Abyss Express

"Aren't you going to make a choice?"

Kunwu stared at Aohen Mingde's sharpest knife - he longed for this sharp blade.

"If you don't choose, I will choose for you."

Are you going to continue to live in this chaotic world? Continue to stay in this iron pot and discipline the meat dogs for Judas?

For Kunwu, this was a kind of punishment, a kind of pain like peeling off skin, bones, flesh and heart.

He does not belong to this era and is not a native of Shambhala.

He regards Taiye and even the people in the entire Eastern Continent as barbarians and as a kind of survival resource——

——Even if Kunwu has a group of wives and concubines, he will naturally not have any descendants of his family and will not have any cultural heritage as he is infertile. In Judah's eyes, this is a tool man who has worked for hundreds and thousands of years without any complaints or threats.

But now, things have taken a turn for the better.

The gunsmith was not dead and appeared in front of Wang Damin alive and kicking.

How could he let go of this opportunity? If he could be taken under his command, even if he was captured alive, he could use the ability of [Changing Fate Against Heaven] to control him and slowly torture him. One day, Kunwu would be able to use this Knife, slowly returning to the civilized world.

He wanted to go back so much that he became angry and crazy.

It's not an inexplicable, childish and innocent feeling of homesickness - for this monster, his hometown has long been completely forgotten.

There are many, many, very real reasons why he wants to return to the mortal world. This guy can tell at a glance what type of person the gunsmith is - because they are all the same, down-to-earth people.

Wang Damin hated Shambhala from the bottom of his heart.

He has absolutely no awe, let alone sympathy, for all the lives born on this continent.

"Give yourself a chance." Kunwu said this, thinking in his heart.

You need a big house with 24-hour hot water.

You need to have a moisture-proof villa by the sea, with industrial products like chicken essence, a refrigerator, and Coca-Cola in the kitchen.

There is heating in winter and air conditioning in summer.

Once connected to a wireless network, you can turn on your phone and see what is happening on the other side of the world.

I want to drive around Australia by myself, running from sunrise to sunset, and then from dusk to dawn.

Kunwu

You are no longer afraid of the sun! Because of the special spiritual power of [Changing Fate Against Heaven]!

This great power of the common cause of all living beings allows you to face the sunshine!

What else do you need? Away from these simple beauties! There is one final step to these things!

——Get the gunsmith's knife! You can leave this hellish place! Get out of this stinky place like a cesspool!

"Gunsmith, if a person cannot make an independent decision, he can only listen to the orders of others." Kunwu gradually probed into the shooting range of Fragrant Fantasy: "I think you should know this truth better than me - this is just It’s a deal, but it’s a pity that we don’t have any friendship to talk about.”

"From the fist of your soul, I can feel a deep loneliness."

"I happen to have this kind of loneliness, and I hope to cooperate with you."

"If you persist in your stubbornness, you must fight to the death. I'm afraid neither of us will end well."

"Because what you are facing is the business and family of more than 20 generations that I have worked hard to manage for hundreds of years - a city of flesh and blood built up by countless elements."

"This moral holy sword is in my hand. If you kill the people in this city, you will be unable to move anywhere in Daxia. You will never be able to capture Judah again - you are no match for me."

Seeing Kun Wu approaching step by step, Xueming couldn't call the spirit body - she had to start struggling immediately.

He was breathing heavily, trying to ease his negative emotions and prevent the risk of sudden death caused by a high heart rate. Carrying out strenuous activities rashly in a state of death was a kind of suffering and a kind of capital punishment - it felt like staying up for several days and nights. His fragile body immediately threw himself into the final sprint of the 100-meter track.

The gunsmith still didn't reply - he didn't intend to say anything more to Kunwu.

This demon is very clever. Want to follow the deception process of the Hundred-Eyed Demon to deal with Kunwu? That’s whimsical!

There is only one way to survive now, and that is to escape!

"Are you really going to run away?" At this moment, the old demon Dijiang spoke in Xueming's robe: "I can help you, young man. You can't help me with this, but I can help you." ."

This ferocious beast spoke very fast, and brought timely rain when Xueming was in trouble. The meaning was very clear, Xueming must pay the price.

"Give your body to me, and I will deal with this evil way. Your mana level is at the bottom, but I am still fully charged. How about it? I will help you overcome the disaster, so you have to express your feelings."

Xueming ignored Di Jiang's sweet words. Like Qiongqi, his ears were raw from hearing this MLM talk and he didn't want to waste any more time.

Kunwu suddenly moved because the gunsmith moved faster!

The demon was so frightened that he was afraid that the gunsmith would run away. Only when he was close could he feel that the warrior's aura was disordered and he entered the door of death. But did he have such terrifying mobility to maintain the state of the door of death? What a strong will to fight!

I saw the black-robed monk climbing over the guardrail of the porch and climbing up the wall to the second floor. Kunwu threw out a handful of stones. The broken stones immediately became a hidden weapon that broke bones and bones, hitting the gunsmith on the back - this guy Unexpectedly, he was not affected at all. A little blood spattered from the black robe, and flew away like a nimble swallow!

Kunwu followed him all the way, running through the streets and alleys. He snorted coldly in his heart.

"Run?! Let me see where you can run? How can a mere mortal body compete with a blood-granted body for endurance?"

After chasing him to a knife-forging portal called [Zheng's Golden Knife Shop], Kunwu followed into the courtyard and saw the gunsmith running wildly on the tile roof. He felt confident that there was no place to stay nearby, so he headed south of the city. If you run away, you have to leave the house.

But before Kunwu could be proud for too long, he saw the gunsmith running back the same way, leaving exactly as he came.

Most of Kunwu's patience was wasted at once. He didn't have the ability to make a light body with two wings on his back. If he wanted to get married, he would definitely be one step behind. Would he run away with this kid again?

Kunwu was not allowed to hesitate, and he saw the gunsmith climb back to the second floor of the dumpling shop, hang a clothes pole and jump to the top of the long alley facing the street. His feet seemed to be flying as he ran, and his heels did not even touch the ground.

Kunwu finally figured it out, and he slowly climbed up to the roof along the corner of the Golden Knife Shop to intercept the gunsmith on the roof. But in the blink of an eye - he was thrown down more than eighty meters.

This distance is like an abyss, no matter how hard you chase, you can't catch up.

Kunwu was not as agile as the gunsmith. He jumped into the alley and climbed over the wall, and ran quickly between the tile roofs of the courtyard like a single-plank bridge. He had already tried his best to maintain his body balance and could not get up at all.

After following him for more than half a mile, he unknowingly returned to the starting point, back to the restaurant.

"Where's the person?!" Kunwu lost track of him, but he was not discouraged.

The gunsmith can't run away. The restaurant is surrounded by meddling people inside and outside. If the black-robed monk is caught, he will never be allowed to run away. He is still hiding in the restaurant, but he doesn't know the specific location.

Kunwu had no intention of going in to search the house at first, and watched for a while on the second-floor terrace.

But after waiting for a minute, he suddenly woke up——

——The information provided by Judas also said that the gunsmith can control the sleep time, and only needs fifteen minutes of dreamless sleep to maintain two hours of mental activity.

"This guy is stalling for time! He bets that I won't dare to go in?!"

More than a minute had passed when Kun Wu wanted to understand this matter. He immediately rushed into the restaurant, kicked open the door one by one, and went to check the rooms. He checked from the first floor to the third floor, and when he arrived at the guest room where Guan Xiangxiang was, he had already passed by. A full ten minutes.

He was extremely angry, his defenses were broken, and he cursed loudly.

"Bitch! Has the gunsmith been here?!"

Guan Xiangxiang was so frightened that her face turned pale and she couldn't understand Kunwu's words.

She only knew the name Zhang Congfeng, so how could she know who a gunsmith was?

"Master, what are you asking? Who are you asking about?"

"That noble man who stood up for you! That monk!" Kunwu had no intention of killing the gunsmith and capturing the gunsmith alive, and he couldn't dispatch his soldiers to do this - because the prefect was his supervisor. Judah could understand Kunwu's thoughts from the side of the prefect regardless of any disturbance.

"I've seen it before!" Xiangxiang replied immediately.

"Where?! Stop talking nonsense! If you can't tell me, I'll kill you!" Kunwu shouted sharply.

Xiangxiang pointed to the window: "Run away! Run away! Leader, I beg you! Please don't hurt him!"

Kunwu stepped forward and kissed Xiangxiang hard, trying to find some evidence from the pheromones. He stared at the weak Zhao Jianying on the bed with confusion. The man seemed to have been awake for a while, tossing and turning in pain. He had already covered himself with a quilt and fell asleep, and his face could not be seen——

——Finding the bed, he took a look under the bed and tasted a little fear and a little luck from Xiangxiang's mouth.

Kunwu didn't believe this woman, but he couldn't find anyone under the bed, so he lifted the quilt and took a closer look. I also smelled the smell of blood. It was indeed the damage caused by throwing stones as hidden weapons. The gunsmith had really been here!

At this moment, there were exclamations from downstairs. Kunwu immediately ran to the window to take a closer look, and saw the black-robed monk knocking through the crowd and stumbling forward.

"Okay! He didn't sleep! That's right! That's right!"

"How could he have this free time to sleep? He wouldn't dare."

Kunwu felt that he had a chance to win and immediately chased after him.

He felt that his steps were getting lighter and faster, and his mood was getting better and better. When he thought of the injustice he had suffered for hundreds of years, the demon felt inexplicably sad and angry, and he actually wanted to cry.

What kind of human suffering is this?

I came from a civilized society, a beautiful world full of order, and suddenly I was thrown into this wilderness by God. Has God asked me? Has it considered my feelings? !

I was supposed to be living a comfortable, ordinary life, but all of a sudden I turned back time by a few fucking hundred years!

Hundreds of years! Even if I become a prince here! Be a prince-in-law! Be a general and prime minister! Be a local emperor! The quality of life is completely inferior to ordinary people working 9 to 5 in modern society!

If I want to put together a table of delicious dishes, I have to travel two or three fucking towns, and I have to worry about the plague and the ingredients are not fresh enough!

If you want to wear beautiful clothes, you have to order them half a month in advance, and you have to wait for the canal to flood. It depends on God's face.

I want to go out for a walk, but my God, this dirt road is so rotten and smelly. I look at the wild woods and vegetation all day long, and I have to poop on the roadside.

Relying on this head to start a family and start a business, and finally become a blood-donor body, it is just a change of place to suffer and work.

I want to escape! I want to escape from this cage! Go back to the ground!

Kunwu didn't run far, only two streets separated him, and he could catch the black-robed monk at a distance of about 600 meters.

"Yes! You have no strength! You shouldn't have any strength!"

He became more and more convinced that the gunsmith had no power to fight back. As long as he asked the Yasha girl to get into this guy's belly, everything that followed would be easy - send the gunsmith to the Yin Yang Qiankun Temple and give him time to train him carefully. The fates are tied together. It is not impossible to resist Judas and stand up to make the decision!

Return to the entrance of the decoration workshop where the glue and paint stick to the rice, and return to the street of Xiangxiang Shop.

Time passed by minute by second, and Kunwu was not in a hurry. He knew that the eagle had to endure it - if he did not endure it, the gunsmith might capsize in the sewer and be pecked out of his eyes.

"Run! Why don't you run?!" Kunwu shouted: "Turn around! Look at me!"

The black-robed monk did not respond and stood stiffly beside the archway. He could no longer run and his body was so weak that he almost collapsed.

"Hahahahahaha! Brother! Why do you think you are so troublesome?" Kunwu said with a smile, and slowly approached: "After such a big circle, you still have to fall into my hands?"

When Kunwu was on full alert, he walked up to the black-robed monk, carefully guarding against the soul power.

"you"

His eyes turned from joy to shock, from shock to anger, and finally he cursed.

"Fucking little bitch! You dare to trick me?"

Zhao Jianying wore a monk's robe and shaved her head——

——He couldn't keep his eyes open, so he steeled himself and looked at his "future home" and the small house that had just been renovated.

It was only about fifty steps away, just walking through two alleys. He still had the keys with him, but it was a pity that Xiangxiang couldn't come back with him.

"Who the hell are you calling a bastard?" Zhao Jianying took out the knife from her arms and fought fiercely with the immortal. She tried her best to save face, but she didn't have any dignity at all. "You bastard, your grandfather, I'm right here. If you want to harm me... Harm me. You.”

When Zhang Guiren fled back to the restaurant, he fell on the bed. Zhao Jianying woke up immediately. He quickly changed into a monk's robe, shaved his hair with the fruit knife, climbed out the window and ran downstairs like crazy.

Last time, a noble man shaved his face, but this time, he wanted to become a monk himself.

"His fucking mouth is quite tough!" Kunwu immediately stood up and called out Yasha sister, wanting to use Jianying's fate as a bargaining chip and continue to use the moral sword to kidnap meat tickets to threaten the gunsmith: "[Change the Destiny· Change fate against heaven]!”

"Change my life against the will of heaven?! What nonsense are you talking about! Monster! Look clearly!" Zhao Jianying yelled: "Why do you change my life! Why do you have to do it! You bastard!"

He took the knife and stabbed it hard at the vital point of his heart! I don’t want to drag down Zhang Guiren anymore, because I already owe enough debt! He can't afford it!

Scattered blood flew more than two meters high and fell on Kunwu's face, dyeing his face red and making him unable to open his eyes.

There was a big hole in his heart, just like Jianying——

——It seems like something is flowing out continuously.

"Psycho" Kunwu was short of breath for a moment. After wiping his face, he saw this thin man curled up and struggling on the ground, his blood spurting out the vague outline of a horse.

"You're crazy."

"Why? I didn't want to kill you."

Kunwu backed away little by little, he was frightened.

"That's unreasonable! Hey!"

He dragged people watching the fun on the roadside and grabbed one at random.

"Hey! What do you mean! I didn't want him to die. Why did he commit suicide all of a sudden?"

Before the passerby could answer, Kunwu began to talk to himself again, no longer daring to look into Jianying's eyes that were blind due to blood loss.

These were the last few seconds of his life, and he didn't dare to look at them.

"It's all his own fault! It's inexplicable."

"He is stupid. If there were people like him in the world, wouldn't it mean that the species would be exterminated?"

"What's wrong with me? What's wrong with me?!"

"It's all his fault! Why don't you say anything? Why? I'm from a distinguished family! Me"

"If a man doesn't do it for himself, he will be punished by heaven and earth."

It’s the same as the profile Xueming speculated later——

——Wang Damin is a living person, even if he has turned into a blood-giving monster.

The biggest difference between him and other Guild members is that he is so human-like. Like ordinary Homo sapiens, they are fragile and cannot let go of their feelings.

If this kind of thing were to be dealt with in other Platform Zero, I am afraid that the leader of each religious sect, the Wings of Light, would not blink an eye. The blood of these monsters would have been cold.

Neighbors knew that Jianying was going to get married. Under the arrangement of Yin Yang Qiankun Temple, everyone was looking forward to the marriage. They often visited the newlyweds to talk to each other about their family affairs. There was also a big-hearted uncle who envied Jianying's physique. , thinking about the good blood of the Zhao family, they have to match all the babies in advance.

But at this moment, they only saw a skinny Zhao family man who committed suicide by stabbing his heart in front of the gatehouse, and his blood spattered on the plaque.

No one dared to speak, there was only deathly silence.

A bell rang in Kunwu's head, and his heart went blank. He only wanted to break free from the clutches of fate, pursue freedom all his life, and be a bird in the sky or a dragon in the clouds.

Jianying called him a bastard in front of him, then cut off his soul power with a knife and chopped the chain into pieces.

This made him mentally and physically damaged, and even made him look decadent and old——

"——There are so many ways and you don't choose?! Am I treating you badly? Don't I give you face?"

"It's such a simple thing! Please help me! Please help me!"

"It's good for everyone! I won't treat you badly!"

Kunwu walked up to Zhao Jianying and wanted to take out the elixir from his personal clothes - it was a genuine panacea.

"Can I save you one more time? I'll save you one more time and give you a chance. You must say thank you! Do you hear me? Say thank you to brother Kunwu! Say it!"

His mind was spinning rapidly, and his face turned ferocious again.

"Do you want to die? Have you asked me? Have you asked me!!!"

Jianying's face was already full of death, his eyes were completely black, and his pupils were dilated. A dying roar came from his throat.

"Jiang Xueming!!!————"

Before the knife was pulled out, the ventricular valve was broken, and the blood surged out along with the heartbeat and roar.

"Written off!"

"Jiang Xueming!"

Zhao Jianying finally knew Zhang Guiren's real name, and it was only in the last moments of his life that he heard this name - he was always deceived, seduced by desires, bewitched by all kinds of demons, and suffered from natural and man-made disasters. Taking away something important in life. It's a pity that he is not brave. When he becomes brave, there is no Taoist to protect him, and there is no blessing like a fairy tale.

He couldn't wait until Kun Wu came to rescue him, nor could he wait until the chains of [Change the Destiny·Change the Destiny] were fastened on him again.

Jianying was determined and followed the stabbing and cutting knife technique of the knight's combat skills. He pulled the handle fiercely and made a cross cut along the ribs. When he pulled out the knife, he saw two Death Gods - Black and White Wuchang patted him on the shoulder, and he left immediately. body.

Look at Kunwu hurriedly holding the body and pouring the elixir. Zhao Jianying's body didn't move, and the demons were stunned.

"Dead? Dead?"

Kunwu turned Jianying's body over and over. The wound on his heart had healed. He wanted to find other wounds, but this body had no soul and nothing left. It became an empty shell and kept leaking feces and urine.

"Dead? Haha"

Kunwu just thought it was ridiculous, and he started to cry again, inexplicably, he didn't know why!

"Dead? Is there the only way to die? Haha. Haha. Is there only one way to die? Hahaha."

That's right——

——He is dead.