Chapter 229

The wall toppled and a large hole was exposed in the middle of the tatami, connecting the room below.

All kinds of sundries in the house were swallowed and sucked down with the residue. The dust floated in the air, filled with a burnt smell.

Shangshanyue's control over the black sun is far beyond the imagination of the world. He can use it boldly or carefully, just because he is a truly complete emperor.

At this time, there was still a burning flame around the tatami, the fire extinguisher on the ceiling began to operate, and shangshanyue went to the balcony of the second bedroom, opened the door and opened the window for ventilation.

The windows on one side of the hall where the painted pear clothes are located are covered by curtains. Even if huiyeji has good hands and eyes, she can't see what's happening here.

The strong wind outside swept into the space, and the smell in the house dissipated a lot in an instant.

He threw the small half of his arm in his left hand to the ground. He was a Catholic. He couldn't do anything, so he kept one hand.

Next, he first went to the bathroom, washed his hands, and then returned to Hua Liyi.

"Painted pear clothes."

Shangshan called her daughter's name.

Painted pear clothes slightly regained consciousness. Just after she heard some sound, she suddenly felt that her thinking was a little stagnant, as if she had entered a dream.

"Grandpa? Why are you here?"

Hua Liyi picked up her mobile phone and typed suspiciously. This is her room with Godzilla. Why is there someone else?

"Lu Chen asked me to protect you. He guessed well. Sure enough, someone came to fight you."

Shangshanyue looked out of the window at the rainstorm and didn't know if the boy was in place.

Hearing Lu Chen's name, Hua Liyi's eyes lit up. Some Xiyi typed and asked, "Godzilla is okay, isn't it? Does grandpa know where Godzilla is?"

The clever painted pear clothes heard the old master's voice. Since Godzilla arranged the teacher to help, Godzilla should have expected the current situation.

How could Godzilla die?

Shangshanyue looked at the slightly red and swollen eyes outside the watery eyes of painted pear clothes, and secretly scolded Lu Chen as a heartless smelly boy.

But he also knew that the other party was to completely eliminate the future trouble, and his stupid eldest son really didn't have any acting skills. Painting pear clothes was too naive and easy to be stereotyped.

He also checked the room. Indeed, there were no cameras and eavesdropping devices, but they could not rule out whether Wang Jiang had other ways to obtain information. If yuan Zhisheng was very calm after Lu Chen fell into the sea and painted pear clothes were not sad at all, the cautious Ghoul would not appear.

No one in the eight snake Qi families knows that he is still alive except dog Shanhe. He is an antique of the last century and a person wandering outside the world, but his identity has helped him now.

Wang will count thousands, but he can't count an old emperor whose combat power is above all the Japanese.

Fake goods of this level, another ten shangshanyue won't feel troublesome. His physical fitness is inferior to his opponent. In front of his words and spirits, he always delivers vegetables.

"Don't worry, the smelly boy is fine. I'll take the painted pear clothes to Godzilla."

Then Shangshan went to the second bedroom, "draw pear clothes. Wait a minute. I'll change my clothes. Don't be afraid."

In the puzzled eyes of Hua Liyi, after a minute, Shang Shanyue came out in a suit with a mask of the Minister of Neng opera on his face.

"Don't be afraid, it's me."

Shangshanyue took off the mask and comforted.

This is what he asked dog Yamaha to do according to the prototype in the warehouse. He and Wang Jiang are not much different in size. If we only use huiyeji to mobilize some cameras on the street and look at it from a distance, we can't see much difference.

At first, he thought Lu Chen was too cautious, but after the other party popularized huiyeji's current energy with him, he thought it was always right to be cautious.

General Wang does not have any communication devices, but it can not be ruled out that he will mobilize huiyeji from a distance to check the progress of the plan.

"Grandpa, why are you dressed like this?"

Painted pear clothes didn't show fear. It's better to say that everything is beautiful now after she heard that Godzilla is all right.

And because she didn't pay attention before, she didn't know that a man with a mask of minister of Neng opera came. She just wondered how the room was damaged. I hope Godzilla won't blame grandpa when she comes back.

"Because people attending funerals should wear formal clothes."

Shangshanyue's face under the mask was very gloomy, but he still said genially to painted pear clothes: "come on, painted pear clothes, let's find your Godzilla."

Shangshanyue walked out of the door with painted pear clothes and took the elevator downstairs. Regardless of the wind and rain, he directly walked out of the peninsula hotel in Tokyo.

Looking at the delicate figure of painted pear clothes shaking in the wind and rain, Shangshan is more distressed, but he also knows that Wang will not take an umbrella, and he will not take an umbrella for painted pear clothes.

He took the painted pear clothes and walked quickly to the side of the road. There was a parked Rolls Royce. He took out the key he had just taken out of his pocket before killing the king, opened the door and took the painted pear clothes into the car.

Destination, the lower reaches of Chigui River, the well of true red.

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Outside the well of true red, a cabin stands alone in the woods, like a temporary resting place for hunters.

But there is a hole under the simple cabin. Under the floor, there is a pure metal space, which is filled with various electronic equipment, and the conditions of various places are displayed on the screens.

Most of the screens are locked to the true red well, with the aerial photography angle of huiyeji satellite and the camera mounted on the large equipment near the true red well.

A man was sitting on a leather sofa, holding a glass of champagne and sipping it intoxicatingly.

Through these eyes, Herzog can actually control the situation in the red well.

At this time, he looked at Baqi snake dying and fell to the ground without resistance, like a prisoner waiting to be killed.

And the stupid brothers are still fighting as if there were no one else. Oh, there are really no other living people.

"I knew I would have used Cologne fetal blood for him. This kind of drama looks too boring."

Herzog has a smile on his face. Yuan Zhisheng in the picture has been beaten in front of the glass in the wind. The glass in the wind simply plays with his brother among applause.

However, this is not a good play that Herzog wants to see. Unilateral massacres and venting violence are always boring. Moreover, Yuan Zhisheng died like this, which seems that he has no level as a "director".

But it doesn't matter.

He finally won. All the pieces exhausted their final value on his chessboard. He ate the whole game!

He looked at the battle on the sea and the lens captured by huiyeji. His clone was going here with painted pear clothes. It would arrive in about ten minutes.

It's almost time to calculate the time. It's time for him, the last winner, to go out and finish.

The battle on the sea will end in less than 20 minutes. He must stabilize the situation before Sheqi Bajia and the secret party make a move.

As long as he gets the divine blood and ascends the white throne, it will be too late for those people to arrive again.

When he holds the power of the white king, even if Lu Chen is resurrected, he has the confidence to fight with the other party!

Now, he just needs to wait and enjoy the pleasure of closing the net, taste the delicious dessert, ascend the throne, and then return to the bottom of the sea to find the young man's body and swallow it, and he will become the... God of the world!

Near the well of true red, the trees fell and the rain fell like an umbrella. Yuan Zhisheng was hit and flew to the wall of the well of true red again.

In the wind, the glazed glass was moving towards the rain screen. The pale face was marked with two traces of Zhu Hong. It was his eye shadow that had been washed under the rain.

Sting——

The spark flashed out. Spider cut and boy an gangcut were opened by violent spikes. With the power of anti earthquake, the glass quickly retracted the knife in the wind and pulled back their arms.

The cherry red long knife penetrated the bleeding moonlight in the air. With the meat sound that made the glass jump in the wind, the long knife penetrated yuan Zhisheng's left chest.

Yuan Zhisheng leaned against the well wall and didn't look at the long knife penetrating into his left chest. He just looked at the glass in the wind silently, "young girl..."

In the wind, the rising blood in a pair of golden pupils of colored glass declined slowly. When drawing the knife, it brought out a bunch of blood spring, splashed a round arc on the ground, and was instantly washed away by the rain.

"Hahaha, brother, brother, I succeeded!"

In the wind, the colored glass soared to the sky and laughed wildly.

True red well... What a fatalistic name. He was thrown into the well by his brother through his chest in those years, but his position is reversed today.

He finally took revenge. He finally won.

He stepped back two steps and sat on the ground, level with Yuan Zhisheng's line of sight. He carefully examined the strongest ghost chopper washed by the heavy rain.

Every time he dreamed over the years, he would go back to that night, thinking about his brother's cold and heartless golden pupil, the pain caused by the spider cutting into his chest, and his weakness and hesitation when he fell. Now he finally took revenge, but he felt a little empty.

He has never been better than his brother since childhood. He can't compare with his brother in school and physical education. Girls also like his brother. Now he finally surpasses his brother, but why isn't he so happy?

He also looked at Yuan Zhisheng's open eyes, the eyes that were still silent before he died, like silently telling his awareness that he had already done well.

"Brother?"

In the wind, Liuli sat in the muddy rain water and tilted his head. Looking at the man sitting opposite in front of him, he seemed to not understand why the other party sat and didn't speak?

"I won, brother. Why don't you praise me?"

The tone of colored glass in the wind was confused.

"Look, brother, I'm beautiful now. I'm the number one in the cowherd world. Many girls like me."

Glass stroked his face in the wind. However, due to the scouring of rain, his makeup faded, but he was a little miserable white, which was not as beautiful as Yuan Zhisheng.

"Brother, why don't you talk? Shouldn't you be happy for your brother at this time?"

Liuli continued to ask in the wind.

Seeing that yuanzhisheng was silent, he suddenly became strangely angry. He climbed forward and shook yuanzhisheng's shoulder, "brother, praise me!"

After shaking for a while, Liuli suddenly stopped in the wind, looking puzzled, "brother?"

No response.

"Brother?"

There was only the sound of rainstorm and thunder.

"Brother!?"

The wind seemed to blow harder, and the rain splashed on the glass face in the wind, making his eyes a little sour.

"Brother?"

There was still no response. Of course, the dead couldn't answer him or praise him.

"Brother, brother, brother, brother..."

In the wind, the glass sat in place and called the voice again and again.

From the crazy shouting at first, to the whispering, almost praying... Whispering at last.

"Brother -"

He sat where he was and finally let him go crying. Tears mixed with rain scratched down his face and fell into his bloody costume.

In the end, he finally remembered... The real situation of that night.

My brother didn't stab him with a cold knife. He rushed to my brother who was at a loss after pulling out the knife and met the cold tip with his chest.

His brother's eyes were not cold and heartless, but full of shock and regret.

Up to now, he can still recall the shaking from the blade. It was his brother shaking.

He can recall walking on the country road with his brother, he can recall celebrating his birthday with his brother, he can recall his brother fighting for himself, he can recall his brother tutoring his homework under the candlelight, he can recall going to see the meteor shower with his brother, he can recall

That day he heard a gentle, lamenting and reluctant cry - "young girl."

This is his favorite brother and his favorite brother

How could I... Want to kill him?

He looked at the blood slowly seeping from his brother's chest in horror. His hand trembled and stroked his brother's pale face. It was so cold under the scouring of the rain.

It was once a cold winter night in the countryside. When he lay in bed, his face was red with cold, and his brother's face was so warm.

Win, finally win, win nothing. There is no one's breathing sound in the world to make him sleep safely. There is no face on his cheek in winter to make him feel warm... Brother.

In the wind, the glass can no longer suppress the real memory, the boy at the bottom of my heart, or they are inseparable from each other.

The boy cried so hopelessly that his strong blood gas rose from his heart to his throat with bone breaking pain. He vomited blood and finally burst into tears.

"Brother - don't leave me..."

The evil ghost pasted his face on Yuan Zhisheng's cold face, as if he wanted to pass on his warmth to each other, crying.

The powerful evil ghost wind can dismember Baqi snake, but it dissipates in his last confused memory and the cry of teenagers in the mountains.

Yuan Zhinv whispered in Yuan Zhisheng's ear, "brother, don't leave me... I'll never... Don't listen to you."

He was so gentle and careful when he shouted the word "brother" for fear that he would make his brother unhappy.

Holding yuan Zhisheng, he leaned against the wall of the true red well and looked up at the falling rain curtain in the air. The rain was so heavy that it hurt in his eyes.

He longed for so many years to meet his brother, but the day he really saw each other was a farewell.