alliance whose necks were already swollen, and a gleam flashed in the depths of his eyes, "Brother Zhao, can you only fuse one person's blood at a time?"

Zhao Jing, who was lying on the ground with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes, "Huh?"

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