"You should have informed me in advance, Tang." Edward held the tea cup and glanced from Tang Ji to the life-saving cabin. His eyes instantly became sharp, and the gun pointed at Hiroyuki Sanada again: "That's best not what I thought.
Is this person reliable?"
"That's what you thought. What's inside is An Ran. He's safe inside." Tang Ji waved his hand and motioned for the old man to put down the gun: "The existence of An Ran is no longer a secret. Mikkelsen knows everything."
"In that case, I won't interrupt you to reminisce about old times. I wish you good luck in martial arts." Hiroyuki Sanada made sure that he was not in danger of being shot, so he got in the car and ran away.
"Damn it, I knew it when I was watching the news. Something must have gone wrong. Let An Ran in quickly!" Edward let the door open: "You too, don't just stand there stupidly!"
Seeing Tang Ji carrying the survival capsule and walking through the door, Edward suddenly slapped his forehead: "Wait! Wait for me two minutes! I still have some writing to do!"
"Jenny! Jenny! Anna! It's time to get up! I have something to do today. Here are 6,000 federal dollars. You can go shopping wherever you like. We will contact you later!" The old man took the lead, surpassing Tang Ji and rushed to the second floor. He also said that when passing by the sofa.
Several pieces of underwear of different colors were taken away and sent upstairs: "Yes, go through the window, there is a swimming pool outside, you can wear clothes there. Okay, I'll give you another thousand and a half!"
A few seconds later, Tang Ji heard two consecutive sounds outside. No, three sounds of heavy objects like water. Then amid a burst of laughter, three girls in cool clothes climbed over the fence and left.
Tang Ji stood the life-saving cabin next to the kitchen, made himself a cup of coffee, looked at the old man fully dressed and appeared from the second floor, and said with a wry smile: "If I say they are the caregivers I hired from the elderly care service center, would you believe it?
What?"
"I guess not many elderly people can afford the elderly care service center you mentioned, which costs 7,500 per night?" Tang Ji looked at Edward with scrutiny in his eyes: "Jenny and Jenny are twins?"
"Ha, the number one in the service center!" Edward walked down the steps and stood in front of the life-saving cabin and looked at Tang Anran who was frozen in ice: "Is this technology safe?"
"It's safe, someone has verified it." Tang Ji nodded. Every time he saw An Ran's sleeping face, Tang Ji felt comforted.
When An Ran was awake, he rarely slept so soundly. When he was young, he didn't understand the pain that happened to him.
With such a sense of powerlessness, even if Tang Ji could fight against the entire player base, or even the entire world, he would still be disappointed.
At least, now he can't feel any more pain, and he is full of expectations for the future.
Whether it's science and technology, or some superhuman ability, there is always something that can make Anron completely healed.
Tang Ji has always believed in this.
"I thought I would never have the chance to see you again in this life, little one." Edward looked at Tang Anran's little face lovingly, and traced the unmelting ice with his trembling fingers: "Did you miss me?"
"I'm going to put him here with you." Tangji pulled a chair over to sit down, taking off the coldness that had been covering him, and let out a sigh of relief like a child returning home: "Then I'll go
Solved the special zone in the news."
"Is it safe? I mean, I am willing to give my life to protect this child, but the fact is that I am just an old man who can shoot. Since you started to become famous, I feel that this thing is similar to a lighter, just listen to it."
Edward pointed to the shotgun he threw on the table: "Are you sure?"
"The situation has changed. My abilities and the situation in this world have changed." Tang Ji was silent for a while before he said: "I can feel the bond between me and this city. I don't
Know whether this is good or bad, Edward."
"From an ordinary person's point of view, I definitely feel that there are enough supermen in this world, and they make me have a headache every day. But if it's you, kid, the stronger you are, the better." Edward may be the most understanding person in the world.
Tang Ji’s people.
"I can extend some of my abilities to those who get anything, and I can also pass some abilities to this city out of thin air." Tang Ji snapped his fingers, and a gray-black flame appeared not far in front of Edward.
: "Even if I'm at the end of the world, I can still keep this flame burning here."
"When you call my name in this city, I can hear it, no matter where I am." Tang Ji continued: "I need someone who is absolutely trustworthy to help me look after Enron. Things outside will not affect me.
here."
Edward was silent for a moment, touching the flame with his palm, and felt only a kind of warmth. He had seen this kind of flame on TV countless times, and he knew what kind of deterrent this kind of flame had.
But Tang Ji's words still greatly touched Edward.
"It's like you have no upper limit, Tangji. How long has it been since I advised you not to fight Losas until today? I haven't forgotten Amanda's appearance, and you already sound like someone from myths and legends.
Those gods are the same." Edward reached out and put his hand on Tang Ji's shoulder: "I can't imagine what the world will be like in another ten years."
"Yes, myths and legends." Tang Ji did not tell Edward about the things that happened in the underground ruins. Things that happened 4,500 years ago should be buried underground and not affect the world above the ground.
But some things just want to resurrect and go back to the past.
Egypt, late at night.
Wolfgang returned to the palace built by greedy predecessors. This was his palace and tomb. It was made of solid materials and was still grand in scale after 4,500 years.
Thanks to the efforts of the superhumans and the labor of a large number of slaves who spared their lives, greed finally left another unsolved mystery to the Egyptian archaeological community.
Those archaeologists and historians who were hired with high salaries have not yet realized that their personal freedom has been restricted, but those workers who were hired to excavate and excavate have begun to realize that something is wrong.
An armed force called the Black Liberation Front has set up camp not far away, blocking all the continents that can access the ruins. There are also a large number of drones and mechanical dogs patrolling the area day and night. The Marauder clan that occasionally appears in the area is considered to be one of them.
Unfortunately, he didn't even know who the enemy was, so he was shot one by one and left in the desert.
Wolfgang's arrival was silent. He had countless means to prevent the mortals around him from noticing him. Even the palace ruins themselves were willing to cooperate with his actions, as if he was the master of this place.
Of course, there is no problem in saying so. Strictly speaking, the inheritance of the Seven Deadly Sins is actually closer than blood.
Wolfgang watched the two bronze doors that seemed to have cut off time slowly opened in front of him, exposing the entire hall to him, with a smile on his lips.
He is not here to explore historical sites or steal cultural relics. He is here to have in-depth exchanges with his predecessor.
As greedy, there is only one way of communication between them. Make soup!
Only the huge skeletal remains of the previous greedy corpse were left, and it had been dead for 4,500 years. Not to mention the rituals that symbolized conquest, there was not much food value left.
But fortunately, the reason why greed is greedy is because his desires are endless. Even if he smashes the bones into dregs and grinds them into powder to drink as protein powder, Wolfgang must try it.
Of course, before that, as a refined and elegant gourmet, Wolfgang still hopes to communicate with his ex in the most civilized way possible.
He snapped his fingers, causing all mortals in the nearby area to enter the illusion and not disturb him. Then a huge metal container that looked like a tripod appeared out of thin air in front of Wolfgang.
The pure white frozen snow from the top of Kilimanjaro was poured into the container, and a flame slowly heated it under the container. Soon Wolfgang had a pot of boiling water.
A large number of auxiliary ingredients and seasonings were thrown into the cauldron one by one, and then today's main ingredient was the greedy and huge skeleton of the previous one.
Wolfgang hummed a little tune and shook the opponent's bones apart. That point, which had transcended the erosion of time, and the mysterious power that maintained the integrity of the bones was expelled instantly like soap bubbles.
First of all, it was the big bones of the limbs. Wolfgang broke off these long bones that were several times longer than the same type of human bones without any respect. He polished the surface of the bones with a brush condensed with mental power to remove dust.
Throw it into the container.
Then there is the pelvis. Most of the time, Wolfgang is only willing to eat the brain tissue and heart of his prey, and selects a few muscles that are more pleasing to the eye based on the prey's body shape. This position of the pelvis is his first time trying it.
When he thought of the cruel king's hairy body in the illusion, Wolfgang felt nauseated. Finally, he gave up on this part and held the skull in his hand for a long time to make sure that the other party had no last words to say.
Throw it into a container and simmer together.
Wolfgang watched with some obsession as the boiling water splash turned into steam as the temperature increased. Under the illumination of the surrounding searchlights, it soon touched the cold ceiling at the top and condensed into water again. Under the influence of gravity, it fell
Going back down, it's like a reincarnation, endless cycle
"Great God King, there is new news coming from the north." The familiar figure, Dumitev, who announced the name of the dish for the Greedy God King, stood at the foot of the throne, with his deeply bowed body not even that of the god.
The king is knee high.
"Huh?" God King Greed let out a grunt of dissatisfaction after being disturbed, but it was not as brutal as he remembered before. He was just waiting for the news from Dumitev's mouth.
"Huni, the king of Upper and Lower Egypt, has arrived on the other side, and Sneferu, the king of Upper and Lower Egypt, has risen as the new king of this fertile land, and is willing to continue to serve you, the great
The god-king offers sacrifices on time." Dumitev presented the message to the majestic god-king in a melodious voice, and then waited for the other party's response.
Peace or war?
Everything may just depend on the appetite of the God King. If he is hungry and feels that he should eat a few more demigods to appetize his appetite, the warriors of the entire Greedy God's Domain will be ready to destroy Egypt.
If it were the opposite, then this land would still maintain a limited peace.
"The new king Sneferu has prepared ten demigod blood descendants as gifts for you, five men and women, two of them are husband and wife and are pregnant." Sneferu saw that the god king was lost in thought, and at the right time
He added that he knew what the God King liked best.
Those children born from the union of demigods are much easier than mortals to awaken the power of gods and become new demigods.
In recent decades, this king has been fond of eating cubs and enjoys their tender texture.
King Sneferu's envoy had already sent money and asked Dumitev to speak kindly and never dare to start a war with the Greedy God Realm.
Of course, it would be best if they could not offer tribute. Recently, they are fighting the barbarians further north, and demigods are needed to suppress them in many places.
"Huni? Is that the Huni who can turn the light of the sun and the moon into a golden body, which cannot be cut with a knife or burned with fire?" The tall God King seemed to suddenly wake up from his meditation, and said with some regret: "What a pity.
I have always wanted to taste him, what ability does the new king Sneferu have?"
Dumitev hesitated for a few seconds before speaking: "The great god king, the new king Sneferu has no abilities, he is a mortal."
"Can a mortal be a king? Have I eaten all the demigods in Egypt?" The great god-king scratched his head, seeming to be unfamiliar with the changes in the outside world, but in the blink of an eye, he was introduced to several types by Dumitev
The new cooking method diverted attention, and the matter of the mortal king was soon forgotten.
This memory scene quickly disappeared. Wolfgang could roughly feel the annoyance and unwillingness of the previous Greedy in this memory, but he had no interest in this useless memory.
What he desires is power, and secrets about the other Seven Deadly Sins, such as whether the greedy god-king succeeded in eating jealousy in the end, and what method he used.
After all, although Wolfgang advanced to LV3 through that ceremony, he still failed to eat jealousy. He couldn't think of a better way yet.
Looking at the bone broth that had begun to become rich in the container, Wolfgang picked up the spoon and took the first sip, muttering: "It better be related to jealousy or anger, otherwise I will pour it into the soup."
Pee and you will be buried in the belly of a jackal, I will do what I say."
Maybe there weren't many moments that left the memory of the previous Greedy unforgettable, maybe it was Wolfgang's threat that played a role. In short, with a mouthful of old soup in his belly, a new fantasy world followed, and it was all over the sky from the beginning.
The gray-black flames of hatred were huge and scary.
Wolfgang looked around and found that he was still in the huge palace, but at this time the palace was not underground, but on the cross section of a building with a structure similar to a pyramid.
The tall steps of the pyramid were suitable for the pace of the God King. At this time, he was wearing gorgeous armor, standing next to the throne, looking up at the sky and roaring like thunder.
Wolfgang also looked up, only to find that above his head was a storm of gray-black flames, pressing down like the end of the world.
"grass!"
PS: I don’t have much to do with PS today, I just have plenty of time, so I want to do the same thing, haha
