Blood Candle Keep Disciple

Chapter 479 The eternal flame

As the daughter of the Zhen family, she is above the law and reason.Even after falling out with the patriarch, he was surrounded by a killing god like Zhishi.

The long-eyed one would just let her hide and pet her; the short-eyed one had already become the kind of pet that Zhishi couldn't last long before she made an abrupt appearance.

The last time it was so humiliating was in that detective game shortly before the world was destroyed.

But at that time, I was facing opponents who had their own ghosts and bet on their lives to fight.What kind of onion is this little bastard like a horse boy?
A feeling that was too strange to make such an ordinary person get angry, but when it happened to Zhen Cheng, it only made her feel absurd.

Under Qu Yun's magic, the brain continued to operate at an overclocking state; before Zhen Cheng's instinctive emotions became angry, his rationality completed the analysis:
Although it is lively and lively, and quite exciting; but Zhen Cheng certainly knows that even if the character in front of him is not a thought body, it is just a false existence in Qu Yun's dream; it is not a flesh and blood creature with subjective will.

Considering the urgent time and the current state of the puzzle where the destiny is not yet known; for the contempt of such a "fictional character", Miss Thirteen is of course a lot of adults...

Revenge is not overnight:

"The silver carp fell in the basin,

There is no nest in the urn.

Those who speak lightly of me..."

Inspiration comes as soon as he wants it, and Zhen Cheng speaks it out.Halfway through the reading, Zhen Cheng couldn't help but smile when he tasted the wit and humor in it.

"What are you talking about?" The little gangster plucked his ears, with a confused expression on his face.It's just that those eyes have been hooked away by Zhen Cheng's gentle talking and laughing demeanor, and they are fixed on Zhen Cheng's face without moving away.

"It's not going to work anyway." After Zhen Cheng finished reading, without glancing at the little gangster, he nodded in self-satisfaction, with a smile on his face.

A second later, the boy suddenly clutched his chest and curled up on the ground twitching all over.White foam appeared in the mouth first, followed by blood foam, and the last mouthful of black blood was lifeless.

Silver carp is another name for silver carp, which was also used by ancient poets to refer to carp.When fish fall into the water basin, they will soon become deprived of oxygen, and those deprived of oxygen will swim upright in order to breathe or lose their swim bladders.

This is vertical death.

Intestine-free means Mr. Intestine-free, which refers to crabs.This thing is known to walk sideways.Once the crabs are in the urn, they are almost cooked.

This is sideways death.

So horizontal is death, vertical you don't even want to live.A knife is hidden in a smile, a prophecy is spoken, and life and death are in charge of talking and laughing.

With Zhen Cheng's current state and the control of the power of speech, without resorting to any theoretical means, it has long been a breeze to directly say a few words to kill a mortal.

After choosing the direction of inspiration to evolve his speech ability, Zhen Cheng felt more and more like a fish in water.Combining doggerel like this with rigorous and metrical five-character quatrains is already easy to come by.

And this act of following her heart made her unexpectedly deeply aware of the direct impact of the improvement of her realm on her ability and strength.This effect does not act on forces visible to the naked eye.

Of course, the number of times she can use the spirit of speech to reverse reality and the strength of the objects she can affect have greatly improved.It's just that these improvements are obviously impossible to measure with the life of a pony boy.

Zhen Cheng's clearest feeling is his own thinking speed and activity.

Yan Ling is not just talking about it.To achieve the purpose of changing reality, just like the arcanist of the core school of all things needs to manipulate arcane elements and use the laws of physics, detailed and complex conditions must be met.

Zhen Cheng's speech spirit needs a delicate form to achieve balance benchmarks such as flatness, rhyme, duality, metaphor extension, and even overall conception, etc., before it can effectively act on realistic goals.

It's just that this kind of standard is ever-changing with the specific timing and environment and the target of the spell, so it's hard to sum up a clear rule in a few words.

The choice she made during the last time of Yuewei sublimation was to use the aesthetic sensibility to engrave the "effective" language into her instinct in a way that can only be understood and unspeakable. , more flexible casting.

On the contrary, it is more like another choice of "a magician should have a way of thinking", which is to analyze and understand the specific role and effectiveness of each type of rhetorical usage in detail, sacrificing the speed of casting spells in pursuit of more precise effects.

In this dreamland of decedents who become benevolent if they become gods, Zhen Cheng clearly realized that the subtle balance, rhythm and implication in literary poetry were directly generated in his mind at an incredible speed.

In the past, she seemed to be eloquent in battle because she was already preparing to cast spells in secret, quietly deliberating whether the words and sentences of each of her words were more sufficient to achieve the desired effect.

And the five-character quatrain that cursed the boy who killed the horse boy just now was blurted out without thinking.

It's not that you don't really need to use your brain to conceive, but the speed of conceiving is so fast that even Zhen Cheng doesn't realize it, and it's completed subconsciously like a heartbeat and breathing.

This change in the hall has obviously affected the attitudes of several people, which further shows that they are not as simple as the thought body.

The prostitute stared wide-eyed in disbelief, flinched back, and no longer dared to raise her head to speak; the tattooed man didn't see the frivolity before, and cautiously looked at the harmless "little beauty" in front of him with his arms folded.

At this time, the fourth door opened silently.A man with dead fish eyes stepped out of it.He was calm and relaxed, with an expression of being in control of the overall situation.

He looked at the corpse on the ground indifferently, with a sly gleam in his eyes, and said sternly: "I am a policeman, please ask this lady to go back with me to investigate..."

"Go to your room to investigate?" Before Si Yuyan finished speaking, Zhen Cheng replied: "I don't know where to start to complain about your speech full of questions.

Not to mention that I have never encountered a policeman who dared to arrest me in this life.The three of us are standing here, why do you want to investigate my little girl as soon as you open your mouth?

Not to mention the big guy with tattoos all over his body, the sister next to me looks less like a good person than me, right? "

"Of course it's because..." Si Yuyan's logic was rigorous and watertight: "They are all staring at you cautiously."

Even because of the young man who died tragically on the ground, he didn't rashly go up and touch Zhen Cheng.

It's really interesting, Zhen Cheng was full of jokes, she began to wonder what kind of humanoid creatures there were in the hall who were asking and answering questions with her.

She recalled her experience of success and failure in cracking Qu Yun's dreams in the past in class exercises, and smiled:
"You see, Miss Ben is not so easy to fool. Since your purpose is so obvious, why not distinguish each other clearly and have a fight.

Who wins, who do I go with, how? "

(End of this chapter)