Variety Comic: My plug-in is myself

"Since you can see me here, it means that we are destined. "

"Then let's start with you guys!"

"Give you thirty seconds to think about it, and if you're willing to surrender to me, get down on your knees now!

"-Die!"

Although Xia Yan's voice is still very calm, there are no emotional ups and downs~.

But the killing intent contained in the words seems to be able to freeze people's souls.

After hearing Xia Yan's words, the crowd that had originally shrunk into a ball of quails became noisy again, and they exchanged heads and ears to discuss with each other.

After all, no matter whether Xia Yan's declaration of war against the country just now was true or not, at least at this time, he did have the ability to control the life and death of those present.

But obviously,

There are still people who have different opinions.

"Don't let him fool you!"

Just when everyone was discussing whether Xia Yan's words were true or false, suddenly a middle-aged man with a beard and a scar on his face who looked like Yakuza stood up.

There was also an expression on his face that he had seen through the truth.

"Just like in games and comics, the ability to use will be consumed! his ability to release black monsters will definitely be consumed!"

"The fact that he did it himself when he killed the reporter just now is the evidence!"

"He must have just been scaring us, and he actually didn't have the strength to summon that black monster anymore!"

A set of inferences is reasonable, and comics and games are used to argue, which can be regarded as quoting classics.

Many people present looked at Xia Yan with some suspicion.

Xia Yan didn't refute, but looked at the man who thought he was smart with interest.

His actions have only intensified the suspicions of others.

After all, the reporter just asked a normal question, and he was blown up by Xia Yan's hammer, and now this man has already stood up to refute him openly, but he is still alive and well.

So one after another, others came forward.

"That's right, he must be bluffing!

"What else do you say about dominating this country with violence and terror, how can an individual be an opponent of the state!"

"Maybe he's barely standing now!"

"One thing to say, indeed!"

The opposition is getting louder and louder, and one-third of the people seem to agree more and more with the idea that Xia Yan is no longer blue, although they still don't dare to act rashly, but at least they have begun to criticize Xia Yan.

Hearing their increasingly arrogant words, the corners of Xia Yan's mouth rose slightly, revealing a cold smile.

He looked at everyone he spoke.

Then the blood vessels and tendons around his eyes burst out, adding a touch of hideousness and evil to his handsome countenance.

Although there is no big barrel wood clan in this world to plant the sacred tree.

But the essence of the so-called chakra is the product of the fusion of mental power and physical power, that is, the life force.

And he does not lack spiritual power, as for vitality, Xia Yan, who has mastered the ripple breathing method and has the physique of the Lunalia clan, is naturally not lacking.

The two forces converge together in the eye, merging with the pupil power of the white eye.

And then—

Released directly through the eyes!

White-eyed coercion!

An invisible impact burst out from the white eyes, setting off a storm like substance, pressing on those people with incomparable precision.

Those few people who spoke disrespectfully didn't even snort, and they were instantly crushed into a bloody foam without any resistance.

The smell of blood in the air was even stronger.

The audience was instantly silent.

The next second, as if it had been rehearsed in advance.

All the living people fell to their knees in front of Xia Yan.

I didn't even dare to take a breath in the atmosphere.

Joke!

I just released those black monsters, and although I still can't figure out what's going on, I can at least see and touch them.

Now this stare directly stares people away, what's going on!?

Magic show?

Even if it's really a magic show, they don't want to be a lucky audience themselves!

Looking at the person kneeling in front of him, Xia Yan nodded with satisfaction, and roughly looked around with a dementor.

I checked to see if they really couldn't afford to resist.

Since you don't need to read other people's minds deeply, it doesn't take much effort, just a glance is enough to confirm.

After calling out the black ghost and tearing apart a few people whose loyalty is not absolute, the loyalty of the remaining people instantly rose a few plus signs again.

Xia Yan looked up at the sky that had already darkened.

It was already dusk when he left the lab, and there was another press conference, by which time it was already visibly dark.

Although he had made a declaration to conquer the country, Natsuhiko had no intention of staying up late and working overtime.

After looking around, Xia Yan came to a female reporter with good looks and figure.

"Hey, woman. Raise your head ......"

The woman whose name was called by Xia Yan trembled very obviously, and then raised her head tremblingly. (If you read a violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

The jet-black hair is neat on the back of the head, and the face is painted with light makeup, although it looks only about 1.5 meters, but the proportions are very good, and the figure is also bumpy.

She wears a white ladies' suit.

A pretty face with a faint tear stain, looking a little pear blossom with rain.

"I look pretty cute, and my body is very good. "

As she spoke, Xia Yan's fingers gently slid over her face, wiping away the tears on her face, and as if inspecting goods, she pinched her full granary and tried the feel.

After doing this, Xia Yan nodded with satisfaction.

"What's your name. "

"Yongmei...... Eimi Hashimoto. "

"Yes, Eimi...... It's decided, I'll go to your house tonight!"

After hearing this, Eimi Hashimoto obviously understood something, and her whole body trembled even more.

Although he didn't speak, the fear in his eyes could be clearly seen, and with that pretty good face, it looked a little more weak and broken.

I almost wrote the words please don't bully me on my face.

Obviously, her appearance belongs to the royal sister type, and her figure is also very plump, and her dress is also a mature workplace style.

But at this time, she was like a helpless girl, showing a pitiful expression.

This strong sense of contrast,On the contrary, it makes people feel like they can't stop.。。 []