The prisoner and the sea

Chapter 320
evening.

The fellow under the tea festival was a little calmer.

But the hotter scene will break out in the middle of the night.

The curfew suppressed the hedonistic atmosphere for a long time.

Orderly guide the outbreak.

This is what Long Yan does. Gwen can't judge whether it is good or bad, but it is a good thing to be able to order takeaway at night, which is really cool.

The handsome boy with black hair and red eyes thanked the ranger who delivered the food.

Walking back to the train, the long hair turned into spider-like feet behind him and climbed up the train wall.

Jump back onto the grass from a slightly higher windbreak wall.

Back to the main tower.

...

When Gwen entered the door, her long hair was gathered into a side ponytail.

He kicked off his shoes and walked into the lounge with great momentum, and put the takeaway on the table.

Looked up.

Like a mother, she showed an expression of "mama is very disappointed" to the brothers and sisters cat lamps who looked over one after another.

He lowered his head and took out the takeaway box.

"Grilled tomato and squid set?"

"Mine!" Welji the cat and the cat and the mantle rushed out like lightning.

If Ms. Rabbit Manul was so active in running, surely she wouldn't gain another pound, would she?

Gwen rubbed her eyes, feeling that the mantle could soon turn into a Stuka.

"Parsnips, radishes and sausage combo?"

"I've wanted to eat it for a long time!" Huo Huo ran over.

"Pork chop baked with mashed potatoes?"

Curseblade walked over with a pipe in his mouth and walked over with an unrecognizable pace, the kind of walking with fists down, elbows out, buttocks raised high.

"Funny!" Gwen smiled and tapped on Curseblade's head on tiptoe.

"Borbori soup with sausages, mashed white potatoes and garlic bread?"

Pretending not to say a word, ran in small steps, trying to show that "you can't see me", the rabbit man and cat slipped over again...

"Hey!" Gwen grabbed the manul's face with both hands.

"Look!" He gritted his teeth, "What is this? What is this in my hand?"

"...Fat, fat cat." Tuman said this unwillingly.

"Red Dog!"

The red dog who is reading a book follows the sound like a hound. She has a big stride and a big swing of her left hand. The overall movement is elegant. Although she looks like a hound, she is also stretched and vigorous like a cheetah. The streamlined muscles make the sisters Salivating.

Men overfit to attract the same sex.

A woman who overworks out will be like a red dog. If she posted a picture of her abdominal muscles in her previous life, it would be full of sick men and women of 'sister supermarket me'.

Gwen glanced at it, but she didn't want to let the other party enter her thoughts hard.

Just a little jealous.

This figure!
This waist!

This young man!

He grabbed the mantle, turned it over and pushed it to the red dog: "I will supervise her later and have to do a set of exercises with the Rons! Every day at the same time."

"Oh... ouch!" The red dog struggled to catch the mantle.

"I don't want it!" loudly.

There was a slight smile on Red Dog's face.

"I'm Wilkie, why do you have the heart to let me run with these stupid dogs?"

There was no smile on Red Dog's face.

Manul is a race sunspot.

People in Utopia are like this, and those who are not of this race are extremely black. Gwen hoped that Miss Red Dog would recall why she helped to transport things today when she was irritated by the scorpion—because Red Dog crazily told Lute jokes in front of the Curse Blade.

"Two groups, she is a little fatter than before."

"Wow!"

Gwen finished distributing the takeout satisfactorily, leaving one bag at the end:
"Whose two grilled pork chops, ham, and egg baked rice?"

After finishing speaking, I was surprised: "Hey hey hey!"

Who ordered it?
Who ordered the rice!Super expensive, okay?

The rice in Utopia is a bit longer than the rice in the previous life, and the taste is a bit tougher. If you like to eat rice in soup, risotto, and baked rice, you should like the rice here very much, right?
no no no...

This is not critical.

Really, when something happens, I can't talk anymore.

woo...

In short, very expensive!
Gwen couldn't remember how much the rice cost on the takeaway order he saw, but it was a price that he couldn't even eat every day now.Oh, the takeaway at the Sucha Festival has also increased in price!The price increase of 50.00% is clearly set by the government.

"Should it be coral?" Middleria said.

The accountant lady ordered a steak and mashed potatoes, which was considered extravagant, and the seller even gave her two glasses of liqueur.

Middlelia can be regarded as the Princess of the Countryman.

Looking forward to Long Yan, but also learning from Long Yan.

He is also one of the very few apprentices of Long Yan.

But even this kind of person would not dare to take out two portions of rice at the tea festival!

Also coral.

Coral is considered a rich woman... no, Fu Changnian?
Gwen remembered that once she saw a whole box of pearls in the other party's room...

...

Seeing that Coral was dressed in a cool outfit that didn't look like a rich kid's attire, Gwen put down the food box.

"It's really a luxury." He couldn't help saying sourly.

Coral looked surprised: "It's here, okay, have you arrived together? Huh ha, I've wanted to treat you to a meal for a long time. Living here has also brought a lot of pressure to you. Please eat, please eat, yue Let's enjoy the food together during the tea festival!"

"How dare you?"

Gwen's ass is done down.

Although she looked dignified, she was as impatient as a plump married woman who sat down gently touching the knee of a strong man sitting opposite her with the soles of her feet covered in black stockings.

There is no way, if someone uses this kind of rice trap to tempt himself.

Being fooled is inevitable.

"When you say you're sorry, please stand up and walk to the gate at the same speed as you are running away from a hound?"

"ruthless."

"Hey~" Coral is easy to be happy, he is not the kind of depressed beautiful boy, nor is he the sensitive one like Spark, if he had to say it, he is somewhat similar to Laura.

straightforward.

A strong man who doesn't hide his sexual desire.

However, it is also a rare person whose brain circuit can keep up with Gwen.The two often chat together, sometimes the topic can be about what to do with Little Cake, and sometimes it can be about whether Long Yan's administration will bring about bad results.It's a pleasant conversation partner.

Therefore, during the meal, the two inevitably talked about today's anecdotes.

"I met a woman, a mature woman."

"Oh oh, congratulations?"

"... "

"Just kidding, don't show this expression of wanting to strangle me, or I'll be really excited."

Coral shows the straightforward desire just like the lustful and beautiful boy described by Mr. Suilong O.

Gwen didn't have a clue about the idea.

He pressed his lips tightly.

"There's something wrong with the source force on this person, I feel a very weird source force."

"Please tell me." Don't look at Coral, he is similar to Laura, who doesn't seem to be a serious person on the outside, and has his own research project on the source of power.

Honestly, people like Coral and Laura.

The type of super researcher who might get kidnapped in a superhero movie.

Laura was a little worse.

It is possible to play the heroine in a 3D movie led by FOW or a 3D movie made by opiumud. Although the blonde hair and blue eyes are a bit old-fashioned, the old-fashioned means that this kind of seductive desire does not contain any other elements.

Simple se, simple burning.

That's it.

"The source power of this woman is like some kind of splicing object. Have you ever played with building blocks? It's like mixing two different building block products together. It's no longer a simple source power, but more like a chimera source." force."

Let go of the topic of source power if you say a digression.

Gwen's perception is undoubtedly at the level of the world's top source force. Although he himself wants to replace all this keen perception with the strength of the source force, it is a pity that he can't, otherwise he can go to the dragon now. Yanmen jumped at Long Yan's face, and knocked off the armor man's helmet, so that everyone can see who he is.

With amazing power perception.

Gwen can predict the future to a certain extent, and can also perceive in what areas he will train to achieve results. He can even know where he is going without looking at the strategy to reap the benefits of "defeating CG". You don't need to understand at all to watch your own defeat CG.

but.

Saying so.

Maybe it's better to keep the status quo?
History is full of examples of higher perception, but without exception, madness is the only ending.

The prerequisite for Gwen's 'top perception in the world' is to ignore the madman.

But understand the appearance of a thing.

It doesn't mean you understand what he means.

Gwen is like a confused person who sees some symbols in the firelight, and tells the appearance he sees to the fortune-teller who can interpret everything.

What does it mean to piece together the source power?
...

The high slopes of Hot Spring Mountain.

The minions of the immortals in black robes overlooked the boiling hot spring pool, muttering to themselves:
"…not enough."

my curse...

my revenge...

my resentment...

that's it?how is this possible!how can!

I will never allow it!
What the cursed in black craves is destruction, what she wants to achieve is the result of the destruction of that stupid train.

The immortals will naturally not allow it, and naturally they will not expect it.

This world is like a petri dish, like a pasture. As the most powerful group in the pasture, the immortals naturally hope not to destroy the pasture.The Immortal Boccarotna sheltered her, hoping to take control of the Homelander in this way.

but…

Who are you hooking up with?
Although I have been minionized, my noble and proud head has never been lowered.

plan?

Aha!

My plan is to destroy everything, but your plan for the Eternals?Hey, hope next time you find an obedient dog instead of a vengeful wolf.

The black-robed girl let out a sarcastic laugh.

Although she has been crowned with the identity and power of the minion of the immortals, no one has gone further and deeper than her in the fight against the immortals!

"Dragon... Yan..."

There was a gurgling sound in her throat.

Hatred.

It is the oldest, longest lasting and deepest social relationship of human beings.

Thousands of years later, if a person comes to you and says she wants to fall in love, because her ancestors have received the kindness of your ancestors.This kind of story can only happen in the world of Japanese gals.

However, if this person came to seek revenge, because her family was slaughtered by your family, and her grandfather was killed by your grandfather.This is like a story that can happen in reality.

Hatred, let mankind remember.

Hatred is like a line of writing, a painting, engraved on a stone.Your ancestor's father pointed and said 'remember', and your father pointed and said 'remember'.

The black-robed girl hated Long Yan.

But this hatred is not ready to erupt right now.

She turned around and looked at the tall armored man who was slowly pacing up.

"Mr. Kadwick."

The black-robed girl wanted to let out a gloomy laugh, but remembered the evaluation of the lively plush giant cat, so she put away her unpleasant manner.

"Looks like it's recovering well."

Hu-ha... Hu-ha...

The improvised armor was not equipped with a sufficient noise reduction system.Therefore, the sound of the heavy breathing of the person who was burned into an inhuman shape, the breathing that can only ensure enough intake of exercise with the help of a powerful breathing device, is extremely oppressive.

pain.

curse.

and hate.

Without the need for a girl to confirm, one can fully understand that this man's strength has once again crossed a new level.

In the end, being kind and good can become a powerful source of power.

Or does pain shape strength?
just look!This person in front of me!
Then we can have the answer, right?

"Rain, isn't that enough?"

"Hatred, isn't that enough?"

The injury shattered Kadvik's throat, and he was only able to speak with source force.

It was cold and hoarse, without any emotional fluctuations, but it was the only sound he could make now.

"Yes, I'm afraid not enough, Mr. Kadwick."

The voice just fell.

An aura that crushed the sky suddenly appeared. Kadvik stretched out his armor-covered left hand and let out a deep roar. The broken body refined a large amount of source power, and the pain of refining source force made him even more painful, and source force But it got stronger and stronger.

The celestial phenomena have been changed.

The originally thin clouds quickly thickened and became heavier.

hiss--

First, a drop of rain tore the sky.

Then it pours down.

"Huh...ah..." Kadwick let out a deep cry of pain.

Even if the source of pain is completely transferred to practice, if you want to change the celestial phenomena on such a large scale, it will still bring unimaginable pressure to the user.

If you want to explain.

Kadvik crawled out of death again.

Almost to the point of dying again.

Just to create this torrential rain.

The black-robed girl watched quietly, but she didn't worry about whether Kadvik would collapse because she couldn't support herself.

The Avengers never go down this time.

Carrying hatred and curses is much more reliable than love and justice.

"In this way, probably enough."

It looks to the sky.

Kadwick breathed heavily, "Although I don't know why, some of my source power has been taken away, but it is easier than before to do this kind of thing, and I can still live by willpower."

"Hehehe."

"What are you laughing at?"

"Willpower."

"Am I wrong?"

The black-robed girl looked at him, and tapped her lips with her finger, "You didn't live by willpower, you've already died. You're living now because of your hatred, your desire for revenge, your line of work is still alive even now. If you die, there will be no wild dog that the god of death will come to collect the corpse."

"... "

Kadwick knew that what the other party said was right. The pain he endured to survive was already driving people crazy. This was not pain that could be overcome by willpower alone.Rather... I firmly believe that my only purpose of living in such pain is to make that person suffer even more... Only in this way can I persist.

almost.

The end of this pain.

almost.

revenge.

He turned around, suddenly thought of something, and turned back.

"Up to now, I found that I forgot one more thing."

"... "

"Your name, monster."

"... "

The black-robed girl was silent for a few seconds, with an exaggerated smile on her face:

"Deris, Deris of the Homelander, this is my name."

(End of this chapter)