Li Yan looked down at his right hand, and found that the little finger, index finger, and thumb of his right hand were completely black, and the surgical elements in his body also began to frantically agitate.
flutter~
Three fingers snapped off, and fresh red blood spewed out from the wound.
""
Li Yan clenched his fist and opened it again. It took only one breath before and after, and his right hand was already intact.
[Summer Jacques]: The fourth-level genetic ability, one of the bones with the highest level five, its own cells acquire the activity that is almost impossible to be killed.
This is also the genetic ability that directly benefits Li Yan the most among the four major Jacques genes.
However, although Summer Jacques claims that his own activity is almost impossible to kill, it is limited to the physical strength of ordinary people.
? Although the newborn little finger looks the same as before, it will bleed when cut by a knife, blister when burned, and even the explosive power will drop a lot. It will take at least one or two months for it to naturally return to its previous strength.
Alas~
A deep sigh sounded behind Li Yan, Li Yan turned around calmly, and looked at the historian in the black mist.
This time, a glimpse of surprise actually gave out information.
¡¾Historist¡¿
A super ancient god born from a bottomless mouth.
Remark 1: Like most of the gods who were born in the old era but did not die, the historian's body sleeps in the deepest part of the bottomless mouth. It can only come to the world with will, and its purpose is to record the actions of the new emperor in the world. But because the soul is too old to bear the huge memory, it often confuses bards from all over the world, using various epics as its own memorandum, but with the development of the times, its confusing objects have gradually become playwrights and Actor.
?Remark 2: It brings endless emptiness and pain to human beings, as well as fame, wisdom, status, and wealth.
The historian said slowly: "In my long history of books, the decline and demise of the Cyclops is just an insignificant sum. Do you want to see something more terrifying? The flood that swept through ninety-nine percent of the land? The severe infection that spreads through the air Disease, the giant bird that supported half of the American continent? These long histories have been forgotten by the world, but they lie quietly in my history books"
Li Yan smiled: "I don't doubt Your Excellency's power, but I will not be fooled by a few plain words after winning a tough battle."
""
The historian was speechless for a while, and then sighed after a long time: "Insects with wings are really enviable. How many emperors do we have to go through before we can have a pair of wings?"
Li Yan was taken aback for a moment, and then fell into a brief shock.
"You mean?"
Li Yan said eagerly.
The historian retreated little by little into the thick black fog.
"You are not worth me to tamper with history, it will make me forget more. But I remember what you look like, Outer God! You succeeded in making me give up Dorothy, but I will forever entangle those who are connected with your blood , black-haired and black-eyed clansmenthey will become my pens and write the new history of the emperor for me."
After a while, Li Yan's face has calmed down a lot. Hearing the historian's threat, he just smiled indifferently: "This may not be a bad thing for them."
Li Yan did not hear any more responses, and the historian disappeared completely wrapped in black mist.
At the same time, Li Yan's consciousness sank into the grotesque and indescribable again.
All kinds of distorted clocks and folded curves, billions of swimming fish in the starry sky, roaring giant eyes, fleshy balls covered with tentacles and suckers, scattered white stairs and doors, inside the door is a deep red vortex. There is also a gorgeous aurora star sea.
In the end, everything came crashing down.
"During your communication with the official historian, you obtained some new information that was not recorded in Yan Zhaohui."
"Your personal ninja tried to write an exploration record about Yu Bingzi 128 in your name, and all Yan Fuxing who tried to consult or quote this exploration record must pay you some fees. At the same time, within Yan Zhaohui, some records that can only be viewed by Yan Fuxing at the level of the Seven Palaces will also be opened to you in advance. Are you allowed?"
"yes."
Li Yan opened his eyes, and his gaze returned to the front of the stage of the Black Rose Theater again.
The scene fell into a long silence.
These viewers can only see the content before the Cyclops appeared, that is, the story of Li Yan helping the steam princess to defeat the giant, but even so, they still exploded.
"What is this? Dorothy reallySo I went to act. "
"This is the worst "Lake of the Giants" I have ever seen, and there is no worse ending than this."
The crowd was so excited that many spectators left the venue angrily, and more people shouted Dorothy's name, hoping that she would come out and give herself an explanation.
Surprisingly, a well-known black performer was particularly outraged by the ending, even more than the white audience at the scene, although this version of the plot is almost the same as the one that was also shown in San Francisco a few years ago. There is almost no difference in the old version of "Lake of Giants". The only difference is that the person who helped Princess Steam kill the giant was a simple and reliable black man who sacrificed himself heroically.
"The Chinese have not contributed to this city, and they are not worthy of defeating giants with the steam princess."
he shouted angrily.
Seeing that the situation was going to be out of control, the theater had to use steam security to maintain order. Amidst the noise, Li Yan had already got up and left the theater.
The same chaotic scene not only appeared in the Black Rose Theater, but the protagonist was changed.
The copper-colored steam airship flew over the pier, and Saint Yves' face was extremely calm.
Around several railway lines leading to the new urban area of ??San Francisco, thousands of Chinese blocked the factory entrance, holding various wooden signs and slogans in their hands.
"Against the new bill!"
"Fight Discrimination, Protect Immigrants."
"The Stain of Democracy!"
The security personnel of the Enfield Arms Company were equipped with light steam armaments, and many of them carried guns, but there were too few of them. More than a dozen security personnel with guns looked at each other and were at a loss for a while.
"Unfortunately, Monsieur Saint-Yves, they don't seem to have taken your warning to heart."
Agent Duke shrugged. "These guys won't let it go. Would you like me to help? Pinkerton is a professional."
In addition to fighting crime, the Pinkerton Detective Agency is most notorious for suppressing the labor movement.
A few years ago, there was a large-scale strike at the Andrews Steel Company. Pinkerton was hired to suppress it and shot at the striking workers, killing at least fifteen people. Duke said he was a professional, and what he said was true.
"You're right," Saint-Yves sighed: "They won't let it go, heh, I originally wanted to come back from the World Expo and then spare my energy to deal with these Chinese workers. But they are too overwhelmed."
St. Yves turned to Duke: "Agent Duke, I am asking Pinkerton for employment, but I don't need your help to suppress the strike."
"I don't quite understand what you mean, Monsieur Saint-Yves?"
"Thanks to having a talented employee" St. Yves sneered, "I don't need these cheap Chinese workers for a long time." (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com