It was a past where day and night could not be distinguished. The 10-year-old Flame God was sitting in a room always illuminated by fluorescent lamps, wearing clothes that were always white, facing a pile of charred objects with burnt marks.
Building blocks, the funny thing is that his hands were placed in a jar made of black ceramics, with a spherical lock for motorcycles on it. The total weight of this pair of toys alone was more than 100 pounds, but the Flame God weighed just 10 pounds at that time.
Only 40kg.
Looking at the blocks in front of him, Yan Shen could only stare at them in a daze.
At this moment, outside the bulletproof showcase window next to him, a red-haired little girl suddenly stood there. That beautiful little dress looked so beautiful, just like the elf in Andersen's fairy tale. Yan Shen looked sideways and saw the little girl.
Behind him, several familiar scientists were chatting with the blond foreign scientists. In the completely soundproof room, Yan Shen could only see the smiling faces of those people talking happily.
I don't know how much time passed, but the door to the room with 16 locks opened, and the little foreign girl outside the window walked in and came to the Flame God.
This shocked the Flame God, because no one could enter this room except scientists. This could be said to be the smallest guest that the Flame God had ever seen.
"Brother, why do they want to lock you up?" the little girl said in jerky Chinese and sat across from Yan Shen.
"Because my brother has a special ability, my hands can burn everything they come into contact with. I have to do this for safety." Yan Shen raised the black porcelain urn in his hand.
"The hand that can ignite flames... isn't this a wonderful ability? Why should this ability be blocked?" The little girl actually felt sad for the Flame God.
"What's your name?" Yan Shen rarely shows interest in strange beings. This is the first time he takes the initiative to ask someone's name.
"My name is Eva, but they all call me 'Thunder Girl'. This is my experiment code name." The little girl said with a smile, "What's your brother's name?"
"I don't know my name. My experiment code is 01...wait, are you also a test subject? Why don't you have a lock?" Yan Shen finally reacted.
"Me? My uncles are very good to me. They will never lock me up. But Eva doesn't have any friends to talk to. They are all too big and can't even play with building blocks.
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By the way, brother, I'll help you unlock the door. Come and play with me!" Eva raised her two index fingers and crossed them in front of her face. When she pulled them apart, cyan electricity jumped between her fingers and she twisted.
Like a little snake dancing on her fingertips.
"Can you release electricity?" Yan Shen has never seen such a child.
"That's why they call me Thunder Girl!" Eva put a black porcelain urn belonging to the God of Fire into her arms and let the cyan electricity penetrate into the keyhole to try to open the lock.
But after ten minutes of tossing and turning, the lock still didn't move. One was because Eva, who was too young, was not yet proficient in controlling lightning abilities, and the other was because the lock was specially made to withstand high temperatures, and its sturdiness could directly
It's comparable to a lock in a bank vault.
Finally, after another failure, Eva started to cry, her face twisted with tears, and tears dripped on the black porcelain urn gloves of the Flame God, "Eva is so stupid, I can't open this thing no matter how hard I try,
Eva just wants to play happily with her brother. If I can’t even do this little thing well, I’m really a failure.”
"Eva, don't be sad, brother is used to it." Yan Shen played the role of the big brother for the first time, and he didn't know how to comfort the little sister in front of him.
"Brother, please stop comforting me. I know I am useless and can't even open the chain. Will I be hated by my brother?" Eva cried so hard that she started convulsing.
"Eva, please stop crying, okay? Brother, will you stop crying when you open this jar?" Yan Shen sighed helplessly. Sitting on the ground, he raised his hands in parallel, "Eva, it will be a little hot...
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The Flame God inhaled and concentrated. Suddenly, the positions of the gloves on both arms emitted a red light. The Flame God was releasing extreme heat. The black porcelain urn was burned red. The Flame God actually reached a high temperature of 1800 degrees.
The black porcelain urn on his arm melted away.
It was also at the moment when the porcelain urn melted that the lights in the room turned red, the first-level alarm sounded, and the entire experimental area entered the highest alert level.
But these things made Eva stunned. It was like her brother was performing magic. The porcelain urn that made Eva helpless turned into beautiful red fireworks in her brother's hands and fell to the ground.
"Brother is great! You are so awesome!" Eva screamed in praise.
"It's a pity that brother can't play with blocks with you anymore..." Yan Shen put away the heat in his hands, knowing that his end would be miserable, and his locks would only be changed to bigger and heavier ones.
A group of soldiers wearing insulated suits rushed in and pinned the Flame God to the ground with forks, while the scientists who followed Eva rushed in and led Eva out.
Before leaving, Eva did not forget to turn back to her brother and said, "One day, my brother will leave here and go to the outside world. One day, Eva will find her brother. When the time comes, let's play with building blocks together again, right?"
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This is just one of many past memories of Yanshen. Lying on the cold asphalt road, Yanshen suddenly remembered such a story. It is said that people will recall many past memories before they die. This is probably what Yanshen is going through.
Bar?
He lost too much blood and stood up with support on the ground. The wounds on his chest and back were sealed with ice crystals, otherwise he would have probably died.
"Can you still move? It's so interesting." Shuten Canglan walked towards Yanshen quite happily.
"Yan Shen, don't mess around. Sit down and don't resist." Thirteen shouted nervously.
"No one can tell me not to resist. Unless I die, I will never stop resisting." Yan Shen spat a mouthful of bloody phlegm on the ground beside him. The ground was burned and made a squeaking sound, as if he was spitting out lava.
"This guy just hit me, you won't comment if I fight back, right?" Cang Lan glanced at Nami.
"Let's finish it quickly." Nami agreed tacitly.
Thirteen's hand touched the sword niche ghost behind him, but before his index finger touched the multi-level spirit release machine, the bowstring drawn by Nami was already aimed at his head. Nami shook her head slightly, implying that Thirteen should not act rashly, facing two
If a thousand-year-old monster wants to save his life, he has to do as he pleases.
"Hey, flying boy, you really enjoyed beating me just now, didn't you? Try it again." Cang Lan walked to the side and patted the side of her face with her hand.
"I will do as you command." With a roar, the body of the Flame God disappeared from the ground, so fast that the naked eye could not catch up. The Flame God punched out like a missile, and the force was even greater than before. But Cang Cang
Lan raised his right arm to catch it, and the whole arm turned into a dark ghost claw.
The powerful impact caused Cang Lan to slide back 2 meters before stopping, but this time, he did not fly out or let the Flame God take any advantage.
It was obvious that the Flame God had exerted all his strength and even raised the temperature of his fist to 3500 degrees, which is a high temperature that can even melt diamonds. However, the contact with the ghost claw only caused it to turn slightly red and emit a little green smoke.
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"It seems to be a bit hot." Cang Lan raised his other hand and grabbed Yanshen's wrist, and swung it back like a piece of clothing. Yanshen was thrown heavily to the ground, within 5 meters of the surface.
It exploded into cracks, and countless pieces of the asphalt road were bounced into the air. The God of Fire clenched his teeth, but blood still spurted out from between his teeth.
"Do you know the difference between monsters and humans? We have a long, long life to find things that make us happy. Unfortunately, some happiness is short-lived, just like you..." Cang Lan lifted the things on the ground with one hand.
Yanshen was thrown up, and he hit Yanshen in the back with a spinning kick. Yanshen was shot out like a cannonball, and hit a car on the roadside. The car also blasted into a video store on the roadside, and the fuel tank exploded.
It spewed out billowing flames, thinking that so many classic love action movies could not be saved.
"Thirteen, say goodbye to your friend..." Cang Lan raised his ghost hand and faced the store. Evil spiritual power danced between the ferocious claws, and the black light group danced like fireflies.
Ghost Burial Song, this is Shuten Douji's famous stunt. At the cost of only one year of his spiritual power, the destructive effect in exchange is...
There was a loud bang, and the shock wave spread out two hundred meters. Half of the street was disintegrated into pieces, and everything was burning with black flames. This kind of destructive power can only be possessed by gods and demons.
"It's been a long time since I've used it, it feels so good." Cang Lan swung her ghost claws, feeling as if she'd had an orgasm.
Just when he was proud, a hole was knocked out of the ground with a bang, and the God of Fire rushed out from below, knocking Cang Lan into the sky.
Will this Jedi's counterattack bring any different results? No, after struggling for 30 seconds, the Flame God was thrown down from the sky like garbage and fell heavily to the tattered ground. He was already somewhat unconscious.
, covered in blood.
"That's enough!" Tong couldn't help shouting, feeling guilty for hurting him in the first place. He wanted to make a move, but was held back by Thirteen.
"Men all have the urge to look cool in front of women. This is male instinct. It's not like you don't know about Yan God's chuunibyou. If you help him save him, he might bite his tongue and commit suicide." Thirteen
I know this guy very well.
Cang Lan landed in front of Yan Shen as lightly as a leaf. Flying was simply child's play for a thousand-year-old demon. He looked at Yan Shen who was in a trance in front of him, and there was no longer a happy expression on his face, "What are you doing?"
My clothes are dirty, I will pay for it with my life..."
Cang Lan raised his ghost hand, pointed it as a blade, and aimed at Yan Shen's head. The sword finger behind Shi San had taken shape, and the sword niche ghost started the invincible mode of the sword; Tong clenched the chrysanthemum glyph in his hand
Zezong and Lin Xi also completed the outline of the infinite spell of heaven and earth.
Is this the crisis that Wu Zhu spied on the Flame God? But the Flame God's life is much better than that of Thirteen, and his fate will be resolved by a noble person. That noble person planted a good relationship with him as early as his childhood.
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"Split! Split!" A ray of blue lightning fell from the sky and struck right between Cang Lan and Yan Shen, forcing the big monster to step back.