"So that's it... is it intuitive?" Feng Xue's acting skills were fully developed. Relying on the person opposite, he would never kill him, he completely regarded himself as an ordinary person, but his mind was thinking about the meaning represented by this seemingly absurd gun battle.

The Will of the Dead has also said before that he lacks the fighting instinct to exert his abilities. This instinct is definitely not an innate ability in its original intention, but rather a subconscious behavior that does not require thinking, as if he is born to know what to do, that is, intuition.

This reminded him of Sani, one of the four kings of food, among the food prisoners.

Sani has hundreds of thousands of hairs that have touch and can convey will, but according to the evaluation of his master, Yuemon, he is an outsider.

If you want to control hundreds of thousands of hairs, there is a lot of concentration and wisdom required. Sending attack instructions in turn will not only cause brain fatigue, but also slow down your own attack speed. Therefore, no matter how you fully utilize it, you will not be able to defeat the beasts in the food world. In order to make up for this, Yuuemon granted him the ability to intuition.

In the food system, when you are eating, do you think about how to stretch out your chopsticks or eat?

Even in the world of Sea Tiger, there is a similar saying: using the acupoints, valves and force points of the body is the focus of the power of the Sea Tiger's explosion fist. There are hundreds of different combinations in total, and the fist you use can produce different blasting effects. But it is not only difficult to achieve this extremely strong state in an instant, but also waste time. So in actual combat, there is no need to think so much - just integrate the consciousness of the fist into your body. Then, he will just blow it down! (Original words)

Instincting combat and allowing intuition to guide one's own strength is not to give up thinking, but to use precious thinking in more appropriate places.

You don’t need to think about how to hit it, just think about where to hit it!

Thinking is a general, and the body is a soldier. You don’t need to think about what every soldier should do. Just tell the soldiers that you need to do this!

It is difficult to do it simply. The body is not a soldier and cannot think on its own. Therefore, it needs to be guided by intuition transformed from experience and memory. This intuition is not innate, but subconscious thinking that is integrated into instinct under countless trainings.

After figuring this out, Feng Xue's road ahead suddenly became clear. He saw the direction he was moving forward and began to be glad that he had deleted his extra memory. Otherwise, with the physique of a ghoul and the vision of a rolling eye, he would definitely not be able to understand his intuition.

Skills are the weapon for the weak to defeat the strong. If you are a strong person, even if you study deliberately, it is difficult to guide the weak like the weak.

After understanding what to do next, Feng Xue became more hard-working. At this time, he was like a real ordinary person, running away with his head in his arms, and then being forced into the car by Angelina Jolie... I mean Fox was forced to throw it into the car, watching her gun battle with the cheap dad in a daze, and then, in a violent collision, he smashed his head into the car.

"It's really a simple and crude transportation method..." Feng Xue pinched the time and staggered from the table. There was still a little pain on her forehead. Although she was pretending to be unconscious, it was not fake to touch her.

She still has the actor’s self-cultivation when acting in a complete set.

Standing up swayingly, Feng Xue looked around at the surrounding environment. It looked like an abandoned workshop, a trash can surrounded by flies, a messy wooden table with drawings, notes, and the onlookers staring at him unconsciously.

"Well, can someone explain to me what this place is?" Feng Xue showed as much American smile as possible and asked with her hands spread out.

"I thought you would be taller." A slightly older voice came from the heights, with black skin, gray hair, and spells on his forehead proving that he was quite old.

However, considering the problem of Europeans and Americans looking old, this guy who looks like he is in his sixties or seventies may not be only fifty.

"Sir, if you think I'm short, you can find a tall man. Then, can you send me back? I've never seen you before, and I don't know where this place is. You can cover my eyes and send me back. Well, if you don't feel at ease, you can knock it out. I'm not a rich man, nor a rich parents. Really, and my boss is a scumbag. I won't get any money for you to kidnap..." Feng Xue was like a chatterbox at this time, and her mouth was not idle at all, and she spit out a series of lines.

The old man had no intention of responding to his words, but walked to the table where he was just lying on his face, picked up the trash can with flies flying and placed it ten meters away, and then took out a pistol of a sign that Feng Xue didn't recognize and handed it over.

"Blade the flies' wings."

"(?д?;)!!!" Feng Xue made a very speechless expression and looked at the old nigger-

"Then, what, are you sure you didn't find the wrong person?"

Feng Xue's acting skills can be said to be quite good, but it is precisely because of his acting skills that a cold cylinder hit the back of his head.

"I'll count three times, you shoot, or I shoot..." Another black man appeared behind Feng Xue. This guy with a braised egg head said behind Feng Xue in the voice of the erotic male anchor. The tone made Feng Xue feel chill all over, as if he would be pressed on the table at any time - the philosophical atmosphere of being beaten.

"one……"

With the countdown of the nigger's philosophical nigger, Feng Xue's face began to twitch, and then, very, very helplessly, picked up the gun in the old nigger's hand and began to aim at the trash can.

Then, he discovered something embarrassing-

He couldn't get nervous.

Although he knew that the nigger behind him would really shoot if he didn't shoot, he just couldn't get nervous because his talent for the corpse vein could block the impact of bullets even if he didn't fire it - this was probably a layer of insurance for his life.

I can't get nervous, Emperor Engine... Well, I mean my heartbeat won't speed up.

If the heartbeat doesn't accelerate, Wesley's talent will not be activated. If the talent is not activated, Feng Xue's pistol with only 26 points is not necessarily accurate, let alone shooting flies' wings, not to mention hitting fixed targets!

"Calm down, calm down... Uh, it's not calm, it's excitement. In short, the original characters can control their heartbeat acceleration after exercise. There is no reason for them to be nervous, nervous... Forget it, a madman has a sense of tension. Alchemy, activate it for me!" Feng Xue grinned, took a deep breath, and directly used alchemy to stimulate the organs in the body to start secreting adrenaline.

His breathing became rapid, his heartbeat began to intensify, and his blood flow accelerated, and his nerve reflexes were increasing. His original agility of 70 points soared to at least 80 at this moment!

The flies in his sight became bigger, which reminded him of the feeling of using his eyes to shoot arrows.

But the difference is that the accuracy of his archery is maintained through the chakra line, but at this moment, he seemed to instinctively understand how to let the bullet hit the target.

"Instinct? Or intuition? No, shooting is just a use of external objects. Neither I nor Wesley can have this instinct. It should be a talent. This body's innate shooting talent!" Feng Xue said in her heart, but compared to the "three" that slowly came into her ears, it was telling him that he could not wait any longer, so he pulled the trigger like this-
Chapter completed!