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Chapter 91 Small Problem(1/2)

Chapter 999 Small Problem

"So that coward Sere left like this. He hid in the Undead Club and wasted time. I don't understand what he was waiting for, waiting for the moment of the end of the world? Then he didn't even spend these long and boring years.

It’s bearable, so why don’t you have the courage to take that step?”

Olivia's suspicions echoed in Boluogo's mind. She was full of confusion and doubts, and asked Boluogo, trying to get some answers from his mouth.

Boluogo couldn't say anything. As an undead, he was still too young. He was young enough to be full of energy and expectations for the world, but he could understand Olivia's mood, and he could also understand some of Sere's pain.

"So, everything will die, right?"

As the memories flashed through his mind, Boluogo once again came to the night not long ago, when he and Palmer were walking on the street, striding towards home.

Palmer seemed to have come back to his senses and asked curiously, "As big as the Rhine League, as small as a little person like me, we will all disappear in the torrent of time, just like sand disappearing in the wind.

, and you, Borogo Lazarus, will always stand like a living tombstone."

"Probably, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing," Palmer didn't look at Boluogo anymore, but moved his gaze forward and murmured, "It just sounds lonely."

Palmer's inadvertent words were like a needle, piercing into Boluogo's heart. He suddenly had an indescribable feeling. No matter how he racked his brains to describe it, he could never find any possibility of explanation.

Dream bubble.

"Bologo?"

The sound interrupted Boluogo's distraction, his blurred vision became clear, and a familiar face appeared in front of Boluogo.

That was Bologg's own face.

Bologg stood in front of the mirror blankly, blinking blankly. When the voice sounded again, Bologg remembered where he was and what kind of conversation he was having.

Looking at the other guy in the mirror who was working hard, Boluogo shook off his memories and asked in a clear voice, "Are you going to join me this time? Don't you need to conduct research on the project?"

"No, it's not like you can achieve a breakthrough in studying this kind of thing in a day. Besides, there are Baili, Mamo and the others, so missing me won't have much impact."

Boluogo asked again, "Are you sure? Aimu, this operation is different from the past. There is no need for you to take risks."

"It's just different from the past, that's why I'm coming."

Aimu was sorting out the documents on the desktop and preparing to hand them over to others for processing. The busyness of the affairs had made Aimu a little out of breath. She began to miss the days when she went out in the field. Although there were many dangers, she could not cut them.

During the time of hacking and slashing, it was quite relaxing and comfortable.

Bologor straightened his tie, "Oh? Why?"

Aimu said without raising his head, "I'm a little worried about you."

"Worried about an undead?"

"I'm not worried about your life or death, I'm just worried about your mental health."

"Mental health?" Boluogo was confused for a moment, then turned to look at Aimu, "Am I mentally healthy?"

Boluogo didn't lie. He really felt that he was mentally healthy, especially when he returned from the Hidden Land. The pleasure of venting violence and completing tasks made him feel good. He didn't feel that he

What is the problem.

"Here."

Aimu lowered his head to examine the form, then raised a hand, spread his palm, and picked at Boluogo, as if he was calling the puppy to come over.

Boluogo's confusion doubled. After buttoning his collar, he sat down opposite Aimu and put his hand on her palm.

"Then what?"

The glow of ether flickered in Aimu's eyes. The next second, Aimu's hands and Boluogo's hands overlapped. An inexplicable strange feeling rose from Boluogo's heart. It felt like

A foreign object had penetrated into his body.

"The doctor is consulting, don't move."

Just when Boluogo was about to take back his hand, he found that Aimu had grabbed him further. Aimu lowered her head and picked up a pen to write and draw, as if she was really a doctor, writing a medical record for Boluogo.

"What the hell are you doing?"

It has been a while since Boluogo went on a mission with Aimu, and it has been a while since he was enveloped in the strange feeling of Xinduying. Although Boluogo has let down his guard against Aimu, this sudden sense of intrusion,

It still caught him a little off guard.

"Check...check."

Aimu put down his pen and looked like he was meditating with his eyes closed. Under the fusion of their hearts, their thoughts would break through the limitations of their bodies and overlap and intertwine.

Closing his eyes, Aimu could see Boluogo's thoughts. It was a cold metal cube with sharp edges and smooth edges, revealing absolute rationality and indestructible solidity.

Bologg sighed helplessly and allowed Aimu to manipulate his thoughts. This was not the first time that this happened. Bologg was like a humanoid device. Aimu would do this every once in a while.

"Check" yourself.

"Some problems may be easily ignored by you personally, but they are easily discovered in the eyes of others."

With this idea in mind, Aimu observed Boluogo's mental state from the perspective of others.

This is like a wonderful symbiotic relationship. Aimu is both Bologo's reliable blacksmith and a less professional doctor. She cannot cure Bologo perfectly, but she can point out Bologo's problems in a timely manner.

After a while of busy work, Aimu slowly let go of Boluogo's hand, his eyes full of doubts.

"What's wrong? Did you find anything wrong?"

Boluogo is an upright person and never thinks he will have any problems.

Aimu looked at Boluogo repeatedly, "No...but I think you do."

"Ah? What are you talking about?"

Boluogo wanted to laugh a little. As a scientific researcher and scholar, Aimu could actually say such ridiculous things. This guy was just looking for trouble for himself...

After briefly recalling the matters related to Aimu, Boluogo confirmed that he had not provoked Aimu recently, so her purpose should be to go on field trips with him, but he did not say that he would not agree to her, so why did she react like this?

fierce.

"It's not as complicated as you think. You didn't offend me, and I didn't mean it."

"How do you know I'm thinking..."

Before Boluogo finished speaking, he saw Aimu grabbing his hand again at some point, and their fingertips were intertwined and intertwined.

"Ah."

Amu had a sly smile on his face, and Boluogo exclaimed, "You are cheating!"

"Okay, okay, I just think there's something wrong with you recently, Boluogo."

Aimu completely let go of Boluogo this time, and the aura in his eyes shrank, as if he was focusing, "You are indeed normal, with sound limbs and a healthy mental state, but...but I just think there is something wrong with you.

It’s like a premonition.”

Boluogo spread his hands helplessly. There were some things that not only he couldn't see clearly, but also the people around him couldn't understand.

"Don't think about that, Aimu. Just solve the problem when it occurs. It's a very simple principle."

Boluogo picked up the resentful bite that was placed aside, drew his sword and checked the blade. The sword body, which was as dark as night, was covered with transparent colloid, and the Sword Slaughter Oil was completely replenished.

The blade was sheathed, and Boluogo inserted it back into his waist, looking at the weapon on the other side with a complicated expression.

That was one of Boluogo's right-hand men, the Origin Sin Armed Forces, the Saw Ax. But what was different from the past was that this time, the Saw Ax was wrapped in layers of pale seals, with densely written words written all over it.

There were strange runes, as if they were some kind of indescribable mysterious language.

In the corners that were not covered, the cold metallic color of the ax blade was exposed, flashing with an eerie light, revealing an ancient and evil power that made people tremble with fear.

Facing this weapon, Boluogo felt inexplicably tired and sighed helplessly.

Aimu frowned and asked, "Can you put it away? This feels bad."

Although the Brutal Saw Ax has been sealed layer by layer, the violent killing intent is still vented mercilessly. It is a sharp and cruel killing intent, as if it is sending an irresistible wave to every life that dares to get close.

challenge.

The surrounding air seems to be condensed by this murderous intention, becoming heavy and oppressive. Under long-term gaze, the observer will even have hallucinations, as if blood has penetrated the pale seal, dripping and flowing, turning the originally cold metal axe.

Dyeed blood red.

It was a palpitating red color, symbolizing endless killing and terror.

Since the last time Sai Zong lost control, this weapon has become what it is now. It usually can only survive by drinking blood, but now it remains highly active even if it is not thrown into battle.

According to the staff who were in charge of the saw axe, they once felt that it should be classified as a contract object and thrown into the containment area.

In essence, this thing should be more extreme than the contract object. The contract object only carries the blood contract, and the Origin Sin Arms are fragments of the devil's power.

Boluogo originally wanted to return the saw ax to Sai Zong to prevent more killings and loss of control, but Sai Zong refused. He did not explain too much, but said that Boluogo would use it in the next operation.

Get on it.

Like a bad prophecy.

Boluogo carefully picked up his right arm and stuffed it into a sealed box. This box was brought from the containment area. It can perfectly isolate the restlessness of the saw-axe, but if it continues to be so violent,

, it is not certain whether it can isolate the murderous intention.

"It's time for us to leave, are you ready?"
To be continued...
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