Chapter 321

Bishuiliu took my hand without hesitation, without any doubt about me.

I really didn't intend to backstab him this time.

After holding hands, I found that, maybe it was because Bi Shuiliu's body was very inconvenient to move and she always wore a corset, so her body had hardly seen the sun, but Bi Shuiliu's skin was extremely pale.

The complexion on her face is still normal, but when I compared the skin on her hands with mine, I realized - could it be that she was too lazy to paint her hands which are rarely exposed to the sun?

I have no doubt about the professionalism of GoHands.

I murmured a little in my heart. The work of the red blood cells was different from my always wandering thoughts. It was proceeding in a very orderly manner. I readily fed the mixed power of the Colorless King and the Director into the body that was faster than water through myself.

Open your mouth and start cheating!

I saw that Bi Shuiliu's expression was gradually becoming excited. The feeling of gaining strength was very good, just like soaking in a hot spring - especially when it was cheating before the battle, maybe it was like soaking in magma?

I, a human cheater.

——Brother, are you buying cheats? I am a GM myself, and I won’t be banned.

"Do you feel it? The power of "interference"?" I said, transferring most of the director's power to him, and also gave the fox-masked man a large part of the power of the Colorless King. "This power can allow you to directly penetrate into the power system of the Golden King. The original Colorless King also had the same possibility, but he couldn't do it because he was not capable enough. But the current flow can do it."

Compared with Shuiliu, I believe you can play the role well!

I am not at all stingy with energy, because to be honest, I'm not afraid of anyone messing with me than the water.

Besides, if you want the horse to run, you have to give it some grass to eat. I am not a professional wool-puller. Even if I have to exhaust the resources, I have to do it sustainably.

I loosened my hands and looked at them with hope in my eyes - to him, I must be a very good person!

As I completed the red blood cell transport, all control left the director's body, and the director's feeling of stagnation and loss of control suddenly disappeared.

But the momentum suddenly disappeared, and then the feeling of exhaustion made him almost fall to his knees. But the director is the director, even without the power of the Sword of Damocles, he is still Reiji Munakata.

The original order should be like this. First, one must have the qualifications to become a king, then the stone tablet will resonate and make a choice, and the power will respond to the person's consciousness - or at least this is the case for most kings, although I really don't know what the criteria are for the stone tablet to choose the Colorless King.

Are the qualities of Sanlun Yiyan and the fox-masked man too different?

What if you just look at the appearance?

Maybe it’s because of the peculiarity of the Colorless King Chaos, but the other six kings all follow certain rules.

The director took the sword in his backhand and used the tip of the sword to prop up the ground, so that he did not kneel down completely, but stood still.

I subconsciously wanted to go over and help him, and my hands even moved, but - the director didn't need it at all.

And if I go up there, wouldn't it be OOC?

It doesn't matter. When I transferred the energy before, my hand was touching the director's chest. The LSP operation, which happens once in every world - or maybe more than once, is progressing.

The next one is Brother Zun!

Even more, I actually did, I actually kind of - have inhabited their bodies... It's clearly a very factual statement, why does it carry such a vulgar feeling when I say it?

"You really are..." The director's voice sounded a little weak. Even if having all the strength in the body stripped away suddenly was not as exciting and fatal as when the Jinchuriki stripped the tailed beast away, it would definitely not be able to recover in a short time.

It is a miracle that he is still unconscious and can stand well, even pointing his sword at me.

I and everyone in front of the screen were stunned.

"Hurry up, or something might happen." I glanced at Bishuiliu. He had quickly become familiar with the power. I adjusted the red blood cells entering his body. If he couldn't subdue Lieutenant Huang Jin well by then, it would be fine if we died together.

My red blood cells will pick up the pieces.

So hurry up and do the work for me, I'm going to cheat you!

A qualified worker refuses to slack off!

Look at An Wuzai, what a social animal spirit he has.

Regarding this point, Bishuiliu was very clear. He bowed to me very respectfully, and then flew out of the hole above his head with great excitement.

I looked behind me. The door was clearly in front of me. Did I have to go through a chimney-like exit?

Is this what it takes to be a strong person?

I understand.

The work of competing with the water flow has begun, and of course I can't fall behind - although, I feel a little guilty in front of Brother Zun...

However, I have no conscience. My conscience only lasts for three seconds at most!

So I watched the water flow disappear completely before my eyes, and turned back to prepare to absorb Brother Zun's power as well.

At this time, the red blood cells in Brother Zun's body were moving, so of course he still couldn't move. But the director was already standing in front of him, pointing his sword at me.

Is there no cloud in the great cause?

Or is it simply to protect the CP?

This picture - I knew at first glance that this was another picture full of space for secondary creation.

I was secretly looking forward to it.

The director looked like he was going to die with me.

"Don't worry, Li Si." Brother Zun spoke.

Brother Zun called the director's name and directly called him Lisi!

I'm fine, I'm fine right away.

I felt myself getting excited on the spot.

Famous venue reservations.

After the excitement, I realized what Brother Zun said.

Hmm? Don't you need to stop me?

This is a bit surprising to me.

"Zun, don't you understand now? He is not what you imagined. Being used by Bi Shuiliu? I'm afraid he is using Bi Shuiliu."

That’s not entirely true. I still have feelings for the flow of water.

He is a tool, but not a complete tool.

"It doesn't matter." Brother Zun's voice was the same as always, without even any anger or anger, and his eyes did not carry much hostility, as if he really didn't care about this matter.

Does he really not care?

I just backstabbed him and his CP.

I was immediately in awe.

There was even a moment when I felt myself being moved and wanted to directly untie the restraints on Brother Zun.

But I held back and decided not to do something like the villain dies because of talking too much.

It's impossible for me to be talked out of my way.

I walked up to him and put my hand on his chest. I felt that the director actually wanted to stop me, but due to his own will just now, he held back his hand from grasping the sword.

"Your reaction is so dull." Looking at you, I don't look like a villain.

And I can feel that even though the red blood cells of Brother Zun have just entered, the power transfer is faster than that of the director. This actually shows that the fusion of the power of the Red King and Brother Zun is problematic in a sense - or in other words, the compatibility is not good enough.

It is because of the lack of fit that the Weisman value fluctuates frequently - Brother Zun's self-awareness is too strong, and he himself has no desire to become king, so unconsciously, he is rejecting the power of the king in his body.

The more it rejects, the more the Sword of Damocles wants to stimulate more power to forcibly merge with the host. The power of the Third King is inherently violent, and Brother Zun is not a person who will surrender, which leads to a vicious cycle.

No wonder, no wonder Brother Zun has such an obvious problem with the fallen sword - in this situation, even if there is a lot of good power to mediate, it is absolutely impossible to sustain it for long.

It's only a matter of time before the sword falls.

This is an unsolvable proposition.

At that moment, I suddenly understood why Anna so easily accepted my decision to find a way to forcibly gather the power of all the kings.

She hopes her brother can survive.

The existence of a mafia-like family like Houmura is not connected by the power of a third king, but is built on the ties between each other with Zun Ge as the core.

As long as Brother Zun is here, Wuluo will be here.

As for whether to release the power of the stone slab or eliminate it, it doesn't matter to Brother Zun and the others - they became the king's ally because of me.

A very simple reason.

It is because the Colorless King attacked the members of Houmurao, and it is because Bishuiliu "attacked" me that there is the current confrontation between Houmurao and me.

ah.

You embarrass me by doing this.

I can't be fierce at all. Brother Zun is quite cooperative with me.

outrageous.

As I figured it out, the red blood cells are transported incredibly fast.

It has to be said that the frequent changes of the Third King and the continuous falling sword potential are not without reason. If the previous director's power is "drink more hot water", then Brother Zun's power is "drink more magma".

This does not refer to the strength of the king's power itself, but to the degree to which this power is accepted.

It's so hot.

I immediately felt my blood boiling.

Literally, blood boiling.

The only good news is that with the integration of the power of this third king, my feeling of the stone slab in my heart has become more and more obvious, and I have more and more active perception of it.

This allows me to mobilize the power of the stone tablet to tentatively suppress the power of the third king.

I don't intend to completely merge the power of the king represented by the stone tablet and the Sword of Damocles here - what if they can't be separated by then?

My first priority is [unchange].

If I fail to complete this task, I will definitely be laughed at by my friends.

This time I will go back and say these words: Worship me, I have exceeded my mission!