Chapter 503 Doomsday appears, little white-eyed wolf
Windfall!
"How do you explain this?" Could it be that instead of killing Yuan Xiaochen on the phone, he found a large sum of money in a ditch on the roadside in the middle of nowhere?
The leader glanced at the useless little white rabbit and suddenly felt a headache: "Take the money first, I will be responsible for all the consequences. Now Xiaosan is checking the map, Xiaoliu is going to call someone, and the others are on standby."
Suddenly, the bracelet rang. The leader turned on the headset and answered the phone. He stood at attention and said solemnly: "Sir, the situation has changed. The White Rabbit of Plan A did not trigger the target's rage. It is found that the target's temperament does not match the information, and his behavior is extremely
Weird, please give me some instructions, sir!"
After putting down the phone, the captain looked pale and wanted to say something, but the call was hung up.
"Captain, what's going on? What did the commander say?"
The leader of the team kicked a stone on the roadside and kicked it far away. The stone floated on the water and disappeared.
"Everyone obeys the order and adopts Plan E."
In extreme cases, a huge riot can be solved while harming a very small human race.
This is helpless and must be done.
"Yes." Everyone knows what is coming, and they must complete the order despite being condemned in their hearts!
Several off-road vehicles came quickly, and everyone got on board and chased the train.
The stone fell into the water without making any sound.
A body floated from the water toward the road.
The body moved in the rain of blood.
The patter of raindrops, the cold weather.
It's obviously a hot summer day, but it gives people a cold feeling.
This kind of weather is good, but if it goes on for a long time, it will make people feel uncomfortable.
People are better off under the sun.
Xiaochen was lighting up his mobile phone and thinking about how to kill the intelligent life hidden in the mobile phone. Suddenly, an idea flashed and his mind went blank.
Suddenly, the sound of milky milk came from the earphones.
"Warning, warning, the train will stop for three minutes in ten minutes. Please pay attention to your safety."
Xiaochen stared at the row of red fonts that also appeared on the screen of his mobile phone, and suddenly grinned: "What's wrong, you want to save yourself?"
There is no way, the experimental subject is too scary, it doesn't matter if you don't check it, once scanned, all the values will be off the charts.
Is this a human being?
The system is set to have a maximum age of 100 million years old, and you are so excited. If I didn't feel so good about myself, I would have thought I was broken.
"Sun Yuzhu, let's go to the locomotive. Hey, this trip is really terrible. There are bad guys everywhere. You are the only one I can trust."
Sun Yuzhu: "..." I'm sorry, what point did you trust me in? Please tell me boldly. Can't I change it?
Resistance was futile, so he could only follow Yuan Xiaochen through the carriage and towards the locomotive.
With Sun Yuzhu leading the way, no one dared to stop him.
It is worth mentioning that after Yuan Xiaochen left, the atmosphere in Car No. 11 suddenly became weird.
The entire carriage became quiet.
The aunt who was talking eloquently and the uncles who were listening attentively stared at the place where Yuan Xiaochen disappeared with strange eyes.
"What does he mean by that? Green leaves, blue grass, you two are the youngest and closest to the little guy, tell me."
The green leaves and blue grass are exactly the two college students opposite Xiaochen.
"Haha, weedy man, you really know how to take advantage. When he was here, your ancestors might not have been born yet, right?"
Taoist Fangcao looked at the middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes coming from Car No. 12, frowned and said, "Fine-blooded monk? Are you under control over there?"
Monk Jiu Liu snorted coldly and said: "Our Buddhist enlightenment technique can make ordinary people fall into the state of enlightenment instantly and close their eyes to rest. How can it be like your Taoism? It is actually some crooked technique. Everyone stares with big eyes.
It’s like being possessed by a demon.”
The two of them started to quarrel as soon as they met, and even if they kept talking like this, they would start fighting.
Luye said hurriedly: "Master, the train will explode in ten minutes. We need to evacuate ordinary people quickly so that we can concentrate on destroying the evil spirits."
Lan Cao hurriedly agreed: "Uncle, business matters are important."
At this moment, there was also a voice of admonishment behind Monk Jiu Liu.
At this point, the two elders could no longer fight.
In the kitchen, the little boy licked the entire plate, and then licked the corners of his mouth. The look in his eyes gradually dimmed, and then became strong again.
A look of confusion suddenly appeared on the calm face, what happened just now?
Looking at the small bowl in his hand, the little boy subconsciously licked his lips, and suddenly felt an aftertaste in his taste buds. An unprecedented experience filled his whole body, which was a kind of comfort and laziness.
It's as if every cell in the body is craving this taste.
"King, why are you here?" The tiger beastman asked from behind. The king's appetite has been very poor recently, and he often doesn't eat or drink, which really worries the beast.
The little boy turned around and put his hands behind his back, hiding the small bowl behind his back, and said nervously: "Xiaohu, what's the matter?"
The tiger orc thought of the business and immediately said: "King, humans have hidden a bomb on the train. It is expected to explode in ten minutes. It doesn't look like thirteen minutes. It's not right. It's ten minutes now."
"The humans want us to stop the zombie for three minutes. As long as the zombie killer explodes, we guarantee that it will be reincarnated."
The little boy snorted coldly: "Human technology is not trustworthy. Now humans can't even explode the virtual world of the second dimension. How can we destroy that big zombie? We orcs have been enemies of him for countless generations.
What can I do to him?"
The speaker feels tired, and the listener feels tired.
The little boy still doesn't know what the grudges between the beast tribe and that person are, and how they have been hating each other for generations.
But he is the king of beasts, so it is difficult to ask him directly.
"King, you can only satisfy your hunger by taking the divine fruit now, and the divine fruit trees are now under the official rule, so..." The tiger beastman looked heavy and thoughtful, but there was really no way. The human race could seize the ability of the divine fruit tree.
It's too strong. The orcs have just received news that the humans over there have taken the sacred fruit tree as their own.
The little boy suddenly tightened his grip on the small bowl and felt much more confident: "That's not necessarily true. Who said I can only eat the magic fruit?"
The little boy quietly put the small bowl into the storage space, then took a cucumber from the kitchen refrigerator, and then gnawed it, and the result... vomited...
Xiao Baize felt that what he ate was not a cucumber, but a piece of soldering iron.
After retching for a long time, the little boy just vomited out the cucumber. There was no sign of vomiting out the soup he just drank not long ago.
The little boy sniffed with the tip of his nose, and his eyes suddenly lit up. This time he did not become stupid, and rushed directly towards the locomotive.
"King, please eat a magical fruit first before you go."
The luminous divine fruit in the tiger orc's hand exudes a pure aroma, but the eater is no longer where he is.
Xiaochen thinks it's a bit complicated, so let's take a look at the fully automatic train.
"Why didn't you tell me earlier?" Xiaochenli ignored Sun Yuzhu, walked to the boundary between the first carriage and the front of the car, stepped down, and the carriage and the front of the car were completely separated.
Seeing that the red dot on the phone screen was getting further and further away from the green dot where he was, I felt relieved.
Finally saved!
I guess that weapon is ineffective on humans, but for him, a cutie who has lost ninety-nine percent of his power, it is really a test.
When others wanted him dead, he couldn't greet them with a smile, and rushed to save them. In the end, he was killed by the so-called righteous people.
Sorry, he Yuan Xiaochen is not that mean!
You understand the righteousness well, you are willing to sacrifice, and let me bear all the sins alone. Am I stupid?
Sun Yuzhu hesitated to speak, but finally couldn't bear it anymore and said: "We seem to be about to crash into the river."
Um?
When Xiaochen looked back, his face suddenly darkened, he grabbed Sun Yuzhu's legs and jumped off the train.
The blood rain is now showing signs of stopping. It seems that the human race has used some kind of technology called bombardment cloud.
Across the country, there are now several places where you can see the sun.
This is an attempt by radicals, because no one knows how people who have been exposed to blood will react.
But the undercurrent has begun to surge.
The breath of doom has arrived.
Humanity is about to face a great terror.
Xiaochen looked at the explosion in the distance, and not only sighed at his own wisdom, but if he were in it, he might have been involved in it by now.
On the contrary, stopping them in advance is also to allow them to evacuate early.
No. 003 now feels a little better. He has regretted it. He has realized his mistake. He really regrets why fate wanted to tease him like this and choose such a ruthless test subject.
No, this little boy is not an experiment, he is!
"Do you think I can't hear you?" Xiaochen shook the phone, feeling that this intelligent life was a bit noisy, so he simply took off the earphones.
"Master, this virtual life No. 003 just said that you detonated the bomb in advance and prevented many people from running out."
Xiaochen frowned and said, "How far in advance?"
"0.00003 seconds!"
Xiaochen silently raised his hand, then slammed his phone on the ground, snorted coldly: "Is this my fault? It didn't even last a second, is it my fault? Aren't you those sanctimonious people who don't care about the life and death of others?
…”
At this point, Xiaochen suddenly shut up and became silent.
Little Devil: "Master, what should I do? Little Baize is here!"
Xiaochen: "I saw it."
The little boy walked slowly. There was no one around him, only himself.
"Are you Yuan Xiaochen!?"
The little boy is very calm. He is Bai Ze, a being blessed by heaven. It stands to reason that he stands with the zombies. Such zombies who are not allowed to live in the world should be immediately chopped into pieces by the Zixiao Divine Thunder.
But now it seems that revenge is not that simple.
Xiao Baize's whole body was filled with white light, and he rushed towards Xiao Chen.
With a teleport, Xiao Baize's figure was already in front of Yuan Xiaochen, and a white brush was pointed at Xiaochen, aiming directly at the center of his eyebrows.
Xiaochen sensed the crisis, stepped on Tai Cang Bu, and immediately ran away.
At this moment, Xiaochen could not stand up, he summoned the World-Destroying Sword, flashing red and white light.
The sky is getting dark, red light and white light are intertwined, swords and pens clash, and the collision creates dazzling sparks.
Xiaochen was sweating. Xiaobaize brought him a great crisis. This was the first time he encountered such a powerful enemy after waking up for Yuan Xiaochen. His strength was suppressed, as if the creature in front of him
It is his destined nemesis, making him restricted in every way.
Obviously, the strength contained in the World-Destroying Sword is countless times higher than that of Xiao Baize, but because of the opponent's aura, the power cannot be released from the sword.
So Xiaochen could only rely on his own little strength to fight.
"This battle is a little bit difficult!"
This little white-eyed wolf Bai Ze forgot about his attending doctor as soon as he recovered from his illness!
Ding—your patient has recovered, is not grateful to you, and has a pen ready to poke your brain!