Doomsday Wonderland

Chapter 1874 the novelist Lin Sanjiu

I'm so sleepy... The puppeteer is a good card... There are about 600 words left in this chapter, but I don't guarantee the time...

…It can’t be wrong, this man has the “breath” of his sister.

Ji Shanqing stood there stiffly, his eyes fixedly falling on the uninvited guest in front of him, for a while, a little bit trance and a little bit of crying. He was separated from his sister for a short while, as if he had initiated a continuous low-grade fever, his mind was clouded; as soon as he felt "sister" from this man, he almost immediately wanted to get in and take a deep breath. That breath penetrated into the internal organs—but an uncontrollable disgust rose.

"...Who are you?" He tried not to tremble in his voice, "What's your name?"

The visitor was very gracious, and he never showed any intention to make a surprise attack when he was not prepared—maybe he was too confident in himself.

"Spartan,"

When he answered, his tone was even a little brisk, as if nothing major happened right now. His shoulder-length blond hair hasn't been trimmed for a while, he just grabbed it at random behind his head, and his golden hair strayed messily around his ears. If you look closely, you can still see a bit of vague fatigue from the light green and the newly born stubble-as if this man has just traveled a long way just to appear in front of Ji Shanqing. Tell him to realize the cold determination of the world against him.

"You are the owner of this house?"

Spaan rubbed his neck, and looked around the courtyard as he asked. He has a leisurely posture, and if he is seen by someone who doesn't know, he might even think that these are just two friends chatting.

Ji Shanqing thought of the famous brand at the door. "Yes, Lin Shanqing." He whispered, "...Why did you come here? You are different from everyone else. You found this place on your own initiative, didn't you?"

Spaan raised his eyebrows, and his dark green eyes flashed with surprise, like the gleam of the early morning sun on the forest. Fortunately, Ji Shanqing does not have a gender. Otherwise, it would be difficult to remain indifferent to whoever changes—"How did you know?" Sbaan asked with interest, "Is it ability?"

…It may not be accurate to say that what Ji Shanqing felt was the "breath" of her sister. Speaking of which, I have to thank Bohemia; if he hadn’t found a pair of evolutionary brothers with interesting capabilities from her memory, and traced back to one of them, analyzed the hairy man’s data, I'm afraid that even if he is a data body, he can't find the "ripples" that oscillate and intersect between the man and his sister in front of him-when people meet people, they will have ripples in each other's fate.

Thinking about it this way, maybe it's a good thing to see this person... Ji Shanqing couldn't help but smile.

My sister was completely cut off from the outside world at this time. Before she regained consciousness and came out of the water tank, this was a perfect opportunity for him to cut the connection between this person and her sister.

"You are more than one person," he listened attentively, without answering Spartan's question. "Mr. Ito was caught by your companions, right? Why didn't I hear their voices?"

Spaan sighed, even though it was so light, it still gave people the illusion that he felt the warmth in his breath.

"I have to go in," he smiled calmly and softly, "I have no malice against you. After I find the person I am looking for, if you are still alive, I will return your house to you."

The physical combat power of this gift pack is not good, but Spartan's combat power seems to be particularly tyrannical-before his words fall, Ji Shanqing leaned forward, hurriedly avoided a few steps to the side, and pointed both hands at him at the same time. He lifted it up; this trick was almost a omnipotent trick, but this time, before his fingers touched to form a picture frame shape, Sbaan’s shadow suddenly followed and bullied him close. Tan, then firmly grabbed his wrist.

…Until being pinched, Ji Shanqing hadn't had time to respond.

"It will be a little painful," Spaan smiled, as if sunlight were falling on the snow, and took a breath and said, "Sorry."

As he swiped his hand down, with a "click", Ji Shanqing's forearm was folded in half, and the pain immediately pierced into his mind.

The strength of the opponent can hardly be described as “tyrannical”—just like a mortal suddenly encounters a new physical law, Ji Shanqing has almost no resistance except for leaning over and obeying. Tugged forward and bent down. He had just "cocked" in his heart, and then a heavy and fierce force slammed into his back; where the spine could withstand this force, it suddenly seemed like a string of beads with a broken thread. The knots broke apart, and people fell heavily to the ground.

However, as soon as Ji Shanqing fell, Spaan suddenly heard the alarm and leaped back. Unlike many skilled people, when others are jumping and fighting, they are really just When he jumped and fought, he always seemed to be respectfully flattered by everything around him when he acted. Leave space.

"You are not strong enough to take this house," Spaan stood up straight, then let out that breath. His breathing and expression were as calm as if he had never moved: "...Your killing was somewhere else."

Pain is nothing, compared with the time he was tortured and tumbling in the endless darkness, the physical pain was alive and well. Ji Shanqing moved the broken hand and placed it on the ground; when he supported himself with it and slowly got up, the broken bones in his body gradually healed together again. Seeing that the injury he caused healed in the blink of an eye, Spartan only raised his eyebrows slightly, not surprised.

"You just said...you're looking for someone? Whom?"

Ji Shanqing raised her head and asked in a low voice. The intersection between this person and his sister is obviously deeper than he imagined. When the two are too close, the gift package will even be shocked by the "breath" of his body because of the causal relationship with his sister. ; In addition, the opponent's skill and speed are indeed extremely swift and violent. Finding an opportunity to attack it is almost like reaching into a ball of lava.

"...An old friend." Spar settled down and replied.

Then you can't even let you find her.

"I'm not as skilled as others, but I can give you this villa." Ji Shanqing wiped his mouth with his sleeve and smiled: "Well, you can go in."

Spaan still stood motionless.

"What's the matter? You are so much stronger than me. Are you still afraid of a sneak attack behind me?" Ji Shanqing tilted his head and snapped his fingers. The door of the villa opened and slid a crack in the door. "Don't you need this villa?"