Dongchen glanced around, and under the light beam, he roughly recognized that this was a hall.
On the mottled walls, you can vaguely see the remnants of the murals. However, because they are so old, most of them have turned into dust and can no longer be recognized clearly. We can only roughly guess what should be painted from the small fragments.
What a story.
His eyes glanced at the ceiling of the shed, which was so dark that he couldn't see clearly. Dongchen lowered his head and turned his gaze to the light beam again.
"I want to pick it up and try it. You wait here." He found a corner, threw his clothes on the ground, put down Christina, and walked towards the light pillar cautiously.
"Be careful."
With a little smile on his lips, Dong Chen calmed down, walked to the light pillar and stood still, grabbing the hilt of the sword with his right hand.
"What is a sword?"
Hong Zhongda Lu's voice rang from the depths of his mind, causing Dongchen to feel dizzy for a while. When he finally calmed down and had no time to think about it, the voice came up again...
"A sword is a life, and a life is a sword. In my life, I only rely on the two moves of drawing the sword, sheathing it, and I have no enemy in the world."
"I am a sword-wielding man! He was born for war and died for war. I have been with the sword all my life and wish I could kill all the heroes in the world."
"The emperor's sword relies on the timing of the sky and the power of the earth. With one sword strike, millions of people will perish."
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One after another, loud, deep, hoarse, or heroic voices sounded one after another. In a daze, Dongchen's eyes lit up with a red light...
Mountains of corpses and seas of blood, stumps and broken arms. A series of brutal and bloody scenes flashed before our eyes, with different characters alternating. The scenes were endlessly changing, but the only thing that remained unchanged was the sword.
"What is a sword?"
The first question appeared again, and in Dongchen's confusion, anger arose in his heart: "A sword is a sword, and it is born to cut people. How can there be so many random things to say."
The sound disappeared and the light beam dispersed.
The broken sword in Dongchen's hand started from the tip of the sword, and disappeared with the light little by little, and the room gradually dimmed.
"Antique, how are you? Talk, Antique, don't scare me."
The light blue fluorescent light guided the direction. Looking at the chaotic Christina, for some reason, Dongchen felt a strange feeling in his heart: "She is quite cute."
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Yellow sand rose into the sky, and the two people who rushed out from the depths of the earth fell into the sand and rolled far away.
Christina stared at Dongchen: "How do you know that stone pillar can bring us up?"
"intuition."
"Are you going to say it or not?"
Being pinched at the waist, Dongchen was suddenly stunned: "Do all women like to pinch this place?"
"Do you have other women?" Christina's voice was mixed with a hint of panic that she didn't even know she had.
"..." Dongchen didn't reply, looking far into the distance with a lonely expression.
"What's wrong with you?" Christina felt inexplicably sad.
"nothing."
Kristina looked at Dongchen strangely from head to toe. Christina didn't go into details. She flicked her shawl long hair and changed the subject: "Tell me, when can we walk back? I don't want to starve to death in the desert."
Although he had recovered due to the previous strange incident, Dongchen knew that walking back to the city on two legs was almost like a dream. And there was no water source along the way, let alone food. If he encountered any monsters or insects, he
So far, he is still a waste of the first and third levels, and he can only explain it to the injured Christina in vain.
But luckily, there is always a road ahead, and they met someone. Although Dongchen regretted it countless times in the years that followed, he had to admit that it was this bastard who saved him in danger.
"Hey, buddy. With the yellow sand in the desert and the beautiful woman, you are really a genius!"
A creaking car with black smoke and a cloud of yellow sand was parked in front of him. Dongchen looked at the guy who came out of this broken car that was very likely to explode at any time no matter how he looked at it.
There was a pain.
It may be golden curly hair, piled on top of the head like a big turd. There is a row of cigarettes like the Statue of Liberty stuck on it. In the center, a metal lighter with a picture of a naked woman shines silver, and white pointed long balloons are decorated on both sides.
Drifting in the wind.
Looking down, you can see thick eyebrows, big eyes, rosacea, thick lips covering two rows of big yellow teeth that go in and out, and a full beard hanging down to the chest. You can't see the colored shirts, traces of various food residues and juice drinks.
All over it. Further down, there is a pair of large flower pants stained with unknown liquid, covering the thick legs with long hair, and two big feet pedaling a pair of different colors and sizes, one for winter and one for summer.
Shoes, ten bright red toenails shining brightly.
"This guy...is...really...a...human...kind?" Christina collapsed instantly.
"Beautiful lady, your words are so hurtful!" The unknown monster burst into tears, then patted his chest: "I am a Scotsman with authentic European royal blood. The greatest scientist in human history, Begob.
Your Highness, De."
"European royal family, bloodline? The greatest scientists?"
Dongchen and Christina, you look at me and I look at you, they can't help but feel nauseated and disbelieving.
"Forget it, it's impossible for mortals like you to understand my existence." Bergobald put his hands on his waist and looked deeply at the horizon, with two pointed long balloons on top of his head floating in the wind.
Dongchen looked at these two things with a strange expression, and the more he looked at them, the more he felt something was wrong. Just when he finally figured out what they were, Bergbird, who was pretending to be pretty, stretched out his hand on one side of his body and said, "Get in the car!"
For those men and women who run wildly in the wilderness for the sake of great love, the benevolent His Highness Bagobold will return you to your safe home."
"Sit or not?" Dongchen asked Christina in a low voice, his eyes constantly searching the surroundings, wanting to find something else. But unfortunately, there was only a piece of yellow sand, and Mao didn't even look at it.
"Sit." She gritted her teeth and said the word with great difficulty. Christina buried her head in Dongchen's arms. She didn't want to see the monster in front of her again for a moment.
The car was smoky and had a strange and pungent smell. Posters of naked women were plastered everywhere, and pornographic certificates and butterfly stickers could be seen everywhere.
Dongchen looked at the domestic garbage and rags and socks lying on the ground, and couldn't find a place to sit.
Bergobold noticed something strange about him. But this thick-skinned guy didn't mean to be embarrassed at all. Instead, he picked up a moldy and hairy coat and swept it randomly on the bed that was piled with rags like a hill.
, revealing a place full of yellow water stains: "Please sit down, would you like some wine?"
"No... I can't." Looking at the large wine vat held up by the monster in front of him, whose color could no longer be distinguished, Dong Chen shook his head decisively. He was afraid of being poisoned.
"He's really not a man."
He raised the wine barrel that was half a man's height and filled the large wine tank with two clicks. Bergobold staggered back to the cab and turned on the audio switch with a flick of his finger.
The deafening heavy metal music echoed in the small car, almost knocking Dongchen's soul away.
"Sit tight, the Despair has set sail."
With a wild roar, the broken car rose up and staggered forward for a long distance before it stabilized. To be stable, it means that compared with the previous violent tremor, it has only changed from level 12 to level 6.
In order to protect Christina, Dongchen had to hold her tightly in his arms.
"Mr. Bergbird, um, could you please turn down the volume a little bit?"
"What did you say? Louder, I can't hear you." With his two feet on the manual steering wheel, Bergbird shook his fat body and turned his head. His two hands shaking left and right were stimulating the thing crazily.
Chen's nerves are about to collapse.
"It's nothing, you continue." In order to prevent himself from dying in the car accident, Dongchen quickly signaled that it was okay.
Singing all the way, chopping sand and lang. The shabby maglev explosion train called Despair rushed into the city dragging black smoke and stopped in a scrap recycling station that looked very much like a nightclub in a red light district.
"You really don't want to stay for a drink?" Bergbird looked at Christina with a sad expression. A line of saliva from the corner of his mouth slid down his beard, and wet the boss's shirt with a strange color.
"Thank you for the invitation. Christina and I have to rush back to the base, so I won't disturb you."
After repeatedly refusing Science Monster's attempts to stay, Dongchen picked up Christina, who was about to foam at the mouth, and turned around to run away.
"Don't let me see him again, or I will kill him, I swear."
Dongchen looked at Christina's pale and pretty face and nodded understandingly: "I support you, don't forget to call me when the time comes."
Thinking of the monster that could shock the world and make ghosts and gods weep, Dong Chen glanced back with lingering fear and quickly quickened his pace.
On the crowded street, pedestrians ran forward crazily. In this era, generally speaking, civilians can only survive if they work hard. It is difficult for things like this to happen nowadays. Dongchen stopped a young man out of curiosity and asked him
I learned that the Pope of the Holy Cross Congregation had actually arrived and was now in the city center.
Dongchen originally had no interest in this kind of thing. But if he wanted to go back to the headquarters, he had to pass through the city center. Therefore, he had to follow the crowd.
On the broad high platform, countless women in white robes lined up in a huge fan shape, singing hymns with opened poetry books.
A pure, solemn, and sweet female voice filled the sacred atmosphere. A bad old man wearing a luxurious golden robe stood at the front, spreading his arms and smiling sinisterly. Well, this is what Dongchen thinks. In fact, even if the Pope knows
Even if you smile, you won’t smile in a place like this or at a moment like this.
Dongchen looked at the Pope, at the countless beauties behind him, at the knights in golden armor guarding him, and at the crowd going crazy for him in the audience. A boundless feeling of jealousy surged in his heart.
"One day, I will be escorted by my little brother, the people will cheer, and countless beauties will sing behind me. No, singing is too boring! I want them to dance together, dance, and pole dance."