0710 Chapter Fourteen: The End of the Era (Section 39)
Drawing a knife to cut off the water is useless. It's not the knife that's harmful, it's just unreasonable.
Sabu looked a little speechless as Lamarck was smashed into pieces on her body.
How many heroes who uphold their faith, would rather break than bend, and have an unyielding spirit have all died together on the wheel of history for an ideal they knew to be impossible.
Sabu, who is the same age as Time, has seen too many similar scenes.
But today was particularly tragic, and the impact on my chest was particularly heavy.
She smiled at Zhen Cheng, and her voice echoed in Zhen Cheng's mind: "Primary school girl, do you have plans for the rest?"
"Have you seen through it?" Zhen Cheng responded with a sincere smile: "Lamarck is scheming, Krypton is scheming, and the teacher is also scheming. Just one of them can beat us little girls.
But...
I’m going to say that none of their plans will come true, do you believe it or not?”
Sabu rolled his eyes lazily: "I don't have as many tricks as you, I'm just a bunch of tentacles following instinct.
I just want to advise you, she is not as simple as you think. She may not harm you, and things may not go as you want. But if you want to take her into account, you can only say that you are overthinking.
I fell asleep. If the world dies, please wake me up again..." Shabu stretched lazily:
"Or, when you become interested in exploring the mysteries of women..."
"Go slowly without seeing me off." Zhen Cheng turned around and left.
Behind him, the huge Shabu figure quickly collapsed like an ant colony after eating a cake.
If you look closely, Oka, who ignored the collapse, was happily eating the void, and then ran away to an unknown place from a dimension that even the gods cannot understand.
Regardless of the future of the world, the rise and fall of civilization, the life and death of the gods...only this group of heartless little things will never be affected by anything, and they can amuse themselves and be very lively.
"The mission...the mission has disappeared!"
A naked man with divine fire ignited broke free from the crack in the void that Oka had eaten, and roared excitedly.
Candidates in the Lamarck game have many methods, and there are always some people who are not so easy to kill.
Then, from all kinds of weird and weird hiding places beyond Zhen Cheng’s imagination, shouts came one after another:
"There is no penalty for erasure! The Lamarck game is over! I survived hahahahaha..."
"Good job, Poet of the Preface! I have long been dissatisfied with the superior game system! I will work with you from now on!"
"Go away! You old pervert is just greedy for the beauty of other people's goddesses! Goddess! Look here! I am a devout believer! Let me join your church!"
"You're a magician, aren't you preaching to the apostles?"
"The apostles are nothing! Haven't you figured it out, you idiot? Their boss was killed! Those guys want to block our way forward and force us to die, so why should we sacrifice our lives for them?
[Poet of Murder]! Look here! I love you!"
At this moment, a golden portal suddenly appeared in the space where the spatial disturbance had gradually subsided.
Zhen Cheng and others stopped and looked around, and saw a pair of small curly horns poking their heads inside.
Seeing that the war had subsided, Cai Pixiu breathed a long sigh of relief and jumped out with her nose raised: "Come and thank [Universal Store] for its selfless dedication, use your credits and gold coins to repay this girl for saving the world! Hahaha
Ha ha……"
It is obvious that this guy did not just arrive, but has been paying attention to this place since the beginning. He waited until the dust of the war settled before running out to pick up bargains.
"Cai Pixiu!" Before Zhen Cheng and the others could complain, they heard a roar from the tower below the Blood Candle Castle.
From what he heard, he was a senior student from the magic department whom he had met a few times but was not familiar with.
The man was full of anger, pointed at Cai Pixiu and cursed: "You profiteer! He kept promising that the Oka he had laid out would follow his master forever and would never die.
What now? I saved up one semester’s credits and only supported them for half a month, and they all ran away! My money will be refunded!”
Immediately afterwards, there were countless "refund the money!" accusations one after another.
Looking at the face of little Pixiu looking aggrieved and asking for help, Zhen Cheng laughed.
This girl did make a lot of money by reselling Oka, but these tentacle cats were not so expensive that the students were willing to shed blood and sacrifice themselves despite the life-and-death crisis to get an explanation.
Those apprentices were just looking for an excuse to vent their emotions after experiencing the horror of life and death.
Zhen Cheng thought and suddenly realized a problem.
Why can I understand their mood?
This is not the reasoning and planning of the cultivation method, but a more direct... connection?
"The power of all living beings' wishes..." Behind her, Mei Bixi looked at Zhen Cheng with a complex expression: "Since you just recited the poem about great ambitions, these people are inseparable from you.
It’s a good saying, ‘I will take control of the resentment of all sentient beings’. From now on, you can be as willing as you want, no matter how far away you are. If you don’t overthrow the world completely, I’m afraid you will never be able to get rid of this shackles.
I wonder if the teacher was also pushed by current events like this back then and had no choice but to take the position of [the world], which led to him now abandoning everything to pursue his own freedom."
"Probably not..." Zhen Cheng didn't look heavy at all, and smiled easily: "I don't know how to do it anyway.
In this life, it is too difficult for people to find their own value.
Many people are unwilling to make wedding clothes for others, and they always worry about everything for fear that they will suffer a loss. In the end, they don't even know what they want.
I think it is sad to live like that.
There is no doubt that the teacher is a person who knows what he wants from beginning to end.
Unrestrained, lawless, doing whatever he wants, only thinking about himself... Being able to sit on the chair of [The Poet of Murder] already explains everything.
But you and I are both good and evil people, and I thought my senior sister should understand my thoughts.
Who can say that he is helpful to others, and if he wants to protect something, he must act like that guy in Lamarck, tragic, struggling, and restraining himself.
In the end, it will still be so ferocious...
I can win the hearts of all people in the world and open the way for them. I actually...
Very happy."
…
"I like this body,"
In the warehouse of an abandoned factory, a sex doll with an unintentional appearance and exquisite features suddenly stretched out, tore open the carton in which it was packaged, and came to life:
"This internal massage function seems very interesting... Hey! Is it time? Are you there?"
She shouted through the open rolling shutter door to the empty factory building, her voice full of charm.
"Your precious disciple made a very, very interesting proposal to the slave family.
If you don't come out, aren't you afraid that I will finally choose to cooperate with her?"