Chapter 228

Yes, Yuan Zhisheng now understands that many people don't have to die.

Without the existence of their three brothers and sisters, there would be no ambition of the king general. How many people died in this cruel underworld war?

And they are still living well, because some people think they are still valuable.

Their lives are trampled on countless bones, so their sins are as heavy as a mountain. They should go to hell after death.

He looked at the glass in the wind talking to himself and felt some emotion. If he didn't know something, today he should have come to find his brother... Go to the yellow spring together.

"Brother, remember when we went to see the meteor shower? We climbed the mountain for hours..."

In the wind, the glass was pressed in place. It seemed that it didn't feel and was still talking to itself.

"... finally, we didn't see the Leonid meteor shower, but I still remember the taste of plum rice..."

The silent yuan Zhisheng finally said, "stop talking."

In the wind, Liuli stopped his narration of the past. The rain fell from the corners of his eyes. He didn't know whether it was mixed with tears. He smiled and said, "this is always the world. One person wants to say, but the other doesn't want to hear."

After that, he sank down slightly, "then I'll tell my brother slowly later..."

The voice fell, the rain curtain was cut by the air flow again, and Yuan Zhisheng's figure soared out, breaking countless trees. In the sparks of the sword soldiers, he just stared at his brother's eyes.

Under the storm of glass in the wind, his limbs burst into blood. In the thunderstorm, he could hear each other's laughter, "... After my brother became a qualified quiet audience, I slowly... Tell you!"

Yuan Zhisheng was just "hard" to resist the attack, with more and more wounds on his body, but he didn't say a word.

"Brother, you are much better than last time, but you are still too weak."

"Brother, your men seem to have defected."

"Brother, they seem to be catching that thing."

"Brother, brother, brother, brother..."

In the end, every time the glass in the wind cut out a knife, it shouted those two words crazily, but the expression on its face had no warmth between brothers, but endless ferocity, like the evil ghost of hell.

He is indeed an evil ghost, a very evil ghost, a ghost who comes to avenge his brother!

On the other side, near the well of true red, a group of members of fierce ghosts and people from the Kanto branch attacked Baqi serpent.

The eight Qi serpent bred from the holy skeleton perfectly explains what a hundred footed insects die without stiffness.

Although it is not enough to look at the glass in the wind, which has evolved to the extreme, even if there is only one head left, it also has an advantage in the face of ordinary hybrid species.

He was the body of the White Emperor, surrounded by water, thunder and strong wind. Many words and spirits were released and crushed these weak insects to death.

He could not defeat the crazy young man, just because the other party was too fast, ordinary words and spirits could not catch up with the other party's footsteps, and the power was not fatal.

However, he was able to deal with these common hybrids. Even after killing them, he swallowed a lot of flesh and blood. The wounds on his body were gradually healing, and new meat bags were bulging to grow new heads.

As soon as the fierce ghost people turned against the previous counseling state, they didn't want to rush forward and follow up like life at this time. The Baqi snake in its just complete form looked invincible, so they could only hide behind the colored glass in the wind.

But at the moment, Baqi snake has only one head left. They have a chance!

About ten minutes later, the last head of Baqi snake fell to the ground panting. It seemed that he had exhausted all the strength of the body.

And before him, there are corpses everywhere.

The once arrogant and pretentious wise ashuya was pierced in his chest by a water arrow and looked at the sky with empty eyes.

His neck is suddenly blocked by the shadow of his neck.

The only survivor of the Kanto branch is the well-known minnows. She has successfully seduced all the men in the Kanto branch except wise ashuya, but it is obvious that Baqi serpent is not interested in women. Her efforts to seduce men can't save her life.

At this time, she was scratched by a blood sucking sickle, and her abdomen was bleeding a lot. Without timely treatment, she probably couldn't live today.

The strong wind came from the East, and the white shadow pressed the black shadow across the muddy earth, bringing up a column of dark red water curtain. The water curtain covered Xiaoyu's pale face. Under the violent collision, she was hit and flew to the tree like a rag doll, and her once enchanting and beautiful body became distorted.

Her Kung Fu may be useful to some men, but in the eyes of the two men who are still alive on the battlefield, they are only each other at this time.

Boom——

Under the rubble, Yuan Zhisheng was butted against the raised wall of the true red well by the glass in the wind. The pupil of the glass of the wind sword seemed to be rotating with a mandala pattern, and Yuan Zhisheng's eyes were as silent as a mountain.

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A man in a suit and a Noh opera mask walks through the automatic door of the peninsula hotel in Tokyo.

The people who took refuge in the hall looked at the man in disbelief, because this guy obviously looked like a "suspicious person".

But the masked man didn't talk to anyone, ignored the waitress walking towards him, walked briskly to the elevator, and hummed some old song.

"Oneself" is really in a good mood now. It's better to say that it's extremely good.

After so many years of efforts, "I" finally reached the time to harvest results today.

It's a pity that he still can't feel the pleasure of "himself". He is always very cautious and won't let "himself" get involved in anything risky.

Liuli in the wind regards him as an immortal ghost and an evil ghost from hell, but in fact, many things are not as complicated as outsiders think.

Dr. Herzog is just a weak hybrid. In terms of blood, he may not be level B of Kassel college, but his voice is very special, weak and special.

Speak in spirit Dreamer.

Yanling, which has not been recorded by the secret party, but "I" analysis may be the subordinate of Yanling, a dream tapir of my favorite toy. This fate like coincidence makes "I" particularly love this toy.

Clearly in the blood and spirit are in the upper position of "oneself", but we should dance like a string puppet under the huge network woven by "oneself", which makes "oneself" feel happy.

The function of this spiritual expression is also very simple. After use, it can affect the dream and consciousness of the object to a lower extent. This lower limit is really very low.

For example, if "self" is used for a normal person, it can only guide the other party to have a dream of spring tonight. It can't even specify the object, let alone the details.

Because people's subconscious will resist foreign invasion consciousness, even ordinary people's spirit is unexpectedly strong in this regard. It is impossible to brainwash each other by this.

But he "himself" is a genius. Genius always turns the impossible into the possible.

People's subconscious spirit is indeed very strong, and only the words and spirits of dream tapir can forcibly go deep into the modification of violence, which dreamers can't do, but it's only limited to ordinary people.

What if the object of spiritual use is not human at all? Or is it someone who has no consciousness at all?

Yes, Herzog, who is proficient in genetic technology, has created many of his own bodies using cloning technology.

Because it is mass-produced and unconscious, Herzog can recklessly use dragon genetic evolution technology on these bodies, so each of his bodies is as powerful as a monster.

Herzog is so powerful that he is often dissatisfied with his No. 2 toy. As the heir of the royal blood, his comprehensive ability is not as good as his mass-produced clone.

Without self-awareness, these clones can use the dreamer to instill character and "responsibility" into them, and show the image of greedy ghouls and unscrupulous means in front of others. However, in fact, all clones have the core quality of being excellent, that is, absolute loyalty to "themselves", and the external performance is only preset to who, Just say something.

After all, security is the first thing. You don't want to be usurped by clones.

In short, this process is like programming a blank computer. The underlying commands are absolute, and the external performance is packaged.

To do all this, it is a huge project. Clones are worthless, but the process of shaping "King general" is indeed arduous.

Therefore, toy No. 1 killed the clone of "himself" several times, and "himself" doesn't really matter. "They" are light and unpredictable in front of the toy, but "himself" is furious.

Some people think that "I" just has a lot of shadow dancers, "I" is willing to think so, but "I" despises those ignorant people in my heart.

Shadow dancer? What kind of low-end thing is that?

Each incarnation of "oneself" is carefully customized, so it has never revealed flaws.

Moreover, the king will be able to appear in multiple places at the same time, just like a real ghost,

"I" left a Cologne fetal blood, which was originally intended to be used for toy 2 in some cases, so as to make the drama more exciting. Anyway, the value of the two toys should have been drained at that time.

"Self" has always appreciated the ancient oriental culture. There are many words that are reasonable. As the saying goes, the plan can't keep up with the change.

Because the young man named Lu Chen appeared, and the farce of Mount Fuji last time, the layout of "oneself" was disturbed a lot.

"I" wanted to wait for the time to let God appear, but that hateful boy actually wanted to take "I" toy No. 3!

Toy No. 1 and toy No. 2 "I" can not care, but toy No. 3 is the best masterpiece of "I" and the container needed for "I" evolution.

The plan must start ahead of time and change it.

The reckless man is just a reckless man after all. The silly boy who has been dazzled by love has gone to the sea after all. Everything is in his own plan.

Now Tokyo is shrouded in the element storm. The main force of the snake Qi eight family and the warships of the secret party are busy dealing with the corpse guard group at sea. The most terrible Lu Chen has also been buried at the bottom of the sea.

Now no one can stand in his way. As long as he takes toy No. 3 to his destination, he can ascend the white throne.

He looked at the watch on his wrist and calculated the time. He should be close to the well of true red. Baqi snake is dying. Toy No. 1 and toy No. 2 can be manipulated at will. When toy No. 3 is in place, he can begin to evolve.

The clone is not completely thoughtless. At least he feels a little excited at this time. If "he" is not always cautious and will not let the clone carry any communication device that can contact "himself" to prevent the clone from being touched by others after an accident, he must synchronize his mood with "himself".

He won't have any doubt. Of course, he doesn't need to supervise his actions or worry that their plans will be interrupted, because the eight snake families, including the secret party commissioners now stationed in Tokyo, Japan, are very weak and won't be his opponents.

As he thought before, no one can stop him and his own way.

"I" originally wanted to pick up the No. 3 toy in person and taste dessert on the way, but "I" has endured it for many years. At the thought that this is the lover of that powerful boy like a ghost, I can't control my excitement.

But "I" finally pressed down my restless heart and carried it out carefully to the end. These things can be done before evolution.

What if toy No. 3 kills itself before it hits the bangs? "Self" is very fragile and can't take risks.

He is different. He is stronger and can fully guarantee to complete the task.

He swiped the card he had already prepared, pressed the button on the top floor and hummed a happy tune.

Out of the elevator, stepped on the soft carpet and almost jumped up.

Oh, maybe he's not really happy. After all, he doesn't have any emotional "system". He's just set to be happy in these situations. Well... Maybe it's "himself". Would it be more... Style? Just like the "he" who was killed at the rock flow Institute.

He went to the door of the presidential suite, swiped his card and the door opened.

Holding the Bangzi in his hand, he began to knock rhythmically at the first time when he saw toy No. 3.

When Toy 3 heard the bangs, it was stunned and didn't show the consciousness of resistance.

Good. Next, we'll go to the second track stage, rule the mind of toy 3 with fear and fantasy, and then the third track, completely control toy 3.

He went to toy No. 3 and knocked the bangs orderly. Everything was going well. No one would come here at this time, nor could he stop his strong body

His clapper hand stopped, because he couldn't knock anymore. An old hand, like a hydraulic press, firmly grasped his arm.

He turned his head slightly in doubt and saw a strange old man with a ramen master's headscarf wrapped around his head.

An old man selling Ramen?

This is not on the list of targets he should be vigilant against. When did Japan have such a strong man?

He loosened the Bangzi with his right hand, waved his arm with at least ten tons of strength, and punched the Ramen master's old face.

Slap——

The teacher Fu easily grabbed his fist. He looked at the teacher Fu. It was a golden pupil that he had never seen before. It was like a real emperor.

"You want to touch my daughter?"

Shangshan's lower voice suppressed the volcano that was about to erupt.

Wang Jiang's face twitched with a mask. It was the natural reaction of the body caused by severe pain. He shouldn't have understood the emotion of panic, but at this moment, he suddenly seemed to understand something.

His right fist made a toothache sound. It was that the bones were being crushed, his left arm was clenched to only two centimeters in diameter, the Dragon scales on his body surface cracked and the keel was broken. In the anger of the old man, his body, which was genetically modified to the extreme, was weak like a toy.

Shangshanyue grabbed Wang Jiang and took a few steps towards the open place. The ancient and solemn Longwen sounded, and the volcano really erupted.

No, in front of him is a far higher temperature than the volcanic eruption.

It was a big black day.