Chapter 247

Lu Ziming felt that there was something wrong with aidita, so he repeatedly tolerated and tolerated her. Even her sarcasm could not touch his nerves.

People who have been hurt have reason to vent their emotions. Edita did a good job, but expressed dissatisfaction with Asia with the same appearance, because she can't distinguish the faces of Asians at all, just as Asians can't distinguish the faces of Europeans.

"Like you Westerners, human beings have the desire to pursue beautiful things. Do you know? In the war of resistance against Japan, many women smeared corpse pulp and soil on their faces, and even scratched their faces to make their faces ferocious. Do you think you deserve sympathy?"

Lu Ziming has heard too many stories. Like aidita, she keeps a beautiful face in crisis. She is telling those sex wolves that there is a beautiful woman here. Come on!

He knew what edita was thinking. If she hadn't had no interest in edita, but for the sake of extending life and future generations, edita would also become her own forbidden land. These are the driving forces for the survival and continuation of any creature. Doesn't she have such consciousness?

He doesn't sympathize with edita, but thinks all this is inevitable. Maybe this is the difference of cultural ideas!

There was no explanation or explanation. I just looked at the European beauty quietly without any waves in my heart.

Aidita is right. He is watching others fighting and killing each other. Now he is not only a bystander, but also a calm person. But he really didn't want to get the holy sword. This is not what he can get unless he kills everyone and then kills the people outside saiying mountain. Is it meaningful?

No, Since there is no, why should he do meaningless things.

He doesn't choose to escape. This is not the choice that a brave person should face. He just doesn't want to do unnecessary struggle.

I don't know who among the survivors raised the butcher's knife first, or who couldn't help chopping the knife at his former companions, as if in a moment, the whole scene became chaotic, red flames danced in the air, cold snowballs shuttled back and forth, screams came and went, injured people rolled and howled on the ground, and the sound of pain was endless.

No one can take a step into the little pyramid. At this time, everyone has become the enemy in everyone's eyes. Steel knives are flying in the air, blood splashes and screams suddenly sound.

In order to get the legendary holy sword, there is no friendship and sympathy. Everything is only interests and power. Red eyes spray sparks, and reason is replaced by ferocity and greed.

Those allies who wooed their companions cut the butcher's knife at their nearest people. Everyone became crazy. There were swords everywhere, killing and blood everywhere. The air is filled with exciting impulses, just like a bloodthirsty butcher who recovers his nature and keeps waving his weapons. There is no same kind in his eyes, only killing.

All this infected haribari. He shouted, raised his steel knife and recklessly cleaved to the nearest Lu Ziming.

At the moment when haribari raised the steel knife, Lu Ziming's palm had hit haribari's neck, and then haribari was paralyzed on the ground.

"See, this is killing."

Do not know why? All this seems to have nothing to do with him, as well as David and edita.

"You won't kill us," said David, who was already paralyzed on the ground, with a pale face, trembling lips and trembling teeth.

"It's strange that you haven't been infected!"

"We are just ordinary people. It's strange why you haven't been infected". In aidita's eyes, Lu Ziming has become a real non bloodthirsty devil.

When David and adita entered saiying mountain, they never felt any energy fluctuation, which is completely different from the super powers. It seems that the whole saiying mountain only affects the superpowers. Of course, not the superpowers can't enter saiying mountain at all. They are completely exceptional.

He looked down at the two people. They were no threat to himself. The survivors fighting in the square had nothing to do with him. He just stood there quietly as if he was feeling something.

He really felt that it was a kind of energy fluctuation, very weak, but it did exist.

The abnormal fluctuation of energy didn't come. As for the so-called holy sword, it was at a stone carving not far from him. I don't know why, he felt as if there was a voice ringing in his mind. It was a voice with contempt, which was completely different from the mechanical voice just now.

"Only real warriors can get the holy sword..."

"What you see is not what you see. Only feeling will not deceive you..."

"Do you feel it? Ha ha!... eh! You are a devourer of the dark system, second only to the purifier of the light system. The real rare human, you will become the king of human beings. Raise your sword, let the humble mole ants tremble under your feet, let power and desire in your hands * *, and cast your glory with blood and courage..."

"Shut up!" Lu Ziming smiled coldly, trying to bewitch himself with his heart.

The mind is as firm as a rock, and the mood is as calm as water. There is only a faint sneer. The little deception wants to kill itself, which is too belittling.

Of course, the main reason is that the level of pyramid bewitching is too low. If he meets Yue Fei Fei's mature flattering skill, Lu Ziming will lose his mind for a long time to wake up. Different levels determine different effects.

The voice of the pyramid has been ringing in your ears. It is a direct deep-level conscious communication, which is very similar to the telepathy of insects. It's like someone whispering in your ear. You have to listen, can't avoid, and can only compete with your mind.

He went to the side of the energy wave, reached forward along the energy wave, and finally stopped on a rusty thin sword.

It was a thin sword with rust all over it. It had no gorgeous decoration and soul stirring shape. It was plain, so people wouldn't look at it after one look. It's too ordinary, too insignificant, no luster, no sharp blade, nothing, with rust, with the age and vicissitudes.

It's such a thin sword. It's only a foot and a half long and only three or four centimeters wide. The whole shape can only be described with simplicity, even if it's shabby.

However, at the moment he touched the thin sword, he clearly felt that the thin sword was alive. There was an unspeakable feeling. It seemed that he could communicate with himself at some level. It was very weak! But it does exist clearly. At the moment of finger contact, he can be sure that this is the legendary holy sword!