Yan Zheng's face turned a little dark.

"You're just laughing!"

The magic machine returned in anger: "I'm just laughing!"

Yan Zheng paused and his face became even more gloomy. He said angrily: "Get out! Didn't I just run away? What's ridiculous? When people walk with their eyes closed, they feel bad at the sense of direction, and I

I turned several times along the way, and it was normal to run in the wrong direction! Are you over yet, and you still laughing!"

Magic Machine: "Oh~ I can't do it and laughed to death. I was as fierce as a tiger when I was in trouble. Looking back, I saw 25~ Boss, your operation just now was sharp! Hahahaha~"

Yan Zheng can only deal with the ridicule of magic machine with silence. He regretted it in his heart that closing his eyes would affect the sense of direction. He was so busy that he was just trying to do something. Just open his eyes and run. Isn’t it just a scalp carpet?

Knife and carpet, afraid of wool!

Learning from the previous lesson Yan Zheng did not dare to close his eyes and manually block the unscrupulous laughter of the magic machine. Yan Zheng walked back to the back of the stairs in a depressed manner. Before, he was right in front of the stairs, and now he was on the left of the stairs.

On the side, Yan Zheng could see a door behind the stairs with the faint light cast by the skylight...

Yan Zheng jumped and jumped along the way, just like the flying thief who traveled through infrared defense measures. The more enchanting the movements were, the more enchanting they were. He rotated and jumped and closed his eyes.

The ghost beasts of magic machine laughed and never stopped along with Yan Zheng.

Under the torture of the double physical and psychological blow, Yan Zheng lived like a year. He finally came to the door below the stairs. After passing through the door, Yan Zheng immediately breathed a sigh of relief. He was afraid he would go crazy if he stayed on those damn carpets!

Before Yan Zheng could breathe evenly, Yan Zheng screamed and jumped from the ground, climbing eight legs on the pillar next to him, shouting nonsense: "Ah~ Ah~ Sanmu, you are such a big pervert!

Pretty! Pretty...!"

Yan Zheng felt like he had just escaped from the tiger's mouth and entered the wolf pack. He never thought that Sanmu would be so thrifty. The floor in the house was actually made of human bones, and the white bones were polished into a flat surface.

The smooth and lubricating look like excellent mutton fat jade.

When Yan Zheng first came in, he thought Sanmu had covered the white jade all over the floor, and he was teasing Sanmu's luxury. When he stepped on it, he realized that he was very wrong. He didn't have the cool breath of white jade when he stepped on the floor.

It came, and it was more like stepping on the wooden floor. When he was curious, Yan Zheng took a closer look.

It doesn't matter if you don't look at it. When Yan Zheng jumped three feet high, he was the scene where Yan Zheng slapped the pillar and cursed him just now.

The laughter of the magic machine also changed from a depressing puff sound to a boastful pig cry... Yan Zheng took a deep breath, and at this time he was too lazy to deal with the magic machine that was laughing wildly, and once again stabilized his mind. Yan Zheng slid from the pillar to the bone.

On the texture, the sound of brushing the bowl becomes clearer after stepping on the creeping bone floor.

Yan Zheng could clearly hear the crisp sound of the collision of the plate, and the sound of the water flowing stirring the collision on the plate.

Tearing to the door of the sound source, Yan Zheng looked up and saw a sign with eight bloody words written on it.

In the kitchen, don’t enter the idle place.

Just like a dying person who dipped his blood and tried his best to write it. Although it was distorted and twisted into the shape of the font, it was so powerful that it was penetrated by the back of the paper, and every word was filled with endless hatred.

Another place with deep meaning, it seems to be a word written by humans with resentment, but in fact what Sanmu wants to express is the hatred of animals for humans.

Through these details, Yan Zheng can feel that Sanmu is dedicated to this copy. It is not as shoddy as the last seafood market. Although it is extremely real, it makes people know it is a template at a glance. It may be a certain seafood in Sanmu in reality.

Copy and paste in the market.

Although the copy I am in is full of strangeness, it can be seen that every corner of the grass and tree here contains Sanmu's hard work. Rather than saying that this is a fantasy world, this is a portrayal of Sanmu's heart.

To be appropriate.

Miki expressed his inner hatred for humanity and the perfect world he imagined in this way.

But does the world imagined by Sanmu really exist?

Everyone knows that being good at evil is like the positive and negative sides of a mirror. If there is good, there will be evil. If there is evil, there will be good. Even if there is a group of evil people, a relatively kind existence can always be found among them, and vice versa.

This principle applies to the good people.

The pure evil or pure good world like Sanmu built cannot survive in reality. Just like the great world described in the book, it may have appeared, or even existed for a while, but the ending flashed from our world like a meteor

And then, it was eventually eliminated by the torrent of the times.

Everyone has seen it break through the light brought by the darkness. In a society where black and white are inseparable, we have longed for such a perfect world, but it is always like a flash in the pan and it is difficult to replicate.

Why!

Because everyone knows in their heart that such a world cannot exist. People eat grains and grains and have seven emotions and six desires. Everyone has their own desires. If they want to achieve this kind of great society, unless they unify everyone's thoughts and turn everyone into selflessness.

A person!

Is this world of interest still interesting? What is the difference between losing your own ideas and the walking zombie?

What Miki wants is such an extreme world, where everyone lives "happy" in this world in the way in his heart!

His hatred for humans was also imposed on the sea clan. Rather than saying that the sea clan has an unresolvable hatred for humans, it is better to say that Sanmu has an unresolvable hatred for humans!

In Yan Zheng's opinion, Sanmu is a demon. It is impossible to take revenge and revenge. The human beings who have hurt him have nothing to do. It is a bit too much to revenge all human beings with a single side. What's even more annoying is that Sanmu has beaten the mankind.

Personal hatred is taken as a lifelong career to manage!

Such extreme personality will be harmonious in the human world...

Miki's extreme and perfection practice made Yan Zheng quickly think of someone.

You are definitely the leader of the Moon Worshiping Sect. You are not afraid of ghosts and monsters being educated, but you are afraid of ghosts and monsters having thoughts!

Such thinkers in humans eventually become saints, and thinkers in demons eventually become victims. Why is there such a big gap between thinkers? Is it because of the identity of demons and their hearts not right?

Not as good as it is, the root cause is still the force. A thinker without strength is a good thinker because he can only think about it.

Once you have the power to turn what you think in your brain into reality, you will realize that they are terrible disasters.

No matter how beautiful some things are, I can only think about them...

In fact, the hatred of the sea clan towards Yan Zheng is not as terrifying as Yan Zheng imagined, and only the extremist, Sanmu, wanted to cause trouble!

This is the case with the group of sea tribes who had a disagreement with Miki in the kitchen. They all had their own ideas and were forced to participate in the struggle to hate humanity by Miki. Regarding this, Yan Zheng vaguely guessed.
Chapter completed!