Civilization: The bacteria built me ​​a god

If anger and rage can be turned into substance, then Xu Jingzhe's anger at this moment can definitely be described as overwhelming seawater.

Stormy waves.

He held Wang Yuan's collar as if he was holding a dying stupid dog.

His eyes were filled with sadness, and the stars in the sky could not fill them.

It had been sixteen years, and this was the first time he felt the care of his "family". That feeling was like, like... he had the capital to act like a spoiled child, be lazy, and eat and wait for death.

Wang Yuan lowered his head, bleeding from all seven orifices: "You, why do you always make things difficult for my Wang family."

Xu Jingzhe didn't say anything, and didn't even look at Bruce who attacked from behind. He walked straight to Qin Wushuang, twisted Wang Yuan's neck, and said: "Master Qin, please send Wang Yuan's body back to the Wang family."

"By the way, tell the Wang family that the people of the Li family are not dead. I, Xu Jingzhe, am Li Xiu's godson."

"As long as I am here, the Li family will be here."

"I will wipe out the entire Wang family, leaving no one alive."

Qin Wushuang looked at Xu Jingzhe and said: "Okay!"

"Thank you."

Xu Jingzhe tapped the ground with his feet, and the muscles in his calves exploded instantly, drawing a graceful arc in the air. His feet were like nails, and he fell heavily to the ground, leaving a big pit on the ground. Then, he exerted force again and jumped hundreds of meters.

He moved forward without hesitation, wanting to kill the enemy under him.

"Bang!"

The two men hit each other with all their strength, and their fists collided with each other, making a sound like thunder. Visible air waves rippled around them.

They staggered away from each other, Bruce pursed his lips, and the energy in his body surged. His punches were like a rainstorm, and he threw a hundred punches in one second.

Xu Jingzhe punched back, and the air was filled with the sound of firecrackers.

The two men fought for a short time, only thirty seconds.

However, those standing in the younger generation all looked solemn. In thirty seconds, the two men fought no less than five hundred times, and every punch was a blow. Strength, speed, physical strength, reaction ability, strength, etc., all were indispensable.

A perfect hexagonal warrior.

Xu Jingzhe's past had been dug out long ago, and it was as simple as a blank sheet of paper, with only a few scattered dots on it. The few dots represented the things that happened before he was sixteen years old.

Those things, if left on the side of the road, would be despised by stray dogs and they didn't want to look at them or hear them more.

How rare it is, not even qualified to be the information exchanged by the aunt at the village entrance.

Born in the seed area, his father disliked him for being too ugly and didn't want him. His mother's wound was bleeding because he was too ugly, staining the entire delivery room red. Later, he was adopted by the welfare home and grew up until he was sixteen years old.

As for potential, it is even more mediocre, and the overall quality barely meets the standard for entering the chemical zone.

That's it?

That's it!

That's all.

Logically speaking, this is an ordinary loser. Even if he didn't enter the contaminated area by mistake, he would have lived a dull life in the chemical zone, finding a low-level woman to marry and have children. He has two children at the age of thirty, a greasy middle-aged man at the age of forty, and walking on the street at the age of fifty, he has become a wretched uncle who glances from time to time and drools at the white and tender thighs of a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl.

When he got home and saw the mistress lying on the bed, she was plain-looking, with a shriveled butt and sagging breasts. Even if he wanted to have a passionate battle, he was powerless.

But fate played tricks on him. It was this coincidence that a genius boy was created in just one year.

Others' ten years of hard work were not as good as his one year.

So, there was the current scene, standing alone at the foot of Moslek City, fighting against Adam's five sons.

This story, if made into a movie or a TV series, would be a big hit!

Knowing that the protagonist is "alive" in the world, it will surely attract countless fans.

Xu Jingzhe and Bruce each stepped back, looking at each other with heavy expressions.

"No wonder you can drag Poseidon for a month, you still have the strength."

"I just don't understand why every time I see you, I always want to beat you up, every cytokine in your body is beating, very active." Bruce asked.

Xu Jingzhe squinted at him: "Because... I killed your clone!"

Suddenly, Bruce's killing intent almost became real, turning into an invisible square cube, locking Xu Jingzhe without leaving any gaps.

Xu Jingzhe looked at him, smiled, and was in high spirits.

The air began to flow, and the invisible killing intent was easily resolved by him, and the square cube shattered into a crystal on the ground.

"You deserve to die!" Bruce gritted his teeth.

Xu Jingzhe shrugged indifferently. In their eyes today, he was here to die. What can a 17-year-old boy do?

He is not a humanoid mecha, and he regards those who are filthy as dirt.

He still has the upper hand over Poseidon. The pink crystal petals fluttered under the city of Moslek, and the vigorous peach trees were turned into dust under his violent energy.

Peach blossoms bloomed, and branches as thick as arms dragged his steps like dragons.

So Xu Jingzhe had time to warm up with Bruce and have a verbal fight here.

Bruce's fiery red hair fluttered, and he rushed towards Xu Jingzhe at the speed of a 100-meter sprint, moving like thunder.

He didn't want to punch the handsome boy in front of him to death, and he needed to prove that he was Poseidon, but he was itching, and his body instinctively chose to fight him.

Knowing that the clone was killed by Xu Jingzhe, he had no choice.

What if Adam's five sons fight two against one?

Only the living have the right to mock the dead, and the dead have no right to shout. If his enemies are unhappy, they can dig up all his ancestors' graves.

Bruce raised his hand, and the gravel on the ground shook and floated around him.

Suddenly, Xu Jingzhe coughed up blood and became a bloody man. The pores on the surface of his body overflowed with strands of blood. The blood did not gather together and drip, but became a blood line as thick as sweat hair, moving horizontally towards Bruce.

Xu Jingzhe stood unsteadily, and his body suddenly felt empty. It was like he had a whim last night and fought with eighteen beautiful girls for three hundred rounds, and his body was hollowed out.

"Buzz~"

The music decision was performed, and the feeling of emptiness disappeared, but the blood still overflowed, like a flood that had been opened, and it could not be stopped.

He was horrified in his heart, what kind of supernatural power was this, unraveling the mystery?

The blood line moved parallel to the front of Bruce, and the sticky blood slowly condensed together, and a blood man of the same size as Xu Jingzhe appeared.

However, this "blood man" was as thin as a piece of paper, a character in a two-dimensional space, and still a three-dimensional little man away from three-dimensionality.

The blood man was terrifyingly "pure", without a trace of impurities, all Xu Jingzhe's blood.

The blood in the body was out of control, still constantly overflowing from the pores, thousands of blood threads were not broken, and the blood man's body gradually became "plump", like an invisible hand, carving.

His body was getting thinner quickly, his eye sockets were sunken, and his black hair began to turn gray...

Xu Jingzhe's eyes flashed a trace of panic, he felt his life passing away, really, he seemed to be living alone in a space, in which time was accelerated, and he was powerless.