Wilson's mouth twitched.

Gong Zihua took off his shoes, flew out of the railing and hit the back of his head, hitting the target!

Turning around in anger, Gong Zihua pulled his lips and sneered: "I don't even know your uncle, should I wash my eyes? Hurry up and tell your master to let me out. Speed, my patience is not good."

Wilson squinted his eyes. Although he had little contact with Gong Zihua, this little temper... is very similar.

……

Dong Gongzi was drawing a map, looking up from time to time to see the activities of the "Gongzi Huamen" on the monitor screen.

Gong Zihua's face appeared on the screen, with a scolding expression, taking off his shoes and hitting people...

Click, the pen fell out of his hand.

The servant who came over with tea was knocked down head-on——

In the sofa area, Ximen Longting, who was studying the situation of the underground kingdom, raised his face when he heard the movement.

In the eyes of outsiders, Dong Gongziche's face is always calm, calm and wise, and he has never been so flustered.

He frantically ran out of the meeting room, and when he went down the stairs, he staggered several times and almost fell because of his unsteady footsteps.

……

Gong Zihua felt that a danger was approaching, and turned around to see red lines shooting out from the eyes of all the "Gong Zihua", detecting him.

Each clone is numbered, implanted in the heart after birth, and buried with miniature bombs.

They all wear multipurpose contact lenses—

First, for the convenience of being controlled by Master Donggong;

Second, any screen you see can be transmitted at the first time at any time;

Third, it can also distinguish the same kind.

When they didn't scan the code on Gong Zihua's body, they understood that he was not a clone.

Gong Zihua was wounded all over her body, and was suddenly surrounded by countless herself.

"I'm going...what are you doing around me?"

A "Gong Zihua" rushed towards him with a hideous face!

No clone is willing to be a cell, a shadow.

They found that Gong Zihua was their real body, and they all hated it.

Gong Zihua was pushed to the ground, her head was hit hard on the cage bars, and her shoulders were torn.

Gong Zihua surrounded him, beating and biting him, he was hungry and in pain, how could he have the strength to fight back?

The head was pressed, and the body felt like the bones were being crushed by the feet...

Dong Gongziche arrived panting, and saw the scene of Gong Zihua being besieged.

His clothes were torn, his shoulder was bitten, his flesh was bloody...

Dong Gongzi paused for a moment, and roared for someone to open the cage!

"Mr. Donggong, if you open it...these clones will all rush out, it's very dangerous." Wilson frowned.

"Open the door! If something goes wrong, I'll be responsible—open—"

Gong Zihua hissed, being beaten to death by so many "selves" at the same time, this scene is very strange... and very tragic...

He actually wants to be beaten to death by his own cells?

There was the sound of the cage opening creakingly, and Dong Gongziche was holding a gun in his hand, and the guns were popping one by one.

In an instant, all the clones who bullied Gong Zihua were wiped out.

"Ache..."

Gong Zihua was dizzy, blood was dripping thickly from the eye layer, and it was blurred to some extent.

Dong Gongziche picked him up, half-sitting in his arms, gently wiped the blood from his eyes, and said in a hoarse and soft voice, "It's me."

Seeing that his whole body was torn apart, there was not a single piece of good meat...

His eye circles were red, and his hoarse voice seemed to be about to shed tears at any moment.

Gong Zihua stared at him in a daze... He must have misread, how could there be tears in Dong Gong Ziche's eyes?

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