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Time seems to fall into a kind of reincarnation. Whenever Xie Zhenshu opens his eyes, "Su Heting" will sit on the bench. They no longer talk, only fight, and the little lamp also becomes dim in this constantly broken samsara, and gradually, it can no longer illuminate the face of "Su Heting".

The sky was gloomy, and Xie Zhenshu's consciousness was trapped here. The rain became heavier and heavier, and when he opened his eyes again, the illusion had turned into an upside-down gray Rubik's cube.

Zhu Rong sat in the original position, stretched out his crooked fingers, and pointed at Xie Pillow Book, as if he had discovered some treasure: "Are you Tyrant 7-001, or Experimental Subject 98342?"

Xie Zhenshu did not answer.

Zhu Rong guessed: "Experiment 98342 is not as tall as you, um...you don't smell like a tyrant either, who are you?"

Because of its curiosity, half of its body bent over, and the burning flame above its head shone on the Xie Pillow Book. Xie Zhenshu wiped the newly added wound on his face and asked, "Where is Su Heting?"

There was no pain in his expression, and even the questions were short declarative sentences.

Zhu Rong said, "Oh, that's a good question."

The mechanical **** lay beside him, his electronic eyes flickering wildly, and he hurriedly replied: "Oh, great Vulcan, please ignore him, he is an unknown person who smuggled in. The servant once met him in the 14th district, hmph, he I have always been ignorant of good and evil!"

It opened and closed its mouth "click-click", wishing to speak out all its thoughts, before Zhu Rong could answer, it climbed up its upper body again, scrambling to say: "He wears a good thing, that thing can ,can…"

Perhaps it was due to the lack of information, but it got stuck here, and it couldn't tell what it could do for a long time. Zhu Rong was interrupted by the eunuch, and suddenly became furious. While telling it to "shut up", he waved his scepter and beat the **** out.

The **** was terribly fragile, how could he withstand Zhu Rong's repeated beatings, and before he rolled far, his body split open on the spot. It collapsed on the ground, trembling.

"I'm very hot!" Zhu Rong stretched his neck and shouted, "It's not raining hard enough, we need to increase the amount, ten times the amount!"

As soon as its roar fell, the rain fell violently, each one as big as soybeans, and fell to the ground like a boiling soup pot.

"Okay, okay!" The **** had a device failure, and there was a lot of noise, "Please...please...please don't be angry...this will affect your...fusion..."

It was all broken, and it was still persuading Zhu Rong. It's a pity that Zhu Rong felt that it was noisy, and seeing that it still didn't stop talking, he stretched out his foot and stomped it to death.

The **** didn't have time to beg for mercy, so he turned off the fire immediately, and the neighborhood suddenly became quiet.

Xie Zhenshu stared straight at Zhu Rong, and asked again: "Where is Su Heting?"

The rain was so heavy, but the bell wrapped around his fingers stopped ringing.

Zhu Rong avoided talking, snapped his fingers, straightened the bent places one by one, then pointed to the floating gray Rubik's Cube, and said, "How about Su Heting in this illusion? Do you want it?"

Xie Zhenshu said, "I don't want it."

Zhu Rong said: "This is also Su Heting."

Xie Zhenshu said: "No!"

Zhu Rong spewed out a few wisps of heat, as if insulted by Xie Zhenshu's "No", he waved his scepter indiscriminately, and said, "Look at his appearance, isn't this just Su Heting? His speech is as annoying as Su Heting's! People, People—what’s so great about people? As long as you have the data, you can reproduce as much as you want. What lives and what dies are all in the program budget.”

Zhu Rong slammed the scepter and shouted: "Su Heting!"

The gray Rubik's Cube scattered and turned into rain. Illusions grow infinitely in this space, and each one is a "Suhe Pavilion" with a lamp.

Zhu Rong's crimson eyes were rapidly scrolling through the data, and it became very frantic again, saying: "Look, they are all Su Heting. What are you sad about? It would be good if one died and another one would be recreated. 18 years old, 20 years old, you Whoever he is obsessed with, he will implant the memory data of that age, so that he will never change, and he will always be charming."

The rain made Xie Zhenshu unable to hear his own breathing, and only one sentence was circulating in his head: one dies and another is recreated.

Zhu Rong sank down to look at Xie Pillow Book. It put its arms on the ground, and its expression twisted: "If you can tell your origin and hand over the 'good things' that the **** asked for, I will give you all these Su Hetings, and I will also tell you about his corpse— "

When Zhu Rong spit out the word "corpse", Xie Zhenshu heard the sound of something breaking in his head. The rain dripped through his fingers, and he grabbed the bell, suddenly furious in the light "jingle".

"boom!"

Asura slammed the top of Zhu Rong's head and pushed Zhu Rong to the ground. Zhu Rong was forced to kowtow, like a bent steel plate, smashing the ground into a deep hole. The red flame instantly burned to a height of several meters, completely engulfing Xie Zhenshu's figure.

Zhu Rong swept across with his staff, but the body of the staff was firmly held by Asura's other hand. It was hot all over and was running at high speed, with an unwilling roar overflowing from its throat. It's just that as soon as it yelled, its head was lifted by Asura.

Zhu Rong shouted: "Damn, damn! I..."

Asura grabbed its crown of thorns, which was attached to its head. Zhu Rong struggled violently, trying to tear off Asura's arm, but unfortunately Asura raised his other four hands and smashed Zhu Rong's head to the ground again.

"boom!"

Zhu Rong's red fire ignited Asura, and the burning pain pierced Xie Zhenshu's consciousness. He fell into **** in double pain, and every face of the three-headed monster was full of violence.

That divine bone is not a gift of luck, but the seed of madness and mutation. The night Xie Zhenshu was left in the snow by his parents, his love and hatred became a prisoner locked deep in his heart. The word duty stripped him of his emotion, and made him put on a tie to restrain himself. On the southern front, during the war, and every night he was looking for Su Heting, he had lived with reason. But that didn't leave him unscathed, in fact, his wounds were rotting away.

Zhu Rong grabbed his face and yelled loudly. The crown of thorns was overwhelmed and broke again, flowing out green data. These data gradually filled its half body, it stared at its eyes, and screamed from its throat: "Let go of me, my fusion program... ah, ah!"

Asura tore off the crown of the false god, and in the flames and rainstorm, he looked like a slowly growing tyrannical demon. It was completely black, and its three-headed facial features showed an expression of extreme disgust.

Zhu Rong pounced on Asura, and the two cold snakes went back and forth, wrapped around Asura's neck, and exerted force together, trying to strangle him. But Asura was composed of diamond-shaped fragments, which were extremely hard, and within two minutes of being surrounded by the cold snake, they were torn off.

The embedded device at Zhu Rong's waist popped out immediately, it wanted to scream, but Asura blocked his mouth with his hand. Its head was raised higher and higher, its eyes were slapped by the rain, and it turned from red to black, as if it was the disappearance of power.

The gray ground reflected this scene, the scepter in Zhu Rong's hand fell to the ground, and he was disembowelled in a sacrificial posture. Although it was gagged, it still tried to make a sound: "Stupid...you stupid superstitious body...you missed...the new world..."

Zhu Rong's torn chest was full of precision parts, and its "click" mechanical core was smashed by Asura. This caused problems in its program, and the words became extremely stuck and confused: "I have penetrated here... Artemis, the great Artemis..."

Its eyes were red again, its expression twisted into a ball, and it suddenly shouted in the flames: "Damn it, what did Su Heting give you, I lost—"

The word "lost" is stuck in its sound-generating device, and becomes infinite rebound. A string of "missing lost" indicates that it has gone out of order.

Xie Zhenshuxu held the knife, split the flame while Zhu Rong's system was roaring out of balance, and chopped off its head. Zhu Rong's limbs immediately dropped, and his head rolled to the ground.

Zhu Rongyuan folded and folded the penalty area, stuffed it into the illusion in the collapsed place, and used the reflection when the illusion was running. At this moment, they all stopped operating, and those "Suhe Pavilions" became like clouds soaked by rain, and disappeared into the fire one by one.

Asura lifted Zhu Rong's head, at this moment, Zhu Rong's headless body exploded suddenly, and in the violent shock, Xie Zhenshu died again. Only this time, instead of returning to the bench, he returned to reality.

Xie Zhenshu's pain immediately soared to the peak, his nerves jumped wildly, and his body already had adverse reactions. He reached out and unplugged the cable.

The console stopped running automatically, the room was damp, and Xie Zhenshu was covered in sweat. He turned over abruptly and vomited out in a huge dizziness. The stomach is empty, only sour water.

The officer propped up his arms, and the hair that fell from his forehead pierced his eyes. He wiped indiscriminately, like a tramp in a mess. Not long after vomiting, he got up, went to the bathroom and turned on the faucet.

The cold water rushed down from the back of his head, Xie Zhenshu buried his head until he was completely awake. He suffered many injuries, but none of them hurt like one place, as if his heart had been gouged out.

A few minutes later, Xie Zhenshu turned off the water and vomited again. He had nothing to vomit but blood, and his shirt was filthy.

But he can't stop yet, he's going to the light track area.

Xie Zhenshu gradually regained his senses, took off his shirt, and took a quick shower. Then he found the phone, and when he opened it, it was full of messages from Tuya.

【Do you want to see a doctor? I will arrange it, but he is not called a doctor now, he has another name. 】

[Brother, you can't see each other anymore, you've been holding on too tightly recently! 】

[My shop was checked. 】

[These numbers are for you, you try them all, there must be a doctor in them. 】

[Don't hit, don't hit, don't hit! ! Surveillance is everywhere! 】

[I'm going to avoid the limelight, don't call this number, please call if you need anything... It's my new number. 】

Xie Zhenshu looked at the time and directly called Tuya's new number. But he was trapped online by Zhu Rong for too long, and the new number has been invalidated. Unable to contact Tuya, Xie Zhenshu saved several numbers of suspected doctors with one click.

He opened his vault, which contained several guns. After tidying up a bit, he put on his coat and went out. It was late autumn outside, but Xingtian's armed group was already patrolling in the early morning.

"This raid was a success. Just a few hours ago, we blew up the light track area..."

Xie Zhenshu's eyes were red, as if he had been drinking all night, turning a deaf ear to the passing news broadcasts. He passed through the crowd, and he was no longer a handsome elite, but a leisurely rusher. This black windbreaker is not conspicuous, but he is conspicuous. Perhaps he should have made a plan more calmly, but he was running out of time.

He must go to Su Heting now.

"Number 852-006," Xie Zhenshu carried a heavy suitcase, and opened the gun to the members of the armed group, "Please give me a pass."

He said "please," but also had his gun ready.