Miss is not human

Chapter 1241
With the first cut in front, the second cut is much easier.

Song Chang walked numbly in the blood, as long as he saw a hungry head, he would throw a dagger mercilessly.

It must be guaranteed that the dead cannot die again.

A black shadow quickly jumped out of the blood, and bit Song Chang fiercely.

Song Chang sensed the attack, and subconsciously waved his hand to block it: "Chi——"

The pain came from the hand, and I couldn't help gasping for air, then turned my eyes stiffly to look over.

An intact hungry head was bitten on Song Chang's hand.

A pair of eyes are staring wide open, and it can be vaguely seen that it is an immature little girl.

Just me, mom and dad, help me, I'm so scared!Niuniu is so scared!
A flood of emotions rushed into Song Chang's mind, making his teeth chatter uncontrollably.

He could imagine how frightened, terrified, and desperate that child was before being eaten by the hungry head.

Then, with the other hand, Song Chang pulled Hungshou's hair fiercely, and pulled it off his hand.

Vigorously, a piece of meat was brought down, and the entire back of the hand was bloody.

However, Song Chang didn't even blink his eyes, just cut it in two with such a ruthless knife, and fell into the dirty blood again.

Yun Mu, who was standing outside, looked at Song Chang in this state, and didn't know what to say, and turned into a faint sigh, and disappeared like a water mark again.

Yun Zi looked at the copper pot in front of her, the fire had already stopped, but Yu Tang was still steaming.

Song Chang was covered in blood, and after confirming that there was no more living starving head, he returned to the table, still holding the pitch-black dagger firmly in his hand.

In the bowl in front of him, there was a pile of pointed meat, one piece at a time, because he was stunned, the spicy oil on it stuck together, which looked extremely disgusting.

And Yun Zi scooped out a spoonful of soup with lumps of oil from the copper pot, and just poured it on the pile of meat in Song Chang's bowl.

The cold meat, plus the warm oil soup, and the unmelted spicy oil floating on it.

Even the taste makes you want to vomit.

"Eat it." Yun Zi's voice echoed in Song Chang's ear.

"This is your third task today, eat it and don't spit it out."

Song Chang looked at the plate of unappetizing meat in front of him, and bit his cheek tightly.

"Why, you dare to kill, don't you dare to eat?" Yun Ziliang's swishing voice sounded immediately, with indescribable contempt.

"Pfft—" Song Chang stabbed the dagger hard on the table, causing the copper pot to tremble.

With eyes like a lone wolf, she stared at Yun Zi firmly, trying to see her intention, whether it was Zhang Yaoyang who was really training him, or just wanted to embarrass him.

However, Yun Zi's eyes were tightly closed, the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, and she couldn't see anything with her calm and calm appearance.

"Or you have a second choice, defeat me?" Song Chang gasped for breath with that slightly raised tone.

Then, instead of using chopsticks, he grabbed the meat in the bowl with his hands and stuffed it into his mouth desperately.

One bite, one bite, chew hard.

If you want to spit it out, press your own mouth and force the spit out to swallow it again.

His gaze never left Yunzi from the beginning to the end, but Yunzi just dragged his chin and smiled boredly.

Then he flicked his finger, and a red line of fire flashed and landed on the dirty blood next to him.

Purple flames burst out and licked Song Chang's leg.

(End of this chapter)