Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

"Really? So Shin-chan knows about Yuka Uta."

All the information he had came from Shou Niang and Anbennola - but he didn't understand how Shou Niang got it from the copy.

The night owl suddenly paused, and its long, soft tongue stretched straight, holding him up in the air:

"Don't act dumb, I'm not one of those idiot customers who go to your store to get ripped off."

"Your methods are more sophisticated than I thought, so I'm going to tell you the truth."

"I'm going to wake up a 'big shot' from his slumber... right here in Kuala Lumpur."

Even though he was left with only a ball-like head, his words were still as sharp as iron:

"So, I want your Yuantai."

……

"Tsk."

Fang Bailu held the tablet in his right hand even tighter, and the screen made a faint creaking sound:

"The big shot is an immortal? Waking her up means Pan-Asian Military Industry?"

If Pan Asia Military Industry also wants to awaken the Xihe girl...

"No, it's not business."

Night Owl moved left and right, as if thinking about something:

"Well. My relationship with Pan Asia Military Industry is not a secret. But this time I'm not on a business trip. It's for my..."

Somehow, Fang Bailu saw the burning passion in Night Owl's dead eyes:

"...My dream. Do you have a dream? I guess you don't - you're just a muddleheaded fool who goes with the flow."

“The living environment in the new Malaysia is still too good: people can still find places to eat, drink, exercise and sleep in the city.”

"I want to see the real yellow sand Gobi, the man-eating desert... countless ants swarming into the wasteland, struggling to survive on the rotten wasteland, eating each other! Not like now, there are only so many people in the wasteland, and if we kill too many, we're afraid we'll kill them all!"

"A good horse's tire will soon be scrapped without blood, bone marrow and brains to maintain it. Those citizens who are enjoying themselves with the nipple are weak, not strong at all. I want to see the real villains and warriors raise their swords and fight each other for a sip of pure water, a bag of nutrient solution, and a man or woman for their own amusement!"

"Just being a regional agent for Pan Asia Military Industry is not enough to achieve this - consumers are like treasures in their pants, and they want as many as possible."

Fang Bailu raised his eyebrows: Night Owl’s “dream” and what he said made him at a loss as to how to answer.

But at least...

"He acted on his own, not on the initiative of Pan Asia Military Industry... No, it should be said that Night Owl has already rebelled."

Fang Bailu glanced at the scattered torso and limbs of Night Owl and used his fingertips to check the temperature of his phone:

Apart from the still burning cigarette butt still emitting smoke from the Night Owl's broken-block-like torso, there was nothing unusual.

Although the phone is cooling down, it is still very hot.

Before the phone returned to normal, he was not sure whether he could use the phone with a decreasing speed to crush Night Owl's head - Fang Bailu even suspected that the body in front of him was actually remotely controlled.

"Is he stalling for time? Or does he really want to convince me..."

"…So you know that immortals can do it?"

Fang Bailu asked following his words.

"Yes, of course. Every sleeping 'big man' has a different vision for the world... and can treat a country as his own playground and manipulate it at will."

"And this man in Kuala Lumpur saw the same world as me in his dream: the wasteland soaked and moistened by blood is much more interesting than these densely packed skyscrapers!"

Chapter 154 Smoldering (Part )

Snap, snap, snap...

Fang Bailu slapped his palm on the tablet and cheered mockingly:

"You are really ambitious and can think of things that ordinary people can't! But aren't you missing something?"

"What about the company? Will those big guys release the consumers they have kept in cages, so that you and some immortal can use them as toys to hunt and kill? Ha!"

At the end of his words, Fang Bailu added a disdainful sneer.

He wanted to deliberately provoke Night Owl - anger would stimulate people's desire to express themselves, and inadvertently leak more information.

Compared with the information, a slight delay in timing of action does not matter.

However, in his heart, he was sweating:

"In Shou Niang's stories, the company's role is absent. I never heard her mention it... Why? The company is the master of the world."

"New Malaysia is the base of the Microcomputer Taoism Research Association. Can the immortals make them give up this market?"

"Why? Just you and some immortal can go to war with so many big guys?"

Fang Bailu narrowed his eyes and stared at the pair of eyes that seemed to be brushed by mud.

Tell me! Tell me the details of the connection between Xihe Girl and the Research Society!

There was no anger on Night Owl's rigid face - but his words were completely different:

"Hehe...Why do you think the world is like this?"

"Have you ever heard the barbarians' dreams? They believe in an omnipotent 'one god' who herds humans like sheep - funny, isn't it!"

The night owl curled up its tongue, tilted its head back, and pointed upwards:

"Everyone knows that we have nothing above our heads."

"Humans! Only humans! Only we humans can enslave each other, can shape everything with our will, and can break free from the shackles set by life itself."

A cold wind blew through the pharmacy, but it no longer blew up the choking smoke. Fang Bailu noticed that the dark red light on the remains of the Night Owl had disappeared:

The smoldering cigarette butt went out silently.

“Man can conquer nature…We are born into this world to shape the world into the shape we want to see.”

“The world is the way it is now because someone feels that he or she likes it this way! Companies are just gardeners and pets of the big guys, looking after the fairy’s back garden while they rest.”

"If it's not a company, there will be a government, an association, a tribe, a group... What's wrong with changing the names of the cats and dogs at home?"

"Someone has discovered the secrets of the universe, the ways in which everything works, and has made full use of them! Isn't that good? Isn't that good?"

"This is how the immortal enlightened me: humans only need to be self-sufficient and do not need social relationships."

"Xiao Fang, you have set limits for yourself. When a person's power is enough to fully satisfy all needs in life and survival, he or she no longer needs anyone else. Just act as you please! See the fantasy in your mind and make it happen..."

……

Night Owl no longer had his previous indifferent look.

He clenched his upper and lower teeth tightly together, and a crescent-shaped smile appeared at the corners of his mouth that cut to his ears.

Fang Bailu didn't think that he was trying to convince himself: this man with only a head left was just venting every fragment of thought in his heart, pouring them out into crazy and inverted words.

The night owl seemed to be thrown into a blazing fire like a piece of firewood - its certainty in its self-belief was almost insane.

"Has Night Owl communicated with the Immortal? Has the Xihe girl awakened...? That's impossible."

He thought of "Attala" - his new blood relative, the original embryo of another Xihe girl.

Could it be that these were instilled into Night Owl by that woman?

Fang Bailu was even more surprised by the hint of truth in his words:

The relationship between the company and the immortal...is more annoying than he originally imagined.

"Tsk..."

His fingers felt a slight chill. After this long speech, the phone had cooled down.

Ping!

The cell phone cut into Night Owl's face horizontally, splitting his head and long tongue into two halves; the flying teeth and broken flesh looked like exploding fireworks.

Fang Bailu raised his hand and caught the phone that flew back. The brain tissue of the night owl flowed out of the broken skull, and in the dark environment it was like a pool of thin mud - Fang Bailu did not forget to let the phone barrel roll a few times to destroy everything in the brain.

He pulled the tip of his shoe out of the wall and fell off the cement.

"call……"

Fang Bailu felt himself trembling slightly: Ye Xiao's crazy words did have an effect on him.

Although he never thought that the Xihe girl would be a kind and friendly person...

Now Fang Bailu is very sure that this immortal whose body is scattered all over the place and sleeping in Kuala Lumpur is...

It will indeed completely shatter what you have grabbed with great difficulty.

The cold night wind still rushed in through the window panes and across his sweaty back.

Uneasy! A deep uneasy feeling——

This was not only because of pure fear, but also because of the attraction from Night Owl's words.

"Sculpt the world as you wish..."

Fang Bailu held the phone to his face and muttered to himself.

"Really? Did I set limits for myself?"

The person on the screen had two flushes of excitement on his face.

He licked his lips, which were dry due to nervousness, and recalled every detail of his "previous life".

First-class desires often only result in second-class or even worst results: just like most basketball fans who want to play in the NBA cannot even make it to their own college team.

Fang Bailu only felt that in this short but thrilling journey, he had never really considered what he wanted.

There are always hands pushing him forward, drifting with the waves:

Is it enough to just protect everything around you?

Would you be satisfied just to make the scenery more beautiful?

What's the point of just continuing your existence aimlessly?

"There are still many things in this world that I can do - as long as I want to do them, the results will be different from what they are now."

If we could build a sight and wonder that no one has ever seen before in the world...

If I were to draw my sword without hesitation and impose my will on everyone I met...

Even if we take a step back and do what Night Owl and Xihe Girl thought, bringing blood rain and storms to the earth...

All right! He wanted to brand himself with a hot iron.

"I...I want to experience more...to see, to hear, to taste."

Fang Bailu whispered to "himself": the burning heat in the depths of his heart was being forged and was gradually cooling down and taking shape.

"There will be a place for me in the world. A place to travel far away, and a place to come back to and sleep - and people."

"Interesting friends will accompany me and surround me. Enemies are indispensable: the sword will be faster, and I will be stronger... I also want people to clash with each other, which is the most fun."

Although the journey was full of life-and-death crises...but fighting with others, and engaging in a battle of wits and courage, actually made him feel happy from the bottom of his heart: Fang Bailu liked this feeling that allowed him to fully utilize his talents and thinking.

Immortals are actually all human, right? Even if they have powers that Fang Bailu doesn't know about, they are just perverts who do whatever they want.

Anything that can be thought of will have advantages, disadvantages and weaknesses in its mind.

Was such a disgusting world created by immortals?

Then it would be great to rack your brains to kill these immortals!

"See what you want to see, and make it happen... Whatever I want and can do, I will do it."

Does Xihe Girl want to create a post-apocalyptic wasteland? A golden age utopia? Or a human farm covering the entire New Malaysia?

It does not matter.

Fang Bailu also dreamed of opening a global chain of hardware stores. Who would want it more than who?

In the end, it will all come back to the impact between people.

The phone spun happily, echoing Fang Bailu's thoughts.

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