Tang Ji stood in front of the window sill, looking at this ancient city. Compared with the City of Night, every brick in Paris is so full of humanistic flavor. It is like a poem, like a folk tune, which can make people forget
Be sad and forget your own troubles.
Even for players who are new to this world, a large number of them are addicted to this city, but this does not include him.
Tang Ji felt as if there was a filter in front of his eyes. Everything he saw was so disgusting. The pedestrians who hurriedly showed up and turned away were too cowardly and deserved to die; the players who walked by in a show of force deserved to be killed; the stray dogs leisurely looking for food were not worth it.
live in this world
His ears seemed to be stuffed with earplugs. The sound of dew sliding down the walls was so harsh that Tang Ji wished he could tear down every wall and house in the city. The ventilator on the outer wall of the building next door was buzzing.
The movement disturbed him and he felt restless. He wished he could smash it to pieces with a punch.
Even the slight chill brought by the wind on his cheek made Tang Ji furious, wishing he could fight the wind and temperature for three hundred rounds now.
Tang Ji even had an illusion in front of his eyes of himself standing in the strong wind, smashing the air with his fists and destroying the storm out of thin air. He also saw himself trying to destroy the huge waves, fighting crazily with the waves in the ocean, and finally carving out a hole in the depths of the sea.
A trench.
No, it was not all an illusion. Tang Ji could feel the violent wind blowing on him, and his ears were almost filled with the piercing whistling sound. He could not hear anything; he could taste the bitter and salty taste of the sea water, which was like fuel.
It angered him even more!
Hate the earth without a ring, hate the sky without a handle!
The anger that arose out of thin air was so strong that it separated the two inseparable existences of Fury and Tangji.
Tang Ji's only sanity was like his soul coming out of its shell. He stood at a higher position and looked down at Fury, who also raised his head and looked at him angrily.
Their eyes were all filled with anger
How dare you refuse me? I am furious! I am the fire that burns the world! I am revenge! I am the whip that punishes all things!
Fury's body is wrapped with black and reddish flames. His whole body is like a volcano, as if he is about to erupt in the next second. He himself is an erupting volcano!
Tang Ji just looked at Fury coldly, not even bothering to respond.
Compared to his rage, Tang Ji's anger seemed longer-lasting and more tenacious, just like the sea. It looked calm, but in fact the waves were turbulent. At this moment, his flames of hatred were still gray-black and as solid as liquid.
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Tang Ji didn't know what exactly affected him, but he could feel that the source of this power was now on the earth, somewhere in the southern hemisphere thousands of kilometers away from him.
This feeling is vague, but it is more like a directional guide. As long as Tang Ji follows the guide and gets close enough, he can trace the source.
"Come with me and burn this world to ashes! All injustice, all hatred, regardless of each other, will all be burned to ashes!" Fury stretched out his hand towards Tang Ji, suppressing his anger, as if he was angry for his compromise.
Medium burn.
Tang Ji just looked at the other party. Although this was just a confrontation in his mind, without the influence of the other party, Tang Ji was still the same Tang Ji. He had his own anger, hatred and responsibility. They were so specific and so
So pure that Tang Ji could ignore the furious invitation and reject the other party's 'good intentions' for the umpteenth time.
"Get lost." This was Tang Ji's response.
"Ah!! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!" The rage broke out instantly, and the flames swept through Tang Ji's spiritual world like the end of the world, instantly bringing Tang Ji back to the real world.
He was still standing in front of the window, but now the whole building was on fire, and the billowing black flames broke into the hearts of Parisians again like a demon.
It's Tangji
It's Tangji!
No Parisian will admit his mistake, only Tanguy has such power, and he is in Paris!
The whole of Paris was boiling. Last time, they looked at Tang Ji with fearful eyes, hoping that the other party would never appear in Paris again. But now, everyone in Paris is looking forward to Tang Ji appearing to save them.
In water and fire.
Markarian Technology immediately approached Mikkelsen and asked him to explain why Tanguy returned to Paris, which violated the agreement previously signed by the two parties.
"How can you be sure that Tang Ji is in Paris? Has a player died? Or has someone seen Tang Ji's face?" Not to mention that Markarian has no evidence now, even if he caught Tang Ji in his hand and carried his
Even when his head was waved in front of Mikkelsen's face, Mikkelsen could respond without changing his face, saying that the other party had mistakenly identified the person.
"New superhumans are born every day, and superhumans are promoted every day. Their abilities are all kinds of weird, aren't they?" Mikkelsen teased Markarian and ended the conversation directly. After all, was that Tang Gui's answer?
Chu.
Obviously angry that the translator failed to fulfill his duty, Tang Ji pointed out a building before expressing his feelings directly.
Of course, it is also possible that the source of the previous generation's furious power, which is still placed in the landing module, is already on the earth at this time. Tang Ji may have been affected, but Mikkelsen cannot be sure.
This is one of the few plans that he cannot determine the consequences of, because this plan comes from another self in the timeline that only the Prophet has been to.
Even for himself, Mikkelsen still doubted its protection, but now the prophet's fire of life was shaky. Without the fruit of the tree of life, they would have attended the funeral three months ago.
No matter what information he wanted to obtain, the prophet could not open his mouth now.
Mikkelsen admired that woman very much. She really tried her best, but she was not talented enough to do more.
After peering into the river of time five times in a row, only such a small amount of things were left in the real world. If the prophet hadn't been dying right now, Mikkelsen would have definitely accelerated the process with verbal insults.
Simply put, she is a waste.
If Wang Zhengdao was his person, then Wang Zhengdao should have changed his name to Mikkelsen long ago. Mikkelsen smiled like a shark. Unfortunately, Tang Ji is a humane bastard. There are some things that he must consider Tang Ji.
idea.
However, it is precisely because Tang Ji has this kind of character that Mikkelsen has so much room for maneuver. For example, transporting the source of power left by the previous generation of Fury back to the earth as planned. He does not know what the follow-up results will be.
He only knows that any change will be better than the current situation.
They need change, they need unknown factors.
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