Doomsday Totem

Chapter 578 Hate
Two hours later, Tie Slag enjoyed all his pleasure, put on clean clothes, and returned to the living room refreshed, crossed his legs, sat on the sofa and drank tea.

Half an hour later, Bi Xiaolan changed into a sky-blue cheongsam embroidered with three birds in gold, her hair was tied into two strands, and two short knives pinned to her waist, she walked out of the bedroom with dull eyes, like a walking dead Like, come to the iron slag.

"Kuu..." She pulled out a short knife expressionlessly and threw it on the coffee table.

"Let's do it." Bi Xiaolan said calmly while watching Tie Slag.

"Isn't it?" Tie Slag smiled, and wanted to reach out to pull her to sit down, but she took a step back, avoiding his hand.

"Don't eat and don't wipe your mouth, I will despise you." Bi Xiaolan said with a cold face.

"Come back with me, what Biqinglan can give you, I can do the same." Tie Slag coaxed.

Bi Xiaolan was stunned for a moment, and after a while, she asked, "You said..." Her eyes wandered, and she seemed a little hesitant, "Is it all true?"

"I never lie." Iron Slag replied seriously.

Bi Xiaolan stared at him, was silent for a long time, finally sighed softly, and said, "Tie Slag, there are many things that you don't understand, and I can't say..." She looked up at the top of the tent, and said faintly, "Just Well, kill me, everything is over..."

"Do you have to do this?" Tie Slag asked suspiciously, "Following me, what's the difference? You are a clone, you have no family, no worries..."

"I have!" Bi Xiaolan interrupted him and said excitedly, "I have three thousand sisters, they are all my family, I can't betray them!"

Seeing that this direction could not be persuaded, Tie Slag immediately changed his strategy, "Actually, there is no deep hatred between me and your family. Maybe we will have a chance to cooperate in the near future. Don't you think so?"

"That's a matter of the future, and has nothing to do with me." Bi Xiaolan shook her head and said.

"We are of the brilliant lineage, and have the same origin as your spirit snake lineage, so why kill each other?" Tie Slag said sincerely.

"Are you going to do it or not!" Bi Xiaolan asked in a deep voice, staring at him closely.

"No one can force me." Tie Slag said with a frivolous smile.

"You are so cruel..." Bi Xiaolan said bitterly, picked up the dagger from the coffee table, and walked towards the desk behind her.

"Come back with me, I will take you to the movies, eat ice cream and popcorn, take you to buy clothes, take you to eat delicious food, accompany you to the playground, take a walk with you, I will also bake gerbils, Even the princess of the temple said it was delicious..." Tie Zha followed her advice carefully, but Bi Xiaolan walked slowly to the table as if she didn't hear her, and sat down.

"If I were an ordinary girl, I would have been moved by your sweet words, but unfortunately, I am not..." She took a deep breath, "I am a copy of Biqinglan, you don't understand my pursuit , it is impossible to understand..."

Just as she was speaking, she suddenly clenched the dagger tightly and stabbed it into her abdomen.

"Uh..." Blood gushed out, staining the cyan cheongsam red.

Tie Slag was taken aback, quickly took out the fire of life from the pendant, and rushed forward.

"Don't, don't come here!" Bi Xiaolan drew out the second short knife and laid it across her neck.The blade exuded a faint blue light, and on the snow-white neck, a thin line of blood was pressed out.

"Friend, you..." Tie Slag held the serum, neither in nor out.He never expected that the other party would be so decisive.

"Tie Slag, I hate you..." Bi Xiaolan gritted her teeth and said tremblingly.Crystal tears welled up and slid down her pretty face silently.

"I'm sorry, I was wrong, I shouldn't have bullied you..." Tie Slag tried to stay calm and persuaded, "My adoptive father always said that life is precious, don't talk about life and death lightly."

"I hate you!" Bi Xiaolan shouted at him, gritted her silver teeth, and swipe down with all her strength.He actually broke his guts out abruptly!The bright red viscera flowed out on the spot, which was shocking.Immediately afterwards, with a flash of a knife in her hand, she cut open the carotid artery, and blood spurted out several meters away.

Iron Slag wriggled his lips, feeling his throat was dry and unable to speak.Although he had killed many people, this was the first time he had seen such a scene.The girl who had just had a good time with him, just like this, disappeared in front of him.The taste in it is indescribably bitter.

Bi Xiaolan is too cruel to herself, if there is not enough medical equipment and professional doctors, no matter how many fires of life there are, they will not be able to save them.Under current conditions, at best her spine and brain can be preserved.But judging by her performance, she will never be willing to become a reformer.

Seeing the corpse gradually becoming silent, Tie Slag exhaled heavily, stepped forward, and hugged her down.Bi Xiaolan in her arms was still staring at him with her eyes wide open, with a look of reluctance.

"I was wrong, why not?" Tie Slag said shamelessly, and Bi Xiaolan's eyes closed.Afterwards, Iron Slag put her body on the sofa, opened a bottle of red wine, and drank glass after glass.There was blood everywhere, on the ground, on the coffee table, on the sofa, on the cabinet, the scene was extremely bloody.

A guard walked in, only took one look, turned pale with fright, and ran away.

At the same time, in the Blackwing City of the Western Continent, Quentin Modledon, the fifth heir of the family, opened the door of the study and walked in in the mansion of the Blackwing branch of Modledon.

The floor is spotless, and on both sides are bookcases tens of meters high and a circular wooden corridor. Small wooden ladders are scattered among them, giving it the taste of a classical library.

In the middle of the study room, there is a large and heavy desk, the edges and legs of the desk are engraved with simple patterns.It is made of the spine of the expedition ship "Jewel Queen", which is not only invaluable, but also carries the weight of history.

A young man put his hands on the stage, his eyes were calm and indifferent, no matter his clothes or expression, he was meticulous.

He has emerald eyes, bright and deep, not tepid.The lines of his face are very soft, but yet strong, and he is charmingly handsome.He was dressed in a pure white robe with an iron skull and cross on his chest.Sunshine came in from the floor-to-ceiling windows behind him and sprinkled on his shoulders, as if the whole person was bathed in brilliance, holy and solemn.

Every detail of his is so soft.But for some reason, looking at it as a whole, it exudes an invisible coercion, which makes people unable to help but worship.

"My dear brother, good afternoon." The young man raised his eyes, smiled slightly at Quentin, and nodded in greeting.While speaking, a lavender light flashed in his eyes, mysterious and bright, as if he could see through everything in the world.He is the first in line heir of the Blackwing family, one of the five "chosen ones" of the temple, Nordin Modleton.

The chosen one is the candidate for the Pope of the Temple.It's just that in this generation, Yugo Lombard's source power is too dazzling, shocking the past and the present, crushing all the chosen ones, so he won the title of "Princess of the Temple" to show the difference.

But the chosen one is still the top existence in the world.Even if you can't ascend to the throne, you can still join the elders' house and become a pivotal existence in the world of Silver City.

"Nodin, I'm leaving tomorrow." Quentin said dryly.He loves and hates this younger brother.Love him because he is his own brother, hate him because he has robbed him of all his rights.

"Good luck, brother," Nordin said.

"Thank you." Quentin nodded, then turned and left.In front of this younger brother, he felt a little ashamed and didn't want to stay for too long.But as soon as he turned around, he was stopped.

"Brother, please remember that you are the future head of the Black Wing family, so don't put too much thought on women..." Nuo Da said slowly.

"What do you know!" Quentin turned around and roared angrily.

"I'm sorry, did you mention your sore spot?" Nuoding said with a slight smile and opened his hands.

"Do your own thing well and leave me alone." Quentin said in a deep voice with a dark face.

"Well, let me put it another way." Nuoding put away his smile and said seriously, "The war on the Aurora plane is our chance to rise again." Over the past few years, the Chosen Ones have been suppressed by the Templar Princess , dormant in the dark, avoiding its edge.

The Chosen One, like the queen bee in a hive, will kill other hatchlings as soon as she climbs out of the hive.For the same reason, You Ge will seize every opportunity to kill other Chosen Ones.And now, You Ge joined the court for a long period of meditation.This means that they can come out to engage in activities, interfere in the political situation, and fight for their interests.

"Hmm..." Quentin fell into deep thought.

"I need you to gain more military exploits and add enough chips to us in the balance of competing for the throne," Nuoding said.

"You don't need to say this, I will try my best." Quentin said.

"No, what I mean is, make every effort to strive for the number one." Notting paused and said, "I will fully support you at all levels."

"Thank you." Quentin said calmly.

"Dear brother, Yu Ge has joined the Tribunal and is no longer under the protection of the family..." Nuo Ding stared at him and said meaningfully, "When I sit on the Pope's throne, she will be yours."

Quentin was startled for a moment, and then his face showed joy. He walked quickly to the desk, put his hands on the desk, and asked hastily, "Is... is there such a possibility!"

"Of course there is..." Nuoding raised his hand, resting his chin on the back of his hand, and said, "As the judge, she naturally cannot resist the order of the presiding judge..." He showed his white teeth and asked, "Want to Is it difficult to create opportunities?"

"Great!" Quentin exclaimed excitedly.

However, a moment later, when Quentin left the study, Nuoding looked at his back and whispered, "Idiot."

(End of this chapter)