“Humans do not need to create a kingdom of heaven…”

When Huai Shi stepped into the gate of the conference room, she heard such arrogant words.

I jumped into hell with peace of mind, showing off the end proudly, and showing off my ugly face in a scheming manner...

At that moment, what burst out in the silent lawyer's heart was anger that seemed to be enough to extend to the end of hell.

The unhappiness that had accumulated in my heart for several days had to kill Solomon's sadness with his own hands, almost like a volcano, and the denied ideal.

When everything overlaps in one place, what is triggered is an explosion without any scruples!

It's a perfect symphony without thinking!

Hammered his dog's head.

And when the broken soul reunited again, turned around and looked behind him, he was stunned again.

At this moment, behind the flute blower, layers of silver dazzling flames were shrouded in the burning soul, and the burning soul released terrifying flames like fission.

The moment the fist was clenched, the anger raged like lava.

He pulled his neck mercilessly.

He beat his dog's head again.

"Look at it?"

Huai Shi asked: "Have you seen your father before?"

When the entire regeneration plan has never been confused due to sudden changes, like a chain of bugs, the distance between the Sea of ​​Silver and the reality is infinitely closer, and the torrent of the dam will flood the entire city hall, which is super high density

The source substance distorts reality and makes matter replaced by will.

It is precisely because of this that the flute-player can complete the reconstruction so easily. But similarly, when the inner image covers the essence of the body, the hideous nature of Huai Shi's body becomes so creepy. It seems,

Just get close to it and you will be burned into ashes!

It's hard to tell which one is the real monster.

Once he started, he did not hesitate, even if the destructive element was ahead, he swung his fist and hammered it to death. He had not even been confused by his strange appearance for even a moment.

If you want to say why, in Huai Shi's eyes, there is only a human-shaped void.

It was like a crack carved out of glass, and there was no reflection at all, and there was not even a face.

For the flute player, Huai Shi's soul is completely an insulator.

There was no mapping between the two sides!

So much so that after losing the connection between the souls, the flute blower who had just been born did not even react at the first time, who was the guy who attacked him from behind.

Good, evil, mean, generous, cheerful, gloomy... All the soul profiles and lobes of Huai Shi were completely tamed to the main axis of self when they were shining into the mirror of day and night, and they were perfectly integrated into

There is nothing in one place that another self that is unwilling to admit.

This is simply the harmonious freak born after the epic processing of the path of change. Even a steel egg with a 100,000 flies cannot bite a single slit.

At this moment, a guy was talking nonsense in front of him. Even if he called himself a flute player, Huai Shi's first reaction would be tortured to death.

If you don’t have a hammer, you will hammer it to death!

"After most of the day, you don't talk about useful things at all, you're just a fool who can only secretly make trouble!

I am happy, are you happy with the mud horse?!"

boom!

With another punch, he smashed most of the body of the flute blower into a scum. Huai Shi was still unable to relieve her breath, and then punched her again!

No matter how arrogant the elements of destruction were, at this moment, he was still just a new soul made up of many soul fragments and evil thoughts, and could not be compared with the sublimator who casts steel with souls.

What's more, even the original body of the flute player is never famous for his force and military achievements in the abyss. Now he is suddenly blocked in the alley by the mentally ill country of the ideal country. He has no way to fight back except by holding his head and squatting in defense.

But even so, it still seems like an indestructible shadow, constantly condensed and reborn. Even if it is destroyed again and again by Huaishi, it still cannot be eradicated.

Until Huai Shi's movements came to an abrupt end, she pulled his neck and never punched him again.

As if waiting.

And the blurred face that quickly condensed appeared a strange smile.

"Ah, Huai Shi, haha, I knew that the way Ideal Country greets is still so exaggerated." He said: "It seems we can talk?"

"No, I just suddenly remembered a question." Huai Shi asked sincerely: "Can I answer it easily?"

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha, question? I like the question!"

The flute-player laughed jokingly: "Of course, Huai Shi, of course. Whether it is the present situation or the abyss, the reason for the destruction of the ideal country or the whereabouts of your president, no matter what it is, I can answer you!"

"No, no, no, not that complicated, my question is actually very simple."

Huai Shi looked at the abstract face and asked seriously: "I just want to know which hand did you touch her face just now?"

“…”

At that moment, the flute-player's smile frozen on his face for a moment.

Then, the flame light bursting from the source substance emerged from Huai Shi's five fingers and descended on his left arm, instantly burning the reorganized source substance!

"Is this one?"

Huai Shi asked: "Or this one?"

boom!

The right arm also disappeared without a trace along with most of the shoulders in the metal explosion.

When Huai Shi's palm was raised again, sharp iron light intertwined into a spear, which suddenly penetrated his chest, lifted him up, and nailed him to the cross that rose from the ground.

Immediately afterwards, the flames rose up from the ground and swallowed everything.

Burn!

The surging source flames quickly climbed up the temperature, like an alchemy furnace, destroying the strange structure and composition, eroding and permeating over and over again.

He gradually integrated the metalized source substance into his soul.

Since you can't kill it, it's completely burned to an unrecognizable appearance!

And in the flames, there were no tragic shouts and screams of horror, only regretful laughter, as if self-deprecating.

The flute player sighed helplessly and gave up the idea of ​​communication.

It is not worthy of being able to communicate language to the guys in the ideal country. Such a lesson should be kept in mind.

I can't show any more jokes to another person.

Besides, it should be dead...

At that moment, the sound of rupture sounded from the flames.

A fatal crack appeared on the irresistible soul.

Huai Shi drew her sword without thinking. In the surging tide, the flame light gathered all her strength and flowed on the sword blade, as if holding the stars that were about to burst.

cut!

But then, the blade came to an abrupt end.

In another warning that emerged from the soul, hovered in front of that weird smile.

Stop!

It's Ai Qing.

He did not hesitate to tear apart his soul, and used the axe of anger as the source link as the bridge to send an order to Huai Shi.

At this moment, at this moment, Ai Qing finally saw the outline of the end of the fog, the end point that the conspiracy leads to!

Don't kill him, Huai Shi!

Don't kill him!

This is his purpose!

"Don't violate the rules, Ai Qing, we are all selected offerings."

In the short silence, on the stolen rack, the flute player looked at Ai Qing meaningfully, and his laughter was sharp: "Why do you want to stop me from fulfilling my obligations?"

Why stop me?

Besides, even if you can stop me, so what?

You can't stop that upcoming choice

At this moment, during the burning, the flute-player actually smiled and stretched out his palm. His dry fingers quickly became crystal clear at that moment, like a work of art carved from white jade.

And just above the raised fingertips, a little darkness quietly oozed out.

Sticky as ink.

It gathers the essence of the evil thoughts and differences, and the evil consequences of betrayal and killing are the crystallization of original sin that is radically cured in the soul...

That is the blood of the flute-player, which is enough to make all souls usher in the mad poison of solidification and destruction!
To be continued...