Chapter 207

Zhang Mu now had no choice but to face him with a stiff head, which made long er laugh.

What's the matter? I can still laugh. This woman is really poisonous.

He stopped thinking about other things and focused on the battle that would happen next second.

Looking at the pile of rotten meat in front of him, Zhang Mu suddenly had a headache. How should he fight? This guy is full of thorns now and can't touch it at all. If he attacked the back of his neck just now, long er's prophecy also told him that it was not feasible. How should he start? Zhang Mu really made a mistake.

So he wanted to avoid the huge monk corpse for the first time. Who knows that the Zombie's attention is not on him at all. If Zhang Mu avoided it, he wouldn't look at Zhang Mu and go straight to longer.

There's no way. Spell it!

Zhang Mu waved the Obsidian dagger in front of the monk's huge corpse and finally told him his existence. However, the zombie was only slightly lifted with Zhang Mu's thigh thick arm to stop Zhang Mu's attack. The Obsidian dagger made a clear sound of gold and iron on his arm and was ejected from Zhang Mu's hand.

Yes, it was bounced out. Zhang Mu held the Obsidian Dagger's right hand tightly, and the tiger's mouth burst directly.

But Zhang Mu didn't care about the Obsidian dagger that disappeared again. Instead, he made a close fight with the huge but inflexible body of the monk, jumping up and down, but he had been almost scratched by danger many times.

Zhang Mu knew that once he was caught, he would never have a chance to turn over again.

But even so, Zhang Mu feels like dancing on the tip of a knife, and his partner is death.

Long er didn't even have the strength to move now. She looked at Long Qi lying on the ground in a coma. She wanted to go and see him, but her body couldn't do it at all.

A trace of bitterness appeared in the corner of her mouth. She looked at the struggling Zhang Mu and said, "Zhang Mu, let's go. We should have such a destiny. Destiny can't be predicted. Constant prediction only changes the short-term future. Will the stream of destiny blend or interlace together.

This can't be changed by manpower. Hurry up and take your pet with you. Why do you have to be buried with us.

People with Shanxi city can go as far as possible.

If you can live longer, you can live longer. "

With these words, long er slowly closed his eyes, and two lines of clear tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

But Zhang Mu's roar directly pulled her out of this sadness for the future. "Joke, you stupid woman knows a fart. Fate will change people. You say that all the streams of fate end up in the same way, just because you are not strong enough, just because you are still too weak.

If you are strong enough, how difficult is it to strangle the river of destiny?

If you are strong enough, how difficult is it for you to change the trajectory of your destiny?

How do you know if your ability to predict will be advanced at the same time with your own advancement? In case, why can't your ability to predict become a month, a year, or even eternal years?

Why not turn back into time, go back to the past and change history? "

Long er seems to have been completely relieved by Zhang Mu's great reaction, but long er smiled and said, "what you said is very reasonable, but how difficult is it to do this? Everyone can say empty dreams, but how many can you really do? Are you so confident in me?"

At the beginning, long er was also attracted by the future described by Zhang Mu, but her eyes soon darkened. Now she tasted the beauty of power, but at the same time, she also knew how difficult it was to improve this power.

"You almost bluffed me? Little brother, you shouldn't be doing MLM before the end of the world?"

Seeing that long er had returned to his original state, Zhang Mu smiled awkwardly, but he was almost grabbed by the huge corpse of the monk because of his distraction, but he was still pulled off a part of his trouser leg.

Zhang Mu breathlessly found the opportunity to reply to long er from the gap, and said firmly and forcefully, "if your life is gone, it will be really empty.

All dreams must be based on the fact that you are still alive. "

Yes, no matter whether the dream is big or small, the premise must be that this person is still alive. As long as he is alive, no matter how distant the dream is, it is possible to realize it. If you die, you can't make any humble wish with your own hands.

Long er fell into silence. He was educated by a little devil.

But long er didn't know that there was a soul in Zhang Mu's young body that had experienced too many vicissitudes.

He can't help preaching this kind of thing. If the gathering place wants to inspire people, he will use this kind of preaching at the beginning. After all, painting a big cake doesn't have to pay any price. Of course, the casualty rate will be announced later. Even if they are given the benefits of real gold and silver, no one is willing to come out. After all, there is really no death. However, these people enjoy comfort in the city with era stores. Who is willing to go out to do useless struggle to die?

Long er has little contact in society. Now he hasn't encountered that kind of big deception. Naturally, he was startled by Zhang Mu. However, at least the death intention just now has not been regenerated.

Long er is safe there, but Zhang Mu's situation here is becoming more and more difficult. Although the giant monk corpse in this variant state seems to have lost his intelligence, his instinct of not eating flesh and blood makes him irritable and violent. Zhang Mu has noticed that the ribs that were originally fixed on his body are ready to move.

Can these bones expand to this extent and move again?

Zhang Mu's hair blew up behind him and suddenly thought of a terrible possibility!