Knight Does Not Need Youth Love Story

The shadow left by the flame danced back and forth on the face of the real person, making it look extremely dark and prey.

However, the light blue flame was extinguished in the next second.

"Well, let's observe first."

Coming to this strange world suddenly, Zhenren still maintained a vigilant attitude.

After half a day of observation, it found that there seemed to be no magic spirits in this world.

Naturally, there is no magician.

This made Zhenren's heart excited but also somewhat disappointed.

Ah, no one is playing, so boring.

Still, be careful.

Those conjurers might jump out of the gap like cockroaches at any time.

Looking at the sports car in front of him, real interest showed in his eyes.

This is really interesting.

When the middle-aged man was about to make a turn to stop Hiratsuka Shizuka's vehicle, Masato stretched out his hand.

"Clap."

Pale but well-knit fingers gently pinched the man's neck.

In fact, there is no sound, but the real person is very "intimate" to match the sound.

The light blue flame ignited again.

The tired man's body suddenly stiffened, and the expression on his face wrinkled into a ball, very funny.

The relationship between the soul and the body has been a topic of debate since ancient times.

Some people think that the body affects the soul, and some people think that the soul affects the body.

In the eyes of the real person, the soul is the one who is in the dominant position.

As long as the soul can be touched and its form changed, the body can also be changed accordingly.

Chapter 470: Shizuka Hiratsuka Just Wants to Go Home

The moment the cold fingers touched his neck, the body of the man who was driving stiffened instantly.

The tired expression on his face wrinkled into a ball, as if he was caught off guard and had a big quick sour lemon stuffed into his mouth.

"Inaction to change~"

A frivolous voice sounded, and the stitched face with a nasty smile slowly reached the man's ear and whispered.

In theory, real people who can change the physical form of human beings through their souls can use this ability to control human actions.

In fact real people are now experimenting with the feasibility of this ability.

For real people, violently altering a person's soul is like rolling a large ball of dough into a ball.

And this kind of fine operation is carefully threading the needle.

Although it is not impossible, it still takes a lot of effort and energy to do it well.

"Oh, that."

"It should be lighter here, and the words here should be avoided?"

"Forget it, it doesn't matter."

Inside the small car, the man's body is constantly changing with the "interesting" control of the real person.

The arm is as stiff as a marionette on a string, and it can only rotate according to the operator's thoughts.

The smooth-moving vehicles on the street suddenly swayed back and forth as if they were drunk, and almost hit the surrounding vehicles several times.

"What are you doing!"

"Can you drive!"

"Sooner or later, you bastard will be killed by a dump truck!"

The car owners who were almost affected vented their anger at the crooked car in front of them after regaining their senses.

All kinds of ugly words kept coming out.

If you think about it, it's hard for anyone to have a good temper when they were almost hit while driving normally.

But they obviously don't know that people who are killed by a dump truck can be reincarnated in dirt for as long as 2200 million.

Although the premise is that people are superior.

"What's going on behind the scenes?"

Shizuka Hiratsuka in front also noticed the movement behind him, adjusted the rearview mirror and looked at the crooked vehicle with some doubts.

Through the rearview mirror, Shizuka Hiratsuka could vaguely see the abnormal expression on the face of the middle-aged man behind.

Thinking of the expression on the driver of the big truck before, Shizuka Hiratsuka couldn't help but shudder.

No way.

Her luck shouldn't be so bad, right?

This happened twice in one day.

Can't you?

Shizuka Hiratsuka always felt that the truck driver who was completely dead might be drunk or high.

If it is just doubts about the truck driver Shizuka Hiratsuka.

Then looking at the obviously abnormal expression of the driver behind, Hiratsuka Shizu said that she was almost sure.

Shaking her head, Shizuka Hiratsuka stepped on the accelerator and accelerated away.

Speeding doesn't matter anymore, she was really psychologically shadowed by that big truck.

After that, I may not go to drag racing again for a long time.

"Hey! Don't run away!"

The real person who was fiddling with the middle-aged man's soul repeatedly yelled in dissatisfaction.

Like a child who sees his favorite toy being taken away.

The originally cautious movements immediately became rough.

Following the real person's thoughts, the man's arm gradually became twisted and grotesque.

The forearm muscles of the right hand twisted together like a vortex, and it seemed to be hit by Fang's claw bullets and Zero's iron ball.

Many tiny tentacles like plant roots sprouted from the back of the hand, spreading out and exploring.

The fingers holding the steering wheel were completely glued together, and he might not be able to take it off the steering wheel by himself.

The man's other arm continued to swell and grow like an inflated ball.

Half the seats were filled quickly.

Feeling the changes in his body, the middle-aged man's eyes were filled with despair, and a tear fell from the corner of his eyes.

He didn't know what happened, and he didn't know why this happened to him.

Before getting into the car, today was just an ordinary and dull day for him.

But soon everything changed.

His body was out of control, and he could only watch what happened.

He didn't believe in the existence of gods, and he prayed countless times in his heart, but the miracle didn't happen after all.

Control of his body still hasn't returned to him, and even this change happened soon.

'If you can, let me die. '

The man thought in despair.

Of course, just thinking about it.

No one wants to leave this beautiful world if they can.

As long as there is life there is hope.

If you die, then there is nothing.

Under the control of a real person, this ordinary commercial vehicle insisted on driving with a bohemian aura.

No one dared to get too close to it on the whole road.

After all, the car is his own, and his distress is also his own distress.

Judging from the way this guy drives, he either has a father who is an official or has a serious mental illness.

No matter which of these two kinds it is, ordinary people like them can't afford to provoke them.

Not to mention the officials.

People with serious mental illnesses will only think that the problem lies with you.

Arguing with him might even get you back.

"Haven't you seen me until now?"

Glancing at the man on the seat, the real person said calmly.

Under normal circumstances, ordinary people cannot see the existence of the curse spirit.

But there are some exceptions.

For example, when you are in a special environment, such as when you are dying.

According to the real person's guess, after being toyed with the soul for so long by its inaction transformation, this human being should almost collapse.

This did not exceed its expectations.

The middle-aged man's thinking was almost down, and he could only watch what happened.