Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

After all, they are part of the king's eyes.

At this moment, the picture in his eyes was like the compound eyes of a fly, but different: the scenes were combined into a field of vision beyond human senses, and every gap was in sight.

"Here comes the idea! Little Stick, remember to open your eyes more brightly."

The horse thief opposite Park Wenzhi showed his mouth full of shark-like sharp teeth and raised his chin provocatively towards him.

Now, all the bandits who set up ambushes can see the incoming party clearly like Park Wenzhi -

Because Park Wenzhi shared their vision:

This is the "Ming He Luan" of the Imperial Etiquette in the Six Arts. Now more than 30 horse thieves are "harmoniously responding to each other and making harmonious sounds" with him; with Pu Wenzhi as the core, the visual and auditory signals of the monitoring network are linked to everyone, just like a shared carriage in ancient times.

A gentleman should learn the Six Arts.

As a practitioner who has been practicing this art for a long time, although he has not fully mastered the mysteries of etiquette, music, archery, charioteering, calligraphy and mathematics, his skills have never been lost.

"…Why is it him?"

Night Owl, hanging upside down in the room, asked in a steady manner, but Park Wenzhi could still detect confusion in his words:

"Forget it, let's capture him first and then interrogate him. Book Burner, take action; the rest of you wait until the target is disarmed before attacking."

The prey in the trap was an old acquaintance of the leader, the night owl. A small thought flashed through his mind: This has nothing to do with Park Wen-chi.

"The heaven and earth have righteousness, which is mixed and flowing..."

He opened his eyes wide, searching for the places on the man's body that were not covered by his righteousness.

Only a pure, natural body can have positive energy. Unlike the Koreans who believe that "the body and hair are from parents and cannot be damaged", the people of Kuala Lumpur always have mixed energy.

Park Wenzhi's monitoring ball can identify the positive energy and lock onto the acquired parts of the opponent:

Three Dantian energy furnaces, two foot three yang meridians, and some other tiny implants.

“If I were to stay in Kuala Lumpur, I would have cultivated a noble spirit.”

Pu Wenzhi felt inexplicably admiring - this was one of the most upright people he had met since coming to the city.

But your own thoughts are not important.

"Jingyi."

Park Wenzhi raised his hand, and his thoughts probed to the enemy through the neural pipelines and monitoring balls: He read out these two words solemnly, which was a respect for the "shooting ceremony".

A series of monitoring balls analyzed the dynamic ports of the man's three dantians, and locked onto the addresses of his acquired components in an instant.

This was a secret ritual of Goryeo: he was confident that apart from those Qigong practitioners, few people could withstand the silent aiming.

"Hahahaha, this stupid roe deer has fallen into the trap and doesn't even know that he's in big trouble!"

The horse thief on the opposite side let out a low laugh, his mouth full of white teeth gleaming.

"Canlian."

Pu Wenzhi unpacked the saints' classics hidden in his chest one by one, and threw them towards the Dantian interface on the man's body along the locked address in a continuous stream:

The man wrapped in a windbreaker stopped abruptly and patted his chest in confusion.

“…Bai Ya!”

Pu Wenzhi clapped his hands suddenly:

All the acquired parts on the prey's body have been removed from the line.

Among the five types of "archery ceremonies", Pu Wenzhi usually uses these three.

After the three-shot ceremony, the opponent had lost control of the transformation and implants: the monster that had been subdued before fell at this stage.

No matter what abilities he originally possessed, the remaining unmodified original body was no longer able to resist the blades of these horse thieves.

"Hahahaha……"

There was another horse thief next to him who remained silent, but his shrill laughter could no longer be concealed.

Park Wenzhi exhaled gently, and fine beads of sweat covered his neck; his long hair stuck to the back of his neck, and the tension made him feel indescribably tired.

Next, all the other bandits need to do is capture this man:

"it's over--"

"Oh, so there are so many cameras installed?"

A faint voice with sarcasm came from his ears: the man suddenly raised his head, waved at one of the monitoring balls with a mischievous smile on his face.

Park Wenzhi was stunned.

bass--

It was as if a series of noise dots appeared on the screen, and a gray rectangle floated up and slowly crossed the screen:

It was two tablet computers, one large and one small, put together like a "convex" character, and placed in front of the camera.

Why is the smaller one so small? How can a tablet fly?

Pu Wenzhi had never seen such a small model before, only the size of a palm.

Of course he didn't know that this thing was called a "mobile phone".

They were wrapped with tape and wire, and fixed together with crude methods, with only the screen exposed. The screen of the larger tablet was pressed against the surveillance ball:

"Are all your friends here? Please watch a little movie. Take care of yourself!"

The man rubbed his hands and laughed "hoho" with malicious intent.

drop--

Park Wenzhi didn't pay any attention to what the man said:

The tablet computer was playing some bizarre images, grabbing his entire attention.

clatter! clatter! clatter! clatter!

Along with the crisp sound of switching, every frame of surveillance in his eyes was replaced by an indescribable scene:

A body that looked like it was grown from countless fingers and then stacked together in a strict pattern appeared in front of him.

The numerous knuckles were like fine stitches woven with wool, woven perpendicularly to each other to form the torso, limbs and head of this "person".

There seemed to be faint and vague words coming out of it, changing unpredictably. Pu Wenzhi suddenly discovered that it was the words of a saint.

"Food and sex are human nature."

A line of fire surged up from Park Wenzhi's lower abdomen, split into two beams, and rushed straight up to the top of his head from his chest and back.

Boom!

He felt his heart drop heavily, and it even stopped beating for a moment.

Then——

Park Wenzhi was shocked to find that his lower body had become a hard steel rod, which caused an extreme swelling pain and a sharp sorrow in his heart.

This is the questioning of one's own virtues, aroused by the inexplicable sexual desire:

"I...I am unfaithful and unfilial..."

He left the country without even leaving any offspring for his king, father, Goryeo, and clan!

But in this foreign land overseas, endless desires surged up - after living for so long, don’t you understand the principle of a gentleman being cautious when alone?

He felt a pain like a knife stabbing him: As expected! Apart from the emperor and his father, who else has ever seen someone who loves virtue as much as he loves sex...

In a flash, this introspective thought disappeared without a trace like a faint flame blown away by a strong wind.

"When you pass the imperial examination, on your wedding night..."

Pu Wenzhi rolled and crawled to his feet, his arms bleeding from being scratched by the rough wall.

Any decent girl would do! As long as they spend a night together, he would marry her in a formal ceremony, in a sedan chair carried by eight men.

boom!

A handful of blood flowers bloomed beside Pu Wenzhi, covering his body with blood and brain matter.

The horse thief beside him had his head shattered by a single shot.

The crotch of the horse thief opposite had been pierced, revealing the huge thing under his crotch:

It was a hideous and deformed horn, with three pillars connected together. The top one was burning red, with white smoke rising from it.

The bullet that just shattered the unfortunate guy's head came from this machine gun-like Mr. Horn.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…”

The horse thief on the opposite side covered his head with throbbing veins, and muttered softly on his lips that were bitten and bled -

What Pu Wenzhi saw connected all the people in the suburban horse caravan.

The strange body in the surveillance channel was still dangling in front of Park Wenchang's eyes, but the vague text had changed again:

"Child! You are already twenty years old, it's time for you to become an adult."

There was an unparalleled severe pain in my lower body, as if the epidermis was about to burst and crack by the corpus cavernosum at any time.

Saliva flowed from the corners of Park Wenchang's mouth, dripping onto the ground.

"Adult? A man... a man is also a person... he doesn't have to be from a good family. I can also marry him in a formal way..."

Park Wenchang staggered to steady himself, not caring about the brain matter and blood flowing to his feet.

He was unable to sever the link, nor did he have the thought of severing the link—only the ideas in his mind were being renewed generation after generation.

As long as it's a person!

The ferocious face of the horse thief opposite became more beautiful and moving in Park Wenzhi's eyes, exuding heat and sexiness.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

The horse thief's face turned red, and he suddenly turned around with his back to Park Wenzhi with his horns standing tall.

"Fuck your mother!!"

While letting out a heart-wrenching scream, he twisted his hips and raised his waist, slamming his terrifyingly huge lower body into the wall, and pumping it in and out non-stop.

Cracks spread along the joints and the flying cement fragments, accompanied by the sound of gunfire, hit Park Wenchang's face directly, leaving a bloody cut.

Perhaps it was the roar or the pain that woke him up:

Do not……

A gentleman should understand the way of self-examination:

Man? Woman? What difference does it make whether you are human or not?

Birds, beasts, and man-made creations; how are they different from humans?

Throughout the ages, I am nothing but a weed...

Why do we need such cumbersome formalities as parents’ orders and matchmaker’s words?

Park Wenzhi has completely lost his mind, or he is covered by some twisted and chaotic thoughts.

He tore off his trousers and rushed towards the horse thief who had his back to him, tears streaming down his face.

Chapter 152: Feeders and Eaters (Part )

Screams, screams and gunshots came one after another from every corner of Yizhitang; dust and flaking paint flakes fell along with the shaking overhead, making people feel as if they were on the battlefield of a street fight.

"Huh? They're having such a great time, it's like a war... These people seem to have very strong tastes!"

Fang Bailu stood still: Anyone with ears can hear this boiling symphony clearly.

He had never known that when holding a group dating party, he needed to fire guns to liven up the atmosphere - but everyone has different sexual preferences, and he was too lazy to gossip about these unknown enemies.

Fang Bailu walked quickly through the hall of the drugstore, while the cell phone slowly floated back to his side with the "Mohist disciple": the fixed objects between them could not withstand the rapid flight of the cell phone.

The tablet computer has overlaid the video information into the store’s surveillance, so there is no need to float stupidly in front of those cameras.

Fang Bailu had never seen these camera models before... They might be special products custom-made by expert craftsmen.

"There's a hacker on the other side, and he's pretty good at it."

The blood-red word "danger" that had been flashing in his eyes had disappeared: someone had just hacked into Fang Bailu's "Great Mysterious Chamber" and directly cut off the energy supply.