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The Eighth World 5
Fine beads of sweat covered his forehead.
Zhou Bai¡¯s long eyebrows were furrowed, his eyes were solemnly closed, and his golden eyelashes hung on his cold face, like the only bright color in the ice and snow, trembling slightly like butterfly wings.
All sounds, colors, lights and shadows seem to be slowly fading away, fading into an old gray monotonous background, and time seems to be slowing down and eventually coming to a standstill.
Zhou Bai was immersed in his own spiritual sea, with the memory brought from the previous world floating in front of his eyes.
The milky white mass swayed gently in his spiritual sea, flowing as if changing into irregular shapes. It looked small and harmless, but the huge and pure energy contained in it was impossible to ignore.
Zhou Bai carefully caressed the memory with his mind. It softly changed shape with his movements, radiating warm energy to the surroundings - it felt extremely strange, yet extremely familiar, and the old familiarity seemed to After tens of millions of years of changes, although things and people have changed, it still retains the timeless breath of the deepest soul.
There were faded memories that Zhou Bai thought he had long forgotten, but only after he was truly awakened did he realize that he had never gotten out of it.
His original plane, world numbered zero - the beginning of everything, the original origin.
The memory seemed to be able to recognize the fluctuations of Zhou Bai's mental power. It wrapped around him softly and obediently, releasing waves of pure white energy. Although it was slow, it was visibly repairing him from the previous world. Backlash pops up the damage received.
This was much easier than he thought.
Zhou Bai opened his eyes, but the complex expression in his eyes was difficult to dissipate.
He remembers Wen Sa. Although his memory has long been blurred by time, the memory of that period before the darkness came was unprecedentedly calm and soft, allowing him to still remember that time and the chance encounters he had during that time even after tens of millions of years. friends.
He just never thinks about it.
Because every review will be the second time of Lingchi, and those scars that were deliberately forgotten will drip with blood again. They have never healed. Even if he does not recall them, they will secretly hurt in his subconscious, cutting and burning his nerves, like a A never-ending torture. That memory always screamed in the back of his mind.
With painful struggle and vengeful rage, longing for the watering of blood, he slowly used poisonous flames to mold his heart into a cruel and extreme, vicious and cruel iron stone.
As if he drank poisoned wine again, violent colors flashed in Zhou Bai's eyes, and his light-colored eyes that were neither gray nor blue seemed to suddenly become vivid and vivid, showing a cold and cruel steel blue.
He closed his eyes tightly and used his self-control to deeply bury the bloodthirsty and morbid impulse in his heart.
That¡¯s it for today.
Zhou Bai murmured to himself in a low voice. Then he firmly and resolutely withdrew his consciousness from the spiritual sea, leaving only the milky white memory slowly repairing his fragmented spiritual body.
He opened his eyes, and the oval light body above his head reflected on the gray-blue irises, clearly reflecting every trace in his eyes. Under the light golden eyelashes, they looked like the dark sky or the moist cold. Abyss, true emotions are deeply hidden in the colorful spots of light.
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The image of this new warden obviously left a deep impression on everyone.
¡ª¡ªWhether it is a jailer or a prisoner.
This place seems to be a noisy and dirty ocean, with the smell of blood and sin mixed with conspiracy and putrefaction swirling and flowing in every wave. ¡õ¡õ and the stench of cowardice complement each other and encourage each other. Either you will be swallowed up by me, or I will be conquered by him.
And today, in this ocean, every wave, every whisper, every secret eye contact and secret communication and secret word transmission, all revolve around the same name:
Joe Riddle.
who is he? where is he from? What's the background? What's the purpose?
Everyone is passing on doubts and incomprehensible looks and messages. I don¡¯t know how many people are tossing and turning at night, unable to figure out the answer.
Of course, the family background of Evans Joridel has been completely exposed by people with flexible connections and sophisticated means, without hiding anything. But it is precisely because of this that everyone feels elusive and helpless.
The few words in the folder summarized his pampered, flat and transparent life. ?The data from several tests on the results of the aristocratic school showed his experience and development from childhood to adulthood. ¡ª¡ªThe same beautiful and delicate skin, blond skin, and handsome features. But he was almost completely different from the man on the high platform.
That "Joridel"'s overwhelming, almost frightening momentum, extraordinary, exquisite control, and overwhelming power are absolutely unforgettable. It is almost completely different from the "domineering" and "arrogant and extravagant" recorded in that material.
As long as you have seen him, no one can ignore him, and no one will forget his existence.
So how come he is so unknown that almost no one knows about him?
A slender hand gently clasped the document, and the tip of the slightly long white index finger lightly tapped the tabletop, just right between the eyebrows of the holographic image in the document.
Inside Stka Prison
Shen Chen sat alone in a corner, studying the small space between his feet with his eyes lowered, as if he wanted to spend the precious free time in the prison by seeing through the ground.
Although this "ventilation" located hundreds of feet underground only has artificial air blasts set by machines and fixed intermittently, this place allows the prisoners to take off their shackles for a short period of time because it allows them to engage in all kinds of swearing and rape. precious.
And the jailers have always turned a blind eye. Unless there is a bloodshed that threatens human life, they usually turn a blind eye.
Insults, curses, and obscene words were heard in his ears, while Shen Chen watched and cared, sitting alone in the corner. Since the aliens and ordinary humans were separated from each other, the guards here were much looser than those on the alien side, and Shen Chen was able to keep quiet alone.
As a hybrid of alien and human, Shen Chen has powers that are not inferior to those of ordinary aliens. However, in this prison, the tightness of detention for ordinary people and strangers is very different. In order to achieve the purpose of his imprisonment, he had to take his mother's surname and hide his superpowers in order to gain more benefits after the mission was completed. A chance to escape.
So when the warden revealed his father's surname, he panicked for a moment. He thought that the warden would reveal his supernatural powers and classify him as a foreigner's prison. He would also add hundreds of years of imprisonment to his sentence. Not only would his mission be over, but his life would basically be over.
But unexpectedly, the other party just tapped him to give him a hint and then put him back. Then he tossed and turned in his small prison cell all night, but didn't notice any movement from the other party. And the trace of luck he had had was shattered a few days ago - Joe Riddle used ruthless means to prove that he was not a short-sighted and weak persimmon.
This made him simply bewildered.
Experience tells him that at this time, he should stand still and wait to see what happens next. But his instinct told him that it was better to hurry up.
Shen Chen listened to his intuition.
"Buzz¡ª¡ª" the harsh alarm sound sounded, and it was time to rotate.
Shen Chen stood up and squeezed towards the narrow exit with the crowd and the push of the rude jailer.
Behind him, under the back of the chair where he had been sitting for an hour, in a hidden corner, several clever methods were used to carve traces of supernatural powers.
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I want to apologize to everyone¡¾Bow
This is the most painful and stuck world that I have coded [even the world updated during the college entrance examination was not so painful to code], because the prison theme itself is relatively sensitive, and the editor also warned me that it is best not to code. Writing, there are too many taboos. But because I liked this gag so much, I had to drastically cut the outline to fill in the currently allowed framework.
The result - I changed it too much and even lost the original intention of writing this world. I deleted too much and deleted my own inspiration and interest.
Then we fell into the terrible Cavin Hell qaq
Nearly every word was squeezed out from the keyboard. I had to read a sentence two or three times before I dared to type it. The already broken outline was revised again and again.
but! ! ! The world may be difficult to give birth to, but this article will definitely not be! ! ! I¡¯ve basically coded the next world, and I¡¯m just waiting for this world to end orz
But because I have obsessive-compulsive disorder and don¡¯t want to present a crude world to everyone, I have to be stuck in pain while coding with difficulty, and try my best to perform at my normal level qaq (remember the website address: www. hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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