The man in the shell once again ate fresh and clean candies and snacks, and he shed tears. The last time he ate candies was a long, long time ago, and Jane gave them to him, which made him fall into beautiful memories again.
Hearing him mention Jane, Zana thought deeply and asked his companions: "Do you think this girl Jane is strange?"
"What's weird?"
Zana said: "Supposedly, in such a strict place, how could a privileged person like Zhen appear?"
Heiting said: "Didn't she say that? She was born here and has the trust of everyone."
Zana waved his hand: "No. I didn't realize it until now. This arsenal has been here for so many years. There should be more than one child born here, right?"
"We haven't seen any other children here." Colon looked at the man in the shell: "Has anyone here given birth to a child?"
"have."
"This...maybe he was sent away, sent outside?" Cologne was confused.
Zana asked: "Why wasn't she sent out? Because her family was gone? So she got special care? Did she get extraordinary privileges?"
Colon thought for a moment and shook his head: "Isn't that right? Then whose brother Bai Fu is a privileged person?"
"It's different." Zana said: "Baifu breaks the rules quietly, but Live Jane actually has a lot of power that others don't have. People in the arsenal are too nervous about her and treat other people
, even if they are young and beautiful women, they don’t care that much.”
Several people thought about it again: "It seems to be the case. But she said that her parents were dedicated to the arsenal, so they took too much care of her. This is human nature." Cologne said without certainty.
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Zana frowned deeply and shook his head: "No, this girl's scope of authority is too much. Think about it, even people like White and Hunter need to strictly abide by the rules here. She... a place as important as the Treasure Hall,
You can come in when you say so, and you can even take us in with you. Isn’t this too much beyond the normal permissions?”
"What do you mean?" Heiting asked.
Zana chewed the candy and said: "Supposedly, only the most powerful person here has this kind of power. She..."
Cologne was startled: "You said she is Lord Burning Sun?"
Hearing the name 'Lord of the Burning Sun', the man in the shell shrank back in fear and repeatedly said: "Don't mention that name, no... don't mention that name."
Colon stepped forward, took a few steps back, covered his nose and asked, "Have you seen that person? Is he a boy or a girl?"
It took a while for the man in the shell to say, "Male...male."
Colon breathed a sigh of relief.
Heiting shook his head and said: "Cologne, you are thinking too big. If she were that person, we would have died eight hundred times."
Colon added: "Zana, could she be that person's illegitimate daughter, so she has privileges?"
Zana said: "It is useless to speculate, but this girl is obviously not simple. We have been too negligent before. No matter what, the top priority is to find the leader and rescue Xiao'er."
"Can Xiao'er be saved?" Colon expressed doubt.
Zana analyzed: "If you don't kill her right away, you might still have a chance." He pulled out the schematic diagram of the entire arsenal that he had stolen and showed it to the man in the shell, asking him to help point out the route to where he wanted to go.
The man in the shell asked: "Where are you going...?"
Zana thought about the key purpose of coming here and said: "Negative pressure ventricular layer."
"You have to... you have to go back, not in this... direction."
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On the other hand, the red pill on the Hongshi layer and Shihong Pond disappeared, replaced by a light blue sphere in the shape of a water droplet above the pond. And inside this light blue water droplet sphere, a humanoid figure lay
Among them, this person was none other than Tognia, who was seriously injured and dying.
There is liquid circulating in the sphere, emitting bursts of extremely strong chill, constantly seeping into the wrapped human body, like a baby wrapped in amniotic fluid, and like an egg waiting to be conceived in the ovary. And this flowing cold liquid,
It is very similar to the Fountain of Youth in the Cold Cave, just like a waterfall bathing in a cocoon of flesh.
On the low hill behind Shihong Pond, there is a man with a charred body, wearing a white robe, and a golden mask. His mask is the same as the one worn by the previous puppet incarnation and the will incarnation, but the one on his face is more real.
It was even more mottled. Below this person's waist, there were particles of dust floating in the air. Not far from him, there was Laif Jane who had just woken up.
Jane opened her ignorant eyes, looking up at the king who was like the sun in her heart, and said timidly: "Why did you bring me here?"
The Maharaja turned his back to her at first, but turned his back when he heard her speak, and said to her: "It's very chaotic outside now, and I don't want you to have any accidents."
Although there was a pool of rolling blood magma at the foot of the mountain, which was very hot, there was a light blue sphere in the air that radiated a chill, suppressing the boiling heat in the blood magma pool and making the air less hot. Jane patted her skirt and stood up, with surprise on her face.
The look on her face was: "You...why did you bring her too?" She ran forward, and the so-called 'she' was Xiao'er who had her back cut off and was seriously injured.
The Maharaja said: "You go to Chikong to rest, I have something else to do."
"Oh." Jane was obedient and ran down the mountain. There was a cold cave next to the boiling blood pool.
After Zhen left, the monarch turned to Xiao'er again. Xiao'er was hung in the air by invisible force, extremely uncomfortable and painful. She gasped, the pain made her unable to speak, and the strong tearing feeling made her almost faint, but
The other party used magic on her, but she couldn't faint. She could only moan continuously in her extremely clear consciousness.
Perhaps feeling that the torture was enough, the king raised his hand, and a thin layer of steam supported her body, making her feel less uncomfortable.
"What do you want... to do?" Xiao'er squeezed out these words through his teeth with difficulty.
The Maharaja just looked at her, the mask he wore concealing his expression.
Xiao'er just thought that he was dead, so he might as well just have a good time. Thinking that this person was extremely sensitive to words like "sin" and "judgment", he said all the words related to these words in his mind, and he was right.
Swearing at him.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! The king was completely indifferent and did not receive any reaction. Xiao'er felt strange, was he wrong? The other party didn't care about this at all, or maybe his previous behavior was just pretending.
?But what’s the need to pretend?
The Maharaja finally spoke and finally moved: "You don't need to provoke me, I'm not the madman or pervert you think I am."
"Yeah, hanging me up with broken bones is really not something a pervert would do." Xiaoer deliberately said something sarcastic to provoke him.
The Maharaja took out the black human-shaped cross dagger, or dagger: "The human figure on this dagger looks like a victim. I want you to experience what it feels like to be a victim."
"Sick!" Xiao'er said in disgust: "If you want to kill me, then kill me. I can't resist anyway."
"You are powerless to resist, why should I kill you?" The monarch said clearly: "Oh, I should tell you in this way. Shouldn't the guilty person be tortured to his heart's content first, and then be freed?
"
"What are you going to do?" Xiao'er's expression changed a little, and she was really afraid of what he would do at this time.
The prince's hand, which was so black that it looked inhuman, took out another dagger from the sleeve of his white robe, which was exactly the same as Xiao'er's dagger.
"You...you..." Xiao'er was stunned. The shape, format, and color of her dagger were very special. The shape and posture of the victim could not be copied casually. She was speechless for a long time.
, eyes widened as if he had seen a ghost.
The Maharaja compared the dagger in his hand: "After all, the puppet cannot completely represent my will. I almost didn't recognize it. If you hadn't used the Demon Sword of Purification to awaken my memory, I almost forgot. It turns out that I also have a will.
A dagger like this."
Xiao'er was almost confused: "Why would you... have a dagger like mine? As an orphan, I only know that this 'Commandment of Purification' is... a relic left by my mother when I was a baby.
You..." There was a rumbling in her head, and her ears were ringing: "Could it be that you...you are my father...father?"