Kenchi Ichiro smacked his lips, "Wait a minute, let me gather my emotions."
I really can't think of such a thing as selling out miserably.
He has been fighting in "hell" for many years, and his teammates don't even know how many times he has changed.
At first there was anger and pain, but now there is only numbness.
As long as the friendship is not deep, you won't be too sad when the other person dies.
You have to think carefully about what the contestants in those miserable talent shows do.
That’s right! Make family memories!
Wang Quan closed his eyes.
After brewing for a long time, Kenchi Ichiro finally recalled what happened so many years ago.
At that time, he was still an ordinary person.
His family is very ordinary, except that he is an only child.
He came to "hell" and his parents
As soon as I recall it, this emotion comes up all of a sudden.
"That year, I was eighteen"
"Wake up, this is not a competition."
Wang Quan interrupted forcefully.
Wang Quan looked at him with his hands on his hips, "We are the ICU Disability Bureau. Where do you have a disability? Show it for everyone to appreciate."
Of course Wang Quan didn't let him harm himself.
Even if Wang Quan is really brain-dead, he won't be so "brain-dead".
He knew there was something wrong with Kenchi Ichiro in the false world.
Who weighs more than 500 kilograms? Although Kenike Ichiro has muscles, he is not a heavyweight player.
He had already sensed it with the black and red mist.
One of Kenike Ichiro's legs, an arm, and half of his chest are all made of metal machinery.
It's just covered with a layer of bionic skin.
Kenchi Ichiro had no choice but to take out a long knife from his waist and cut a circle along his arm, and then directly peeled off the skin on his arm.
What was exposed below was a muscle-shaped metal arm stained with bloody minced meat.
After a few seconds of silence, Kenchi Ichiro said in a low voice, "Actually, I am also a monster."
As soon as he said this, you could clearly feel that the atmosphere here had changed.
If it was depressing just now, the atmosphere is much more relaxed now.
The alarm connected to Kenchi Ichiro's nerves was cleared.
This shows that these deformed people have really given up their hostility towards him.
Wang Quan smiled and said, "Look, we are all the same, but don't we live a very comfortable life?"
"Actually, you should think this way, there are many people in this world who live worse lives than you.
"Thinking is actually escaping. Sometimes living is the only way to have courage."
Why isn't he like this?
The pressure on the mythical creature was so great that he had been alone before.
If you didn't want to live, you could have died long ago.
Now that I have concerns, I have so many things on my mind, aren't they all just to survive?
But he also understands the truth that people need goals in life.
He once had a friend who was not interested in anything.
I have no interest in games, movies, TV shows, variety shows, animation novels, and girls.
By the end, I was not even interested in eating.
Then I lost interest in life.
Wang Quan once had a similar moment.
With so much pressure, it is already difficult to just live. I have no motivation to do anything because I know it will be useless.
But the death of his friend alerted him.
He began to forcefully set goals for himself.
Including how long you play the game every day.
The game is really a good thing.
A highly educated talent team of hundreds or thousands of people work overtime day and night just to attract you.
So there are various goals in the game that will make you kill time or spend money waiting for you to complete.
Relying on this, Wang Quan slowly walked out.
He knew it would be useless to even get these freaks to identify with them.
When they meet other human beings in the future, they will know what despair means and what it means to be abandoned by the world.
so now!
Wang Quan wants to give them a goal!
A goal worthy of long-term struggle and with hope.
"Why don't we also have a whole religion?"
After Wang Quan finished speaking, Kenchi Ichiro blurted out, "It can't be a sickle and hammer or a sickle and ax, right?"
"That's impossible." Wang Quan immediately denied, "I don't dare, I don't dare to do that."
The main thing is that I can't get along with this one for the time being.
"Then what is it? Buddhism? Taoism? Or Christianity? Christianity is already similar here. If we do this, people will definitely ban us."
Kenchi Ichiro simply helped analyze it.
"It's okay." Wang Quan dismissed it, "Do you understand religion?"
Kenchi Ichiro scratched his head, "I seem to understand, but strictly speaking, I definitely don't understand."
"That's the end of it. You don't understand and I don't understand either. Besides, if we engage in religion, wouldn't we be just like those guys?"
Wang Quan shrugged and revealed the religion he wanted to create, "I want to create the Flying Noodle God Cult."
"Flying Noodles" Kenchi Ichiro smacked his lips, "Isn't that a prank made by someone else to satirize religion?"
"That's right." Wang Quan smiled slightly, spreading his hands with a sacred face, "Actually, I am a devout believer in Feitian Noodle God Cult. May I bless you, RAmen."
"" Kenchi Ichiro's eyes twitched, "Brother Quan, are you serious?"
"Of course, but the doctrine needs to be changed."
Wang Quan smiled and said: "Let's find a place to rest first, and then I will give them preliminary treatment. At least they must be able to communicate. It is quite troublesome to guess what they mean by just relying on brain waves."
"But before that," Wang Quan looked in the direction of Xuanzhong Town, "we have to pick up Kesila first."
After splitting the last monster, Kesila's eyes shimmered and she glanced around under the full moonlight of the white and blue moons in the sky.
She is now in the middle of Hanging Bell Town.
The surrounding ground was covered with the broken limbs and broken arms of monster corpses, and the ground was no longer visible at all.
Xila shook off the flesh and blood hanging from the double-edged scythe, then waved her hand and the scythe disappeared.
She glanced at the clock tower in the center of the town, frowned slightly, then turned around and ran towards the woods outside the city.
I searched the whole town but couldn't find Wang Quan, so there should be only two results for Wang Quan.
Either he was taken away by the mayor and those people, or he escaped from the town.
If it's distorted, it won't be so fast.
In other words, the "cursed child" will not be deformed.
Judging from the fire at the village chief's house just now, he must have run away.
The mayor and others are not here, but there are no bodies in the fire scene, so they must have escaped.
If he ran away, that's where Wang Quan would go.
Without any further hesitation, Xila quickened her pace.
Sure enough, when approaching the cabin where the two lived, Kesila heard the sound of people talking.
She rushed over quickly, then was stunned for a moment.
My dear disciple is indeed here, but there is a man with black hair and black eyes next to him, with a vicissitudes of life on his face.
At the same time, behind them, there were more than twenty aberrant monsters.
Kesila subconsciously ignited black and white "two-dimensional flames" on her hands.
Wang Quan immediately said, "Kesila, these are our own people."
Xila was doubtful and put away the flame and approached.
As expected, those aberrations didn't make a move, and even shrank back behind Wang Quan when they saw her approaching.
"Infino, this is"
"These are all our own people." Wang Quan smiled and asked, "Where are those people from the Death God Sect?"
"They won't bother us anymore." Kesila put away her sharp edge and returned to her lazy look.
Wang Quan nodded and asked again, "By the way, I just founded a religion. Are you interested in becoming a bishop, Kexila?"