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Chapter 107 The Heavenly King Arrives

The person who spoke was Rimbaud, and at the same time, several golden cubes were layered on top of each other to form a shield, blocking Verlaine!

The nine ice picks were blocked by the shield for a while, and the sharp tip of the ice pick pierced the surface of the shield like a mud cow entering the sea, unable to penetrate an inch.

But even though there were harsh friction sounds at the junction of the two, Guangli's eyebrows did not move, and even his eyes were very calm.

Compared with the calmness in the light, Rimbaud, who tried to stop him, was covered in cold sweat, and his face was paler and paler.

No one knew what kind of terrifying pressure Rimbaud was facing when he was holding on to his attack under the coercion of the light, and how difficult it was to stop those nine ice picks that were as beautiful as works of art.

Just like Verlaine who was being scolded by Rimbaud in his heart for not taking the opportunity to escape, no one knew that Verlaine was welded to the ground by an invisible force—it wasn’t that he was not afraid of death and didn’t want to run, but that he really can't run.

All kinds of tastes in each room can only be experienced by themselves.

However, even though Rimbaud tried his best, he couldn't stop the ice pick for long.

Soon, after realizing that the attack power of the ice cone had suddenly increased by a bit, Rimbaud resolutely gave up the overall protection of Verlaine, removed the other cubes, and covered them all on Verlaine's head!

His choice was very wise, because the next moment, eight ice picks pierced Verlaine's limbs respectively, nailing Verlaine firmly to the ground!

The remaining ice pick aimed at Verlaine's head was almost forced to stop on the last line of defense that Rimbaud set up for Verlaine—the last cube above Verlaine's head, and did not move.

Rimbaud breathed a sigh of relief immediately. Even though he knew that Verlaine's crisis had not been eliminated, it did not prevent him from taking a rest. His arms supporting the ground were so sore that he almost fell over when he relaxed.

Before Rimbaud lost his memory and lost contact with the French government nine years ago, the Heavenly Sword hadn't made its mark on the supernatural battlefield, so after the French government reconnected with Rimbaud, they emphasized to him not to provoke the Heavenly Sword, and to keep a low profile, otherwise he would Don't even think about going back home.

Therefore, now that Guangli did not take out his iconic Tianshuang Sword, the ice pick pierced Verlaine's limbs, and the only ice pick aimed at the vital parts of the head was blocked by Rimbaud. It will cost Verlaine his life, at most he will be tortured for a while.

So he can take the opportunity to rest for a while, gather some strength and wait for an opportunity to rescue Verlaine, otherwise he will have to give up on Verlaine who kicked the iron plate.

Rimbaud has judged from the short fight just now that he and Verlaine are not opponents of Tianjian——

He killed Verlaine without even taking out his signature weapon. What would he use to fight?

The moment Verlaine was pierced by the ice pick, he felt that he had lost his limbs, and the perception of his limbs completely disappeared, because it was too fast for him to even taste the pain, and he felt the chill that reached the deepest part of his soul.

It was so cold that even his thinking was frozen. Verlaine's expression was blank, his eyeballs seemed to be frozen, and a layer of frost had condensed on the surface of his body, like a piece of meat just taken out of the refrigerator freezer.

What Verlaine said is correct, he and Central Plains are also artificial supernatural life forms, born by human beings by putting captured supernatural singularities (also known as gods) into human bodies.

The only difference is that Verlaine hated himself and the world because of various misunderstandings, and was unwilling to admit that he was a human being from the bottom of his heart.

Zhongyuan Zhongye has always recognized his identity as a human being from the beginning to the end, and firmly believes in it. His relatives have always regarded him as their own, reading, studying, eating, drinking and having fun...

He has the same life as other ordinary children, with the same emotions, how could he not be human?

The soul in the body of Verlaine who denies his own human identity is a chaotic energy body, which is quite different from the solid and complete human soul in the Central Plains.

Therefore, the powerful soul in the light is Verlaine's natural nemesis, and Verlaine's inability to move just now is the result of the suppression of the soul.

After Guangli removed the suppression of his spirit and soul, Verlaine, whose limbs were pinned and delirious from the cold, began to recover slowly, but when Zhongyuan Zhongye came to Guangli with the comatose Xue Ji in his arms, he did not recover. come here.

"Brother, look at my sister! No matter how I call her, she doesn't respond!"

Zhongyuan Zhong also asked Guangli anxiously for help. The four years of separation did not make him feel unfamiliar with Guangli. His first reaction was to ask his brother for help.

When Hikari is away, Chuya Nakahara, a 16-year-old boy who thinks he is already a man, has to bravely protect his weak sister. He can't show any weakness, and his sister has to rely on him.

Once Guangli came, it was different. The brave and strong Zhong Yuanzhong also stared at Guangli eagerly and eagerly like a puppy. If his sister was not aware of the situation, he would have thrown himself on his brother and wagged his tail.

My brother has changed his hairstyle. The old brother was very good-looking, but now the long-haired brother looks even better!

Zhongyuan Zhong also had sparkling eyes.

In the Eighteenth Women's Congress, the hair of the woman in Zhongya's arms was dyed and permed into a fashionable sandy golden wave, which made her delicately made-up face even smaller and more delicate.

At this moment, her eyes are closed tightly, and the eyebrows that have grown on her delicate face can vaguely see the shadow of the past, but she is more like Mrs. Xingjian.

Guangli reached out and flicked Xue Ji's face lightly, the simple action had a miraculous effect.

The next second, Xue Ji's eyelids moved after the drug that made her unconscious was removed, but before she opened her eyes, Guangli waved her to sleep again.

"Brother?" Zhong Yuanzhong also looked at Guangli with some puzzlement.

And Guangli said calmly: "Let her treat what happened tonight as a dream."

"Oh, I see. My parents didn't know about it when I came out, and I won't tell them when I go back!" Zhong Yuanzhong also nodded in understanding.

Guangli nodded, and turned to look at Verlaine, who was already showing signs of sobriety on the ground. Zhong Yuanzhong also followed his gaze, and asked Guangli, "What do you want to do with him?"

"Brother let me come?"

The hem of the black windbreaker was blown by the night wind on the top floor, but it became more and more rosy and moonlike, ethereal and dusty.

However, it was such a fairy character who uttered extremely cruel and bloody words with a voice like the sounds of nature.

"He has no blood relatives or friends, and he is alone. He only has this life, and the method of tracing the connection is useless."

Guangli still had a calm and indifferent tone, but the meaning of the words made Rimbaud shiver uncontrollably.

What if Verlaine had relatives and friends?

Tracing back the implicated...

Two words that sound light and fluffy, but when you think about it carefully, they are full of blood.

"I will personally greet the France behind him, and I will leave it to you, Chuya."

"You can do whatever you want."

Even if Verlaine is killed.

Zhong Yuanzhong also saw this meaning from Guangli's calm expression. He turned his head and stared at Verlaine. The man who looked somewhat similar to him was in a daze, his limbs were nailed to death with ice picks, and he couldn't move.

……really weird.

Zhongyuan Zhong also said in his heart.

It was not fake that he wanted to kill Verlaine just now. If he could kill Verlaine at that time, he would definitely do it.

But now, he was a little bit helpless.

Are you really going to kill Verlaine?

Not playing games, but really killing a person in reality, taking a person's life...

Zhong Yuanzhong also asked himself, hesitantly fell silent.

Rimbaud regained some strength. After hearing this, he hurriedly got up and walked towards this side, but he froze after glancing at the light.

"Your Excellency Tianjian, please allow me to explain, Verlaine is actually—"

"Guangli! I'm coming!!"

The white-haired man who appeared out of nowhere interrupted Rimbaud, who mustered up his courage and tried to excuse Verlaine.

Gojo Gojo, who had changed into the same black windbreaker as Mikari, happily stood beside Hikari, turning a blind eye to Rimbaud, a living man, and directly greeted Chuya Nakahara.

"Good evening, Chuya! Children who stay up so late will not grow taller!"

Gojo Satoru has nothing good to say when he opens his mouth, but Zhongyuan Zhong, who is now 180 taller than most people in China, is no longer sensitive to the topic of height, but Gojo Satoru's tone of coaxing a child makes him very dissatisfied.

But Gojo Satoru didn't give Nakahara Nakaya time to speak: "Yo, you brought Yukiki out, it's amazing, Chuya, tsk tsk tsk. Hurry up and go home before uncle and aunt notice you both sneak out, otherwise But there is no good fruit to eat!"

Nakahara also looked at Gojo Satoru in surprise, but Gojo Satoru was watching the light, and he also waved at Nakahara Zhong: "Don't go home quickly? Don't come to Yokohama with your classmates recently!"

Zhong Yuanzhong also understood the meaning of Wujo Wu, but he subconsciously looked at Verlaine on the ground, and his brother asked him to...

"Guangli, if you count carefully, Zhongzhong is only nine years old. He is still young, even younger than us when we went to the battlefield, far from being an adult. And with adults like us around, it is not our turn to fight and kill. He did it, right?" Gojo Satoru said to Guangli with a smile.

Guangli's eyes flickered, and he turned his eyes noncommittal to Gojo Wujo's serious eyes full of smiles.

Zhong Yuan didn't dare to leave yet, Wujo Wujo, who knew Guangli better than him, patted him on the shoulder and urged: "Chuya, go home!"

Zhongyuan Zhongya hugged Xue Ji now, and flew away with three steps and three turns.

As soon as the minor left, Gojo Satoru's friendly and friendly expression disappeared, replaced by cynical, casual and calm.

"Okay, if you have any explanation, please explain it obediently now."

"Otherwise, don't blame us for not giving you a chance in the future, we are still very open-minded."

Wujo Wu said in this way, it sounds very tolerant and generous.

If one ignores the red and blue spells that have already formed behind his back, staring at Rimbaud and Verlaine, and doing it if there is any disagreement.

Rimbaud looked at him and Guangli, and swallowed quietly.

These two people are equally dangerous!