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The Eighth World 7
Alien Zone A in the prison
The cold, gray light illuminated the room brightly. The room, which was several times larger than the ordinary prison room, did not seem empty. The snow-white thickened walls were obviously mixed with some special coating materials, giving off an eerie sound under the light. Metallic luster.
The luxurious and comfortable furnishings make this place very different from the simple prison cells where humans live, but it seems extremely incongruous in the whole room, like the weird notes of a piece of music that have been forcibly inserted. The comfort is almost unbearable.
But the man sitting in the center of the prison cell seemed to feel nothing. He was leaning leisurely on the back of the chair, his two long legs crossed casually, and he was holding a glass of champagne between his slender finger bones.
The well-proportioned and thick pale golden liquid swayed almost radiantly in the transparent cup, showing an unusually high price. If the owner holding it is the same, it exudes an elegant texture that is incompatible with the entire interior.
Samur lowered his head, with his thin finger bones pressed against one cheek, and looked down at a piece of paper that was placed squarely in front of him - it was not an ordinary piece of paper, it had been condensed with a layer of special powers to prevent The protective film that was discovered was extremely skillful in controlling it, and the words on it were also carefully encrypted.
When it was handed over respectfully by his subordinates, Samer already knew the origin of the note.
Shen Chen - the little mouse who slipped into the prison.
Samor sighed sweetly, and took a sip of the champagne in his hand. His thin sharp lips were stained with a hint of water, and his deep violet eyes were almost rich black, glowing with honey-like danger and murderous intent. s color.
It seems that he finally took action. He really lived up to his efforts in putting him in jail.
Unfortunately¡¡
A pair of eyes that were neither gray nor blue emerged in his mind, as clear as the morning mist, but as unpredictable as the abyss. Even he could not figure out the deep meaning.
Joe Riddle, an elusive person, a variable. And powerful enough
Even he would not be ignorant of the truth that a thousand-mile dike breaks down in an anthill. Leaving Joe Riddle, a thing that is difficult for him to grasp, in his chessboard is like leaving a biting poisonous thorn in the palm of his hand.
But now is not the time to get rid of him.
With his deep violet eyes half-lidded, he snapped his fingers, and a shadowy shadow appeared out of thin air beside him. Samur whispered: "Contact Core City." The low voice was like a dagger wrapped in silk, silky and hoarse. , like the devil's whisper, the serpent's message.
After finishing speaking, he lightly touched the table with his finger, and the note instantly turned into powder.
The snow-white powder raised a fragile arc in the air, drifted and finally dispersed into the void, leaving no trace and nowhere to be found.
The whole room was empty.
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The spread of warmth has slowed down.
Zhou Bai didn¡¯t know why. Everything was running as normal, no mistakes, no damage, but for no reason, the speed of that ball of energy healing him slowed down.
The change in speed was so slight that it was almost undetectable, but as keen as he was, he always found the clues.
But he didn¡¯t know the reason.
In this world, Xiaobai also fell into a deep sleep. Except for the very beginning of entering this world, when it supported him and transmitted the plot about this world, it never made a sound again.
So what Zhou Bai has in his hands is this plot with no ending. He guessed that Xiaobai fell into a deep sleep that was difficult to wake up before he had time to transmit all the information to him.
After all, being directly bounced out of the world by a plane is equivalent to a head-on contest with the laws of the plane, or even a confrontation with the laws of the world of higher existences. Almost no one survives it without being wiped out. Zhou Bai himself had the protection from Wen Sa's power, as well as the energy he had accumulated in the previous worlds. Even so, he suffered irreparable serious injuries. The entire spiritual sea was almost shattered. He could only pass through That memory comes to gradually warm and recover.
He is like this, let alone Xiaobai.
Zhou Bai opened his eyes, his eyebrows were furrowed, and his eyes were filled with a gloomy color that could not be resolved.
He used his fingers to brush away the fine beads of sweat on his forehead. His shirt was stuck to his back with sweat. Zhou Bai frowned and stretched out his hand to loosen it.He loosened the tie from his throat, turned around and walked to the bathroom.
??The delicate steaming water mist filled the entire bathroom, and a layer of fine water droplets condensed on the luxurious silver decorations. The moist and warm smell mixed with the light incense in the air almost made people drowsy.
The water at a suitable temperature pours down from the top of the head with dense steam, and washes along the wet hair on the shoulders and neck.
Zhou Bai closed his eyes, and his usually meticulous dark blond hair was wetted by the water and spread out, separated strand by strand, and followed the curve of the water around his cheeks. His proud forehead was covered by the loose forehead and softened. The sharp and angular outline makes him even more childish.
The light eyelashes were turned into a dark golden color by thin water jets and stuck to his cheeks, making him look as if his aloofness had faded away, leaving only a little bit of real fatigue.
He may stay in this world longer than planned.
Zhou Bai stretched out his hand to wipe his face and pushed his hair up.
The sharp facial lines were clearly revealed. He opened his eyes, and his gray-blue eyes were like the morning in the mist, or like the abyss in the darkness.
No more tiredness.
At this moment, a sound outside the door startled him.
Zhou Bai frowned, stood up from the bath, reached out to pick up the bathrobe that the servant had put aside early in the morning, put it on casually, then turned the door handle and walked out.
A man was pushing the door open, and their eyes happened to meet.
Zhou Bai narrowed his eyes and looked at the other party quickly and sharply.
He was a handsome-looking foreigner. His well-fitted and straight suit set off his slender figure. His appearance was so handsome that his age could not be seen. There was a bit of freehand style flowing between the sharp eyebrow peaks, and his dark golden hair was hung casually. In front of his forehead, a pair of eyes that were neither gray nor blue were as deep as the sea, staring at him intently.
The facial features are somewhat similar to his.
The other party was surprised when he saw him coming out, but then he calmed down. He looked at Zhou Bai and smiled: "Brother."
Zhou Bai looked straight into the blue-grey eyes that were seventy-nine similar to his. His cold gaze was like a blade licking blood, disembowelling the opponent inch by inch.
Then he suddenly withdrew his gaze, and the corners of his mouth curled up in a nonchalant arc: "Edward."
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