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    Return from the 900th Floor Text Volume Chapter 438 The Wind Rises The skinny boy died.

    Killed by Wang Wen himself.

    After Wang Wen's personal test guarantee and the effect of blood rebirth through experiments with mosquitoes, the boy walked away peacefully.

    Wang Wen has killed a lot of people, and countless heads have been crushed with his giant energy hands, but he has never had such a hard time like this time.

    After all, he has been hesitating in the tower, and he didn't make up his mind to ask the boy to help him "die once" until he got out of the tower.

    Fortunately, the blood of the blood demon royal family did not produce moths, and the human-shaped blood cocoon appeared smoothly, otherwise it may be a nightmare for a lifetime.

    However, in this experiment, the appearance of the reborn boy did not change much, and his expression was as confused as before.

    He looked at Wang Wen suspiciously and asked, "How is it? Has the experiment started?"

    Several people who watched the whole process looked at each other in blank dismay.

    Wang Wen frowned, and tried to ask the boy, "Is there no change in your memory?"

    "Huh?" The boy racked his brains carefully, recalling the memories in his mind.

    Slowly shook his head.

    His gaze scanned the faces of the people around him,

    He reasoned with some unease: "Seeing your appearance, I boldly guess that I should have died in vain."

    Ren Ruanruan walked to Wang Wen's side and asked hesitantly: "Is the rebirth of the bloodline invalid? Or is there no problem with the memory itself?"

    "Neither." Wang Wen stared at the skinny boy strangely.

    It doesn't take much thinking to see the oddity in this.

    Because even if there are no other memories, there should always be memories from before reincarnation in the previous life.

    Now that there is nothing, it proves that there is definitely a problem!

    Wang Wen thought about it.

    Call out the face that has been silent for a long time, point to the thin boy and say to it: "See what's wrong with his memory."

    It has been a long time since the human face was defeated by the joint efforts of Wang Wen and Tathagata.

    This time it was called out actively, and it was assigned to work before it even had time to take a breath, and it seemed very upset.

    Floating around on the metal ball, he opened his mouth and cursed angrily: "Too much deceit! Observing this level of information will consume a lot of energy for me! Last time I was in a hurry to see yours, but now  And let me look at other people! It's really deceiving!!"

    After listening to this.

    Wang Wen nodded: "I couldn't believe your ability before, but now that you are so angry, I feel more at ease."

    The man looked at him in shock, trembling with anger and unable to speak.

    "Since it's energy, it's easy to handle." Wang Wen ignored the emotion on the face, and condensed a bright little sun and handed it to it: "Tell me, how much energy do you need for one observation? I'll pay if the price is right."  .¡±

    Seeing the little sun in Wang Min's palm, the human face was almost drooling, and hurriedly quoted: "At least five one hundred at a time!"

    Mo Ran, the former head of the upper group of the Intelligence Department of the First Foundation, and the director of the Department of Physical Fitness of the Fifth District College, welcomed a special guest today.

    This person was dressed in a black robe, had a mysterious demeanor, a strange expression, and a smile that seemed to be constipated.

    At that time, Mo Ran was sweating profusely for training, and when he saw the guard of the college bringing a stranger over, he didn't stop what he was doing, and punched himself.

    The man in black stood quietly by the side and watched for a while, then exclaimed: "Team Leader Mo really lives up to his reputation. He has already reached the 700th floor and still works so hard. He is indeed a model tower climber."

    Moran paused, picked up a towel and wiped his face, and asked lightly, "What's the matter?"

    The man in black glanced at the guard beside him, and said with a smile without hesitation: "Presumably, Team Leader Mo has already met my companion and our high priest, so I will talk openly and honestly. I am here today to talk to Mo  The team leader is talking about a business"

    "Bang bang."

    After wiping off his sweat, Mo Ran threw away the towel and continued to immerse himself in training, seemingly uninterested in the so-called "business".

    In fact, the moment the other party revealed his identity, he didn't bother to care about this person anymore.

    In Mo Ran's view, the only possible communication between the east and west continents is fighting.

    Unless one day he needs to go to the battlefield to beat up people in the Western Continent, he doesn't want to pay attention to anything.

    So far, the people in the Western Continent have been explicitly told by Wang Wen that they cannot be beaten "temporarily".

    Since you can't fight.

    So what else is there to talk about?

    Mo Ran rolled his eyes and punched impatiently.On a platform that looked like a large sacrificial hall, several rows of people wearing robes of different colors stood neatly.

    In the middle of the platform, there was a red-robed high priest who did not know when to return to the Western Continent.

    At this time, a man in black robes beside her reported in a low voice: "The latest news, as of now, nearly 80% of the personnel on the 300th and 400th floors have been controlled. In addition, there are 14 people on the 500th floor, and 59 people on the 600th floor.  "

    Wearing a white mask, the red-robed high priest couldn't see her expression clearly, so she asked softly, "Why are there more six hundred floors than five hundred?"

    The black-robed man bent down and replied: "The ones on the 600th floor are mainly members of that person's bug hunting team."

    The high priest nodded slowly, and continued to ask: "How is the progress of those above the six hundredth floor?"

    "Uh." The man in black hesitated a bit: "Still working hard, the resistance is relatively strong."

    "There is no time, speed up." The high priest paused, and his voice became low: "It's okay to be rough, any sacrifice is worth it for the sake of the plan."

    The man in black bowed respectfully and bowed his head to take orders to retreat.
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