Hang Yu's face and body were covered with blood.

Some are the blood of pheasants, and some are their own blood.

At this time, the door that was willing to beat the chicken opened, and a fat man rushed out. He was at least 200 pounds, with a fat body and a simple appearance. He was Hang Yu's roommate Pang Dahai.

Pang Dahai is obese and has a seven-part actor who plays a fat cat. He has many nicknames in school, such as Fat Sea, Fat Cat, etc.

Don't look at this kid being honest and even a little slow.

He is a big and small celebrity, recognized as the Grand Marshal of the Cavalry and Infantry in the university dormitory, and he was nicknamed Mobile Seed Bank. He was sure to find him with the latest and most popular XX door. Even the seniors in the building next door would come to seek seeds sincerely.

"Damn, are you stupid? Didn't you tell you not to come?" When Pang Dahai saw that Hang Yu was covered in blood and even his face was lifted off, he was at a loss and quickly turned around and shouted, "What are you doing when you stand there? Try 120!"

"No!"

Hang Yu stopped the fat man, took out his cell phone, pressed it twice, and a red fruit appeared in the palm of his hand, and ate the fruit in a few bites.

This guy has suffered such a heavy burden, but he is still so calm and even in the mood to eat fruits. His brain broke!

"Hey, I'm so fucking. Is it time to eat now?"

Pang Dahai stared at the eyes and said halfway, he was surprised to find that after Hang Yu ate the fruit, the wounds on his chest and the face stopped bleeding, and the wounds healed slowly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Less than two minutes before and after.

The wound has scabbed and fallen off, leaving only a faint light mark, and it returns to normal skin color at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Pang Dahai was completely shocked: "Hey, what you are eating is the fairy fruit!"

Hang Yu didn't care: "It's almost the same. I won't talk about this for now. I'm going to deal with the scene. Don't waste so much good meat."

The pang Dahai next saw a magical picture.

Hang Yu put his hand on the corpse of the pheasant king, and a layer of glimmer of light enveloped the pheasant king, allowing it to quickly shrivel in a few seconds, and then it broke into powder like a weathered clay sculpture.

The light gathered in Hang Yu's hands and turned into a large piece of fresh chicken breast, plus two fat chicken legs.

Damn it!

What's this?
Chapter completed!