The Wasteland Survival System and Dogs

It is impossible.

The thought of surrendering just came to mind, and then it was pushed back to the deepest part of his mind by Jing'an.

It's not just a matter of mere submission.

Because if she surrendered to Elena at this time, Jing An had no idea what consequences she would encounter-like Guan Hu, became a slave to the dream, and then merged into Elena's body and became a part of her.

Or was he escorted to the Winter Fort in unknown circumstances to accept the question of the "Supreme Supreme" that she said?

No matter which one is, it is not the situation that Jing'an hopes to see.

Only when destiny is in the palm of your hand can you be truly alive. Besides, he still has many plans he wants to achieve.

Neither Noel’s resurrection nor the system’s awakening plan would allow Jing An to surrender to Elena at this moment.

But even with such thoughts, Jing An raised his head and showed an uncomfortable smile at the other party.

"I would like to join your organization."

The straightforward and clear declaration made Aisha on the side show a shocked expression. She opened her mouth, but the sentence of Mr. was stuck in her throat, brewing and rolling, and finally was swallowed back into her stomach.

Jing'an must have its own considerations.

Aisha thought this way, and stopped making unnecessary movements. She stepped back in succession until she met with the old Jasmine popsicle on the side, and stood on the edge of the church together, watching the confrontation between the two sides from a distance.

Regarding Jing'an's decision, Elena raised her chin high. Her tone was playful and arrogant, full of top-down charity.

"A wise move."

After a slight pause between the two parties who had made the decision, Elena took the initiative to break the deadlock. She chuckled and waved four arms towards Jing'an, motioning for the opposite direction to approach herself.

"Come on, let me add a unique mark to the new members. This is a symbol that can be engraved in the depths of your soul, and it also means that the rest of your life will live for our Lord."

"May your soul be able to ascend to the kingdom of God after being free from suffering."

Out of a deep understanding of the giant's approach, Jing'an maintains the highest degree of sensitivity on topics related to the soul.

He didn't have any reason to let others get involved with his soul.

As a new member of the organization, there is no problem with the request of the other party, and there is no reason for rejection.

So... what should I do.

After a slight pause, Jing An nodded towards Elena and took firm steps.

Because of the arrogant kicking skills, it shattered, and the broken heel dragged to the ground, making some unpleasant restlessness.

At the same time, the distance between the two sides is gradually getting closer.

Fifty meters, twenty-four meters, and 13 meters. Like a tape measure being recycled, the gap that shouldn't exist is gradually recycled, urging the two sides to approach each other at this moment, resulting in a more subtle exchange.

The expression at this moment illustrates a lot of thoughts hidden deeper.

Meaningful smirk.

Cold noodles with many thoughts.

The compromise between the virtual and the snake was torn at this time, and the last layer of cover was removed.

The distance between the two sides was only six meters left at this time.

At the moment of reaching this distance, Aisha only felt that time had forgotten to move around at this moment. Because at this moment, the two sides violently attacked together as if they had reached a mysterious tacit understanding.

The first shot was Elena's skinny arm. Her five fingers suddenly stretched out at this moment, and the long pale claws stretched out from the fingertips, turning into five-handed horror blades more than one meter long.

The fingernail shone sharp like a blade, and then tore the wind, and swung it straight down in front of him.

In terms of momentum, it is not an exaggeration.

However, Jing'an was faster than her.

Just as a jet of black lightning exploded in front of Elena, along with the cracking of the floor and splashing slate fragments, the familiar figure disappeared invisible at this moment.

Jing'an is gone.

This idea hadn't even been brewed, and a dull echo suddenly came.

I saw Elena's upper body suddenly snapped towards one side at this moment, taking the waist as the line, almost showing a 90-degree bend in a terrifying arc. Under such a terrifying impact, the tough skin played a decisive role at this moment-the broken spine did not pierce it.

Instead, it was pulling at this time, driving the bloated sarcoma of the lower body to float up in the air, and then following the guidance of gravity, it fell to the ground fiercely, raising a burst of flying ash.

It is almost not difficult for people to generate an instinctive thought.

Elena is dead.

But Jing'an, as the initiator, didn't think so at all. The price of a loss made him decide not to waste any opportunity to get close.

I saw that his right hand still maintained the forward movement, and at this time he pinched Elena's neck fiercely.

The blue veins on the back of the hand appeared, and the muscles of the right arm contracted.

The man named Jing'an began a ruthless and unilateral killing at this time.

The neck bone, which was not already thick, made an explosion like a bamboo in Jing'an's grip. Her head, still hanging with a weird smile, swayed to the left and right with the explosion, and her stiff behavior like a puppet made it hard to look directly at it.

At the same time, her facial features began to spatter thick red blood.

But even so, she still grinned, maintaining the sly smile on her face. Let the red blood-stained teeth be exposed under the fluorescence of the candle, beating with inexplicable crookedness.

"Hey, hey..."

The throat that was disturbed by the fragments of the neck bone, and then pierced, does not play a regular role. Elena seemed to want to say something, but in the end she could only make a weird grunt, like a bubble floating from a deep pool, emerging on the surface of the water, jumping out a string of transparent splashes .

Gulululu.

Blood-red blisters overflowed from the corners of the mouth, followed the curve of the neck, and dripped onto the back of Jing'an's hand.

The seemingly complicated situation is actually only a pause of about two seconds. After such a brief buffer, Elena also seemed to have recovered a certain amount of mobility.

At this time, the eight arms were raised one after another, and they grabbed at Jing'an, who was occupying the upper part.

Just being grabbed his head, it seems that it will not affect Elena's movements at all.

Seeing the other party's still vigorous expression, Jing'an's expression also became more and more serious-these means alone did not seem to be enough to subdue this monster.

In other words.

It also needs more intuitive and effective means.