Dongfang Mingming wanted to dodge, but he had no chance.

His defensive energy was instantly cut through by Zhao Wudi, blood gushed out, and his body turned into a paper man.

Blood spurted and splashed all over the ground, soaking the paper man's body. The unknown paper man's figure in the east fell down.

Zhao Wudi put away his sword.

Zhao Wudi's knife is very beautiful, like a gem, emitting a faint light.

A look of satisfaction appeared on Zhao Wudi's face.

He won and Dongfang Mingming lost.

Zhao Wudi left without paying any attention to the broken paper figure left on the ground.

This is the Angel Research Institute's paper man death-substitution technique. All the top executives of the Angel Research Institute have this paper man to protect their lives.

Zhao Wudi sneered. This paper man could only die three times at most. Every time the paper man died, the original body would be seriously injured. If he could kill Dongfang Mingming once, he could kill him a second time.

In fact, if Dongfang Mingming continued to use the flying sword technique, Zhao Wudi might still be a little afraid.

Unfortunately, Dongfang Mingming used the strange secret techniques of the Angel Research Institute.

This means that Dongfang Mingming no longer believes in his sword.

In fact, Dongfang Mingming’s flying sword skills were not weak, but he lacked faith in his heart.

The real strength lies within oneself.

This is also why the Niu Hulu Song family dared to kick the Angel Research Institute away, because no matter how powerful the Angel Research Institute's secret techniques are, there is no martial god.

Without a war god, nothing is to be feared.

These secret techniques of the Angel Research Institute can make people become stronger quickly, but they also block their path to becoming martial gods.

There is little sense of technology on Dongfang Mingming, and almost no signs of modification, which proves that the Angel Research Institute also knows that its experiments are useless.

They want to cultivate a true martial god to protect them.

But, what a pity.

Martial arts and science sometimes collide with each other.

There is no way to mass-produce Martial Gods.

Zhao Wudi walked away decisively, without paying any attention to the mess behind him.

He didn't look back, nor did he pay attention to the paper figurine fragments scattered on the ground behind him.

········· Song Yiren is in the new hotel.

The ferocious beasts have undergone long-term training in the Qingming Secret Realm.

So he does his job properly.

They didn't find any stones, but they were smart. They piled up a lot of tables and chairs with mud, sprinkled salt on them, and dried them with fire. They felt pretty good.

The mud here is sticky and looks disgusting, but after drying, it's okay. Although this mud stool is ugly, it can be sat on and has a natural earthy fragrance.

This is much better than Song Yiren had imagined.

The altar is underground. If a passage can be built on top to let in sunlight, the environment will be very good. If some grass is planted around it, it will have a unique flavor.

However, the most urgent task now is to deal with the Dragon Girl of the North Sea.

Song Yiren walked to the edge of the restaurant, only three meters away from the invisible object.

This time, Song Yiren looked at Him intently.

He gently lifted his white eyelids, revealing his blue eyeballs, like two planets.

"Are you the Dragon Girl of the North Sea?"

Song Yiren asked Him.

He did not speak, but just looked at Song Yiren indifferently, without moving.

"I think it must be very hard for you to live! I think you may not want to be resurrected and used by others! I think you should want to be free! Let me help you get rid of it!"

There was no way, she had no other killer moves.

Song Yiren took a step back.

She remembered that the test subject regained its vitality under the roasting of the Golden Crow True Fire.

This one looks a bit like the real Dragon Girl of the North Sea.

Even if it is not real, it is definitely a test product of higher grade than the previous one.

With the stimulation of the Golden Crow's True Fire, he might be able to regain his vitality.

Before, Song Yiren couldn't deal with the other party.

But now, Song Yiren can deal with Him.

Just irritate Him and let Him into the restaurant.

By then, he will be burned to ashes by the Golden Crow True Fire just like Fu Yanzhi.

A spark flew from Song Yiren's fingertips to His body, but was extinguished in an instant.

This spark is not enough, perhaps we need to increase our efforts.

“Ah~~~~~~!”

The Golden Crow's true fire fell on His body, instantly leaving a dark mark.

What is going on? Why can the Golden Crow True Fire hurt him but not the Dragon Girl before?

Song Yiren thought of the key item, paulownia wood.

A way to heal the little black cat suddenly popped up in Song Yiren's mind, but she had to experiment with it first.

Song Yiren took out a piece of paulownia wood from the Qingming Secret Realm, lit it with the Golden Crow True Fire, and then threw it on Him.

Although He also uttered a sound of pain this time, His vitality was recovering.

In the flames, His figure gradually changed into a human form, transforming into the appearance of a young girl.

Song Yiren slapped her head. She was really stupid. She just thought that the high grade of Wutong wood could keep the Golden Crow Fire burning for a long time.

But she didn't expect the real magic of the paulownia wood, which is like the phoenix nirvana, reborn from the ashes.

This paulownia wood must have played an important role.

No wonder the dragon girl became more energetic and full of vitality as the fever went on.

She almost thought that her Golden Crow True Fire was ineffective.

The piece of paulownia wood that Song Yiren threw out was very small. After all, the paulownia tree in her space was not tall, and she was reluctant to waste it.

This small piece of sycamore wood burned out quickly.

Song Yiren couldn't help but exclaimed at this time: "Little Red Bean!"

After he regained his human form, he turned into the appearance of Little Red Bean. Except for the extra dragon horns on his head, he was almost exactly the same as Little Red Bean.

How could he be Little Red Bean? In such a short time, Little Red Bean was transformed into such a powerful monster.

Is He still Little Red Bean? However, He obviously reacted to the name Little Red Bean and looked at it in confusion.

At this time, Song Yiren took a step back and took out a bottle of one-star fruit wine. She was reluctant to take out too good a wine to attract the other party. Song Yiren opened the cork, and the aroma of the fruit wine emanated in an instant.

"Little Red Bean, this is your favorite fruit wine, come in and drink it, come in quickly!"

Song Yiren said to Him while fanning the aroma of the fruit wine with her hands to let the fragrance spread out.

Trying to trick the other party in.

"This fruit wine is delicious. If you don't drink it, then I will."

Seeing that he didn't move, Song Yiren pretended to pour the fruit wine into her stomach in one gulp.

Sure enough, when he saw this scene, he didn't have much intelligence in his mind, and his instinct made him unable to control himself, and he rushed into Song Yiren's shop.