Waste Strong Foundation

Chapter 77

in the hall.

The young man cursed such a dirty word for no reason.

Lightning shuttled through the thick clouds, purple-blue thunder illuminated the red terracotta tiles laid on the ridge of the roof, and the continuous spring rain stopped abruptly.

Everyone was puzzled, but they saw two old men spit out a big cloud of black mist.

Their broken limbs shrank and rotted quickly while maintaining an upward posture, and soon swallowed their breath, and their bones and flesh were bruised into two puddles of blood.

With a muffled grunt, Fei Mingqiu fell on Shang Yuan's body, fisted his heart, shoulders and neck with trembling fingers, and took in breaths one after another.

Shang Yuan: "Fei Mingqiu!"

"...He also has a hundred thoughts..." Fei Mingqiu clasped his neck as he spoke, swallowing the blood gushing to the tip of his tongue.

The burning bonfire could not soften his face, but instead highlighted his pain and bruised ugliness.

In 12 years, the specially customized limiter grew together with the heart, like vines, severely wounding the host's body and spirit.

It hurts so much.

The pain sensation is infinitely magnified by the limiter, and even the air and dust it touches become sharp instruments of torture.

Fei Mingqiu couldn't stop blinking and weeping, then raised his head and refused to vomit blood, his lips parted slightly and made some swallowing sounds.

Not knowing the correct answer, in order to get rid of the other party's chattering supernatural powers, he forcibly ignored the timing sound in his head and overused his abilities.

And that's it.ask for trouble.

He must find a way to remove the limiter in his heart as soon as possible.

As for whether he is a new Homo sapiens or a god, or which god he is recognized as... one day he will find the answer.

Fei Mingqiu vaguely saw Shang Yuan's eyes, his heart relaxed, he raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, tilted his head and closed his eyes.

In just such a short moment, he was already crying all over his body, as if he had returned to the time when he was first pushed into the operating room by the doctor.

Because of a strong desire to survive, because of self-esteem, because of an inexplicable desire to rely on someone——

He must sleep.

At this time, Fei Mingqiu was very grateful that the six years of imprisonment had enabled him to fall asleep immediately, and he happily left his troubles to those who were awake.

Shang Yuan caught him, his brows were tightly furrowed, his silver-red finger bones barely brushed against his lumbar spine, he hesitated to speak.

To those present, the change occurred in an instant, which made it all the more grotesque.

What happened?

The primitive and savage population trade turns into a bloody ghost movie in seconds.These two old men are the same as a general with a long knife.

The players whispered to each other and speculated on the follow-up plot in an open and honest manner.

Absurd and weird characters appeared one after another, which proved more and more that this is just a game world, which blocked the imagination of some players.

Lian Shanshou had already been so frightened that he had no idea what to do. After receiving Shang Yuan's sharp gaze, he bit the bullet and explained the ins and outs.

He was doing bad things with good intentions. He saw two old men in strange clothes on the road, and when he heard their accents, he decided to send them back to Yanchi. bring danger.

Who knows that all of this is the effect of supernatural powers [One Thought, One Hundred Responses].

This supernatural power is at least at the level of the seventh grade, which makes their brothers willing to give up two big deals and run back halfway.

Lian Shanyang also spoke for his brother: "Yes, our brothers have always put interests first, only recognize things, not human relationships—"

Shang Yuan got impatient and interrupted: "We'll talk about it when he wakes up."

It means to keep people.

How can there be such a business!

Everyone is a victim.

The merchants looked at each other, out of instinctive fear of this "chief", they could only weakly agree to live in the city temporarily.

Of course, for the players, it is a branch plot, and a group of caravan NPCs that can exchange new gadgets.

Hundreds of pairs of eyes watched Shang Yuan pick up Fei Mingqiu and disappear into the night.

The story will not be held, the players' interest dropped sharply and scattered away, Lian Shanshou and others were taken by slaves to rest in the newly built warehouse.

Yehei, who was promoted to a civilian, was responsible for cleaning up the scene.

He thought that he had asked Qi's Qing Yuan to exorcise ghosts before, so it should be the same this time.

"Don't get close to the cage, stay outside and watch, you, you, and you, follow me to find Qingyuan."

Several people nodded, and walked away together stepping on the puddle.

The rest of the people were still in shock, whispering about the strange celestial phenomena and certain omens in the past few months, and they were all a little downcast.

The simpler the lifestyle, the easier it is to feel the vitality and fragility of life.

Someone sighed with emotion: "If Father God no longer looks at us, where are we going?"

Yehei fell down when he followed Yuanyuan back, his hands were carelessly pressing in the mud, and when he got up, there was red ocher powder between his nails.

Yuanyuan glared at him, took the newly cut pine branch, covered the kidneys on both sides of her body with her face down, and spit out a cloud of weak divine fire.

Being stared at by so many mortals, he couldn't embarrass Kunlun, so he had to use his divine power to burn the ashes all night.

If the immortal has an afterlife, he will never step out of Kunlun half a step.

If you meet an old woman like Xihe unfortunately, you will never get involved in the financing of the aquarium, and you will never steal Phoenix's Nirvana method!

……

……

Fei Mingqiu was woken up by a bucket of snow water.

The light blue thousand-petaled lotus stretched out its soft roots to wipe the water droplets flowing into his neck for him, and then spun and flew into the air.

The mischievous six-eyed boy held up a big vat of snow and ran towards him staggeringly.

Before he got up to avoid it, the snow in the tank turned into crystal beads, and the six-eyed boy stumbled, and the beads scattered all over.

In the sky is a vast, quiet and beautiful silver man, the whimpering wind wraps around his fingertips, and the golden balcony keeps his footsteps in every possible way.

He stood up, took a few steps aimlessly, and felt a kind of joy and fullness of going home flowing into his internal organs.

This is Kunlun.The ten suns and the twelve moons complement each other.

From the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, there are a total of nineteen temples, and the little gods who were born almost at the same time as the creation gods wereted their time leisurely.

He did not go to the top of the mountain this time, but walked down the mountain along the jade steps carved with beast totems.

Finally, in the sea of ​​thick fog and clouds at the bottom of the mountain, he saw the Tianmen shrunk down to the size of a fist.

[Tianmen has a total of ten levels, and there are sporadic little gods staying here; after the tenth level, it is the true source, and mortals cannot enter even though they are poorly managed. ]

Fei Mingqiu thought of this sentence in a daze.

In the gazebo, the bitter hatred was deep, and Qingniao, who was flipping through the "Five-Year Exam and Three-Year Simulation Kunlun Questions", sighed, "Damn, I don't want to read it, anyway, tomorrow is the final exam. Where did Yuanyuan go? Without him, I won’t have anyone to back me up when I get scolded.”

Fei Mingqiu walked towards Qingniao, leaned over and asked who Yuanyuan's friend was, but he was ignored.

The wind was strong at the foot of the mountain, he choked for a while, covered his lips and sat up——

Shang Yuan didn't hide the surprise in his eyes, put down the heart rate monitor that had not been disassembled, and tapped his neck with his index finger, "What did you dream about?"

Fei Mingqiu's eyes wandered, his cheeks flushed as if he hadn't woken up from a dream, and he said sweetly, "...my brother."

He never lied, he said what he wanted to say.This is not a lie.

Shang Yuan spent some time recalling which family member this was, rubbed his thumb against the pulp of his index finger, "Oh. Shi Ronghe."

Fei Mingqiu chuckled and raised his eyelids, "You really care about my brother's name."

He smiled for a while and said, "Shang Yuan, have you stopped taking your medicine? Your hand hasn't recovered yet, I'm worried—"

Shang Yuan just looked at him until he flinched belatedly, then lowered his head and bit his lips lightly.

Like the Grim Reaper catching the evening wind.

The sickle is also tinted the color of the moon.