Chapter 276: Ritual, Alert and Fierce Eagle
Religious Order.
"Did you catch him?"
"We've caught him, Your Excellency the Bishop. Do you want to go in and take a look?" the believer asked hesitantly.
Cen Genghong glanced at him and asked, "What's wrong?"
The believer lowered his head in fear, "Nothing happened, it's just... he was too fierce. He woke up just now, bit off one of our people's ears, and spit it on the ground. Now we haven't cleaned up the place yet."
Cen Genghong raised his eyebrows. Instead of being angry, he felt interested to hear that the captured beast was still alive and well.
"He wasn't muzzled?"
"It's on, it's on now." The believers were still a little frightened.
He had dealt with so many "mothers", but this was the first time he had seen such a ferocious one. If it hadn't been locked with the electric shock chain, all of them would have probably died in there.
He stepped back and opened the door for the Bishop. As soon as the door was opened, the smell of blood mixed with the dirty air hit me in the face. The smell of blood was very strong, and I couldn't tell whether it was from the believers or Bai Ling.
Cen Genghong lifted his sleeves, lightly covered his mouth and nose, and looked around the round room. It's called a room, but in fact it's only three steps wide. It's bare on all sides without any decorations, and the walls are covered with anti-collision sponges.
The dried bloodstains on it showed that many people had tried to commit suicide here.
But Cen Genghong believed that Bai Ling would never be one of them. He has always been very patient.
As he stopped, he heard the harsh sound of chains shaking in front of him. An alert and ferocious eagle was sticking to the wall, ready to attack at any time. The cultist looked nervous and took out electric batons and shouted loudly, but Cen Genghong raised his hand to stop him, as if he was not in any hurry to tame him.
Cen Genghong knew that he couldn't see himself clearly. When his escape pod fell, his intraocular pressure was too high and he was frozen in the snow for a long time. He was now like a bird flying against the glass of a building, his eyes bloodshot and able to react only by sound.
And this is a round room.
Anyone who has ever kept a pet knows that a round cage has no corners and provides no hiding place. Whether it is a dog or a bird locked inside, it will be extremely panicked and lack a sense of security.
He couldn't see nor could he hide. The wooden stake tied to his right leg had been removed, and he couldn't even stand steadily. He could only rely on adrenaline to keep his back straight. It looks like a cruel bird of prey with its feathers flying, but in fact, it can be knocked down and pressed under someone's body with just a push of the hand.
Cen Genghong couldn't help but admire it for a while longer.
Although his body had changed, the subtle feeling of the other person slapping him in the face still remained burning on his face. He bared his teeth. Seeing Bai Ling's miserable state, he couldn't tell whether he felt happy or disgusted, or both.
He stretched out his hand and yanked the chain on the wall hard, causing Bai Ling, who was standing on one leg, to stagger and almost fall.
Cen Genghong smiled: "We meet again."
A strange figure, a strange voice, and I couldn’t even see the other person’s face clearly. But thinking back to the interface at the back of Cen Yan's head and the text message, it was not difficult to guess who he was.
Bai Ling: "It's you."
His voice was so hoarse that no tune could be heard, and there was no trace of the coldness and sternness he had when he ordered Cen Yan's head to be cut off. The cult's electric baton was fully charged and caused him a lot of pain.
Cen Genghong laughed, "It seems that we really have a telepathic connection. You just killed one of me, and then you recognized another me."
Bai Ling: "Which you?"
Cen Genghong said slowly, "Uncle Cen."
After a moment's silence, Bai Ling said "Oh", as if this result was both unexpected and reasonable.
Or perhaps it was the severe physical injuries, fatigue, and the torment of estrus that made him unable to spare the slightest energy to express his shock.
——Shocked that a person is both one’s father, brother, elder, and one’s child or grandchild. It was as if he was no longer a human being, but a chromosome spirit that was unwilling to die.
Bai Ling said with some sarcasm.
"You know three of me: my daughter Cen Yan, my son Cen Yan, and me." Cen Genghong said casually, "Unfortunately, I don't like women's bodies, so when you were five years old, I gave birth to a son."
I see.
No wonder Cen Yan's face looked so young, almost like a teenager who had not fully grown up; no wonder no one had ever heard of Cen Yan being raised as a girl, because that body was originally that of a little girl.
The children were born normal, but Cen Genghong, the father, used his children's bodies as shells and usurped their consciousness.
Bai Ling's stomach was churning with nausea.
Cen Genghong did not care about such a morally perverted thing. After all, it is inconceivable if one still sticks to the moral bottom line at this age.
He looked at Bai Ling. The little boy's once innocent and cute features had been honed into sharp and cold edges. The last time he saw him was when Bai Ling was six years old. Fifteen years have passed in a flash, but he can still vividly remember the events and feelings of those years.
Cen Genghong sighed, "I didn't expect that when I saw you again, you would stand against me and hang out with my enemies. You were only that tall back then." He raised his hand and gestured, "When Bai Ke killed someone, you followed her obediently and helped her cover it up. At that time, I thought, this child is affectionate and righteous. I wonder how loyal she will be when she grows up."
Bai Ling's shoulders trembled slightly, and he slowly bit his lips.
Cen Genghong said nostalgically, "I wanted to tease you, but Bai Ke rarely brought you to the office. After much thought, I decided to sacrifice my daughter and be friends with you. Yanyan was also a very good child. I said to her, 'Daddy, can you lend me your body to make friends with others?' She nodded and agreed."
"In the next two years, it was me who accompanied you to swimming lessons and walked home hand in hand with you after school, not Yanyan."
"Your hands are very warm, very hot. You have a very high body temperature at the age of five or six. The more I think about it, the more I feel it's a pity that Bai Ke didn't give birth to you as a girl. But it doesn't matter, I can also do homosexuality. I will equip myself with a younger body, and you will stay by my side as a beta. When you grow up, you will be my right-hand man. Positions, resources, everything I can give you."
At this point, he couldn't help but sigh, "It's a pity that your mother doesn't know what's best for her. When I tried to test her, she reacted violently, even more reluctant than when I said I wanted to marry her."
"I can only send her to the surface. Once she gets radiation sickness, I can use my connections to get you here."
For him, taking away custody of a child is no problem. So he took his time to make the arrangements.
But the resistance of this woman Bai Ke was beyond his imagination.
Back then, she was disobedient and insisted on having a bastard child, so he removed her from her position as a core researcher and kicked her to a marginal unit, but she refused to accept. Later, when he wanted her son, he forced her to work in the place with the strongest nuclear radiation, but she refused to accept.
Moreover, his execution ability was so high that he just threw the child on the boat after tidying up the place without leaking any information beforehand.
This caught Cen Genghong off guard. When he chased after it, the ship had already flown out of the atmosphere. And the crazy woman stood there, pale as a sick person, laughing arrogantly at him.
She is an outlier and there is no sense of collectivism in her heart.
Cen Genghong originally admired her very much, but after being disobeyed again and again, he began to hate her. Since she thought that she could escape from his control by putting her on the ship, he let the ship sail towards the danger zone.
Later, a shipwreck really happened.
He told Bai Ke that, unfortunately, Xiao Ling had died. The woman became even crazier. She didn't believe it at all. Later, she used her connections to transfer money to the empire, but she couldn't find the recipient. Not long after that, she died of illness.
"I originally thought that if such a young child survived the shipwreck, he would at least get seriously ill, so I let it go and not worry about what happened next."
"But who would have thought that you would become outstanding after joining the army. You were eighteen years old that year, and your future was bright. I saw you on the military's internal list of candidates for promotion. The photo was taken so well that I kept a copy and sent another to the youngest son of the Duke of Swordfish - the Duke and I have a good personal relationship, and his son Gram grew up under my care."
Cen Genghong said regretfully, "It's a pity that you and Ge Lan didn't get along well. He broke your leg and put you in jail. Even your separation is worrying."
Bai Ling felt a cold and sticky feeling on his back, and he felt that voice was like a thorn in his side, sticking to him in a creepy way.
"In that case, even if you escaped, you would most likely have to live in the slums for the rest of your life, relying on picking up garbage for a living. Thinking of how miserable you were, I couldn't bear to look for you."
"Then I left the Empire for a while and went to the Federation to develop. I missed a lot of news about you. Until that day, I saw you and Isuparaiso walking hand in hand in the interstellar ghost market. You were like a puppy, so loyal, with bright eyes, and told him 'I will protect you' - at that time I saw you through the surveillance of the Cyber Temple, and I really regretted it in my heart!"
In an instant, a chilling feeling of being spied on and speculated about penetrated into Bai Ling's bones across time and space, making his hair stand on end.
So the bionic monk blew up the space station and forced him and Yu Chen to separate. It was definitely Cen Genghong who instructed it behind the scenes!
Cen Genghong said with regret: "If I had known this, I should have picked you up, cut off your limbs, kept you by my side, and fed you every day. That way, you would be grateful like a puppy and loyal to me."
Bai Ling felt cold all over after hearing this. What is scary is not the scenario woven by the other party's words, but the fact that he knows that if fate plays a trick on him, the other party may really succeed.
Cen Genghong is vicious and good at operating behind various forces. He maintains close ties with senior officials of various countries. Just looking at the resources he has, you can tell that he is far more than just an ordinary director of the [Reconstruction Administration].
Who is he? !
A blurry image flashed through his mind, and Bai Ling grabbed it suddenly. The fragments became clearer and clearer, until he remembered the information on the Cyber Monk's chip -
At this moment, a voice suddenly shouted from outside the door, "Your Excellency the Bishop, everything is ready."
"Is it also for the ceremony?" Cen Genghong asked with a sidelong glance.
Bai Ling's drooped eyelashes suddenly trembled.
Cultist: “Yes.”
Cen Genghong smiled with satisfaction. He raised his chin towards Bai Ling and said, "Pack up this biting bird and put it in the car."
After a while, Bai Ling was electrocuted and lost consciousness. As he was escorted past him, Cen Genghong whispered in his ear:
"Say goodbye to your homeland."
·
When he opened his eyes again, he was locked in a treatment cabin.
The ceiling projected the familiar red and green sign that he was saved. The revolutionary army found him and took him in a proper place.
The nurse came over from time to time to check on him. He had a tube in his mouth, and he pounded on the lid with his limp fists, mumbling and shouting:
I want to see Seibu Tsukasa!
Xiwusi arrived soon. They lifted the lid and reluctantly allowed him to say a few words. Xiwu Si was no longer as harsh as before. He used a slightly stiff tone, unskilled but trying to comfort her:
"Kid, don't get excited, don't worry. We are already searching with the greatest efforts. We will find Bai Ling even if we dig deep into the ground. Don't worry..."
"…We also found two alphas, one of whom is your sailor. If you want to see—"
“Get them out!!”
Kidd was so emotional that he couldn't catch his breath and was forcibly held back by the doctor in the emergency room.
The doctor was too busy to rush people away:
"Please don't let anyone in to disturb him. His organs were damaged, and his heart and lung arteries were almost ruptured. It's a miracle that he survived."
Seibu nodded and ordered the area to be sealed off.
Kidd fell into a coma again and his condition stabilized a little, but the military doctor was still worried. He returned to the operating room and looked at the ball of black silk threads twisting in the tray, and fell into deep confusion.
In fact, he just lied.
Kidd's cardiopulmonary arteries didn't just almost rupture, they had already ruptured.
His life was originally in danger, but these unknown black lines turned into dressings, temporarily blocking the crack, allowing Kidd to hold on for a while longer and not die on the spot in Commander Bai's arms.
However, this black line does not seem to belong to any medical nanomaterial on the market.
The military doctor thought that this must be high-tech that he had never seen before.
He decided to keep it, study it, and hopefully publish a few papers on it.
The military doctor turned around and prepared to find a petri dish to put it in. When he came back here, he stood there in a daze, staring at the empty plate with a blank expression.
Disappeared, lost, gone.
...It's a hell! ?
At the same time, the black lines on the ceiling twisted and crawled into the ventilation duct. On the way to self-destruction, it differentiated a round and moist fish eye and looked under the fence.
Below is the command room where the atmosphere is tense and depressing.
Even though they had deployed radars, the cult seemed to have disappeared without a trace and no trace of them could be found.
Although this is understandable - the planet is comparable in size to Earth, and searching for it would take a lot of time.
But everyone knows that with every second that passes, Bai Ling’s chance of being in danger increases. When he heard that the 20th Regiment, which was responsible for the search, still found nothing, Seibu Tsukasa's face turned extremely pale.
This huge steppe eagle paced in the command room, each step heavier than the last.
Finally, he walked towards the operating table.
Everyone held their breath, not daring to make a sound, thinking that he would definitely punch the podium in anger.
But Seibuji stopped abruptly, stood still, closed his eyes and took a breath, then took out his wallet from his pocket, pulled out a photo with trembling fingers, and placed it on the operating table.
Everyone looked closely and saw that it was a group photo, taken when they were drunk during the seafood dinner in the cafeteria after the victory of the last battle.
At the edge of the screen, Bai Ling was holding a bottle of wine in his hand, his arm around Xiwu Si's shoulders, and smiling happily.
He has no more photos of Bai Ling.
Take this one, Cyber offers it as a sacrifice.
Xiwu Si is not superstitious, but at this moment, he would rather there is metaphysics in the world. No matter whether that power is good or bad, please bring Bai Ling back safely.
He stood back stiffly, facing the operating table, and made a wish that even he felt was crazy:
"...As long as he can come back, I will...send another hundred photos!"
I don’t know if it’s a coincidence.
The red light on the console turned green with a click.
Xiwu Si was shocked and subconsciously thought, you agreed so quickly? The next second, he suddenly realized that it was the communication button on the ship, and the green light simply meant that someone was requesting a call.
What offering? It’s fake! It's totally useless.
Xiwusi sighed and answered irritably, "You better be okay!"
Subordinates: "Your Excellency, Lieutenant General! Good news, the captured alpha took the initiative to report that he knows where the cult is hiding!"
As he was speaking, the communication interface started moving on its own. The photo of Bai Ling on the stage was scanned and archived by the main operating desk. It was as if some kind of creature appeared in the void and accepted the tribute.
Xiwusi was shocked: "What the hell."
Now I have to believe it!
·
The abyss-like cave extended infinitely downwards. First, a damp and cold wind blew past, and then a bright light flashed by. At this moment, a speeding train was diving down at three times the speed of sound.
The strong push on the back caused by the impact made the passengers in the train scream. They all fastened their seat belts and complained angrily about their bad luck today.
When the road became smoother, many people got up from their seats reluctantly, intending to go to the shrine to pray.
At this moment, Wen Hao was sitting by the window, staring at the dark red rock wall outside that was flying backwards at high speed. At the junction of concrete and rock, cold groundwater seeped in, leaving traces like blood and tears.
He felt inexplicably depressed.
When he saw his friend Sir coming back, Wen Hao couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
"How is the effect of 'worshiping gods'?" asked the writer.
"It's OK. I plugged it in and let the host clean it up. I feel much better. Why don't you go?"
"Let's talk about it later." Wenhao subconsciously avoided it. The connector on the back of his head pressed against the back of the seat, causing a slight pain, as if constantly reminding him that this was not his own body.
Jazz laughed like a fat Maitreya Buddha, "Are you against this? I remember you wrote in your book that your whole family are devout Catholics. But you dared to put game coins into the wishing box when you were a child. Your parents found out and beat you up."
Wen Hao sighed, "That was a long time ago. But I really don't believe in God. After all, before that time, the money I threw in was real pocket money. But apart from hearing a sound, He never helped me realize any of my wishes."
"Only when I threw the game coin did he really show his spirit - when I looked up, I saw the priest rushing towards me angrily."
The Jazz was delighted when he heard this, "Good things don't work, but bad things do."
The writer confessed, "Since then, I have no faith at all. God is high above, and there are too many wishes and confessions. He doesn't care whether you live or die."
Then he advised his friend, "If you really want to make your wish come true, you should make a deal with the devil. Although the devil is greedy, he is very trustworthy. Whether it is selling your body or your soul, he will personally sign a contract with you one-on-one. Once you sign, the other party will snap his fingers and help you realize your wish immediately - the efficiency is so high."
Jazz was stunned: "You are talking about the devil like a senior sales manager."
Wen Hao shrugged, "Who says it's not true? When you throw money into God's wish box and get no response, the devil's written contract can be regarded as the rare equality in the world."
The Jazz thought his perspective was quite interesting.
Speaking of the devil, we naturally think of the "devil" of the empire, Isupareso. He is a recognized enemy within the cult and a major stumbling block. If it weren't for that mermaid, they would have been able to carry out their plan fifty years ago.
The cult's mainframe, known as the "Electronic Buddha", is a supercomputer. It has made many prophecies, predicting the actions of Isupareso. The more times they fought, the more the Electronic Buddha understood Isuparaiso, and over the past fifteen years, the success rate of its predictions had become increasingly higher, and the cult was gradually gaining the upper hand.
Whenever there is news about Isupalaiso, the top leaders of the cult are always on high alert. They called the merman "Interference Factor X" and observed him for a long time, being wary of all his decisions.
However, for some reason, Electronic Buddha’s predictions have repeatedly failed in the past two years. They were even forced to use the "Earth Center Train" for transfer.
The Jazz guessed that Isuparaiso must have become stronger again.
The Electronic Buddha has just updated a prophecy - stay away from "interference factor X", otherwise the plan will fail.
The cult took it very seriously and immediately activated their last trump card. Now, they are speeding in the earth's core tunnel without anyone noticing. In less than two hours, they will appear on the other side of the planet, rush out from the deserted surface, fly out of the atmosphere with the help of the fuel booster at the tail of the train, and after the jump, disappear in the vast dark universe in the blink of an eye.
Leave the hateful "interference factor X" behind forever.
From now on, they will stay away from that devil and no longer have to worry about him suddenly jumping out and destroying everything they have worked hard to build.
Jazz hummed a little tune comfortably. He couldn't wait to go to the Federation to enjoy his vacation after four hundred years.
But his friend Wenhao was not so happy, and instead seemed a little absent-minded.
The Jazz thought that the writer must be in low spirits because the journey was too boring. Then he whispered to him:
"Want to have some fun? I just went to the shrine, and the bishop said his 'mother' is going to be conceived today, and he invited me to watch. I can bring someone with me, and let's go and see how pretty the chick is that he couldn't wait to inseminate her in the car."
The knight has a high status in the order and can go to watch these kinds of "ceremonies". He had invited literary masters before, but they were always not interested, thinking that most religious ceremonies were pretentious, and refused to go.
This time, the writer also wanted to refuse.
At this time, an acquaintance came up from the back seat and said excitedly, "I heard that the person they caught was Bai Ling, the empress of the empire. It's exciting to think about having her reproductive cavity opened and conceived in public. Great writer, are you going? If you don't go, can you give me the opportunity?"
The conception ritual is divided into three parts: first removing the mark, then brainwashing, and finally conception.
In fact, capturing an omega and performing artificial insemination is not that complicated medically. But the sect enjoys complicating simple things and likes to let its followers watch.
After all, all the sense of ritual is to instill a concept in everyone - that is, they do this to "continue the human flame", for the collective, and have a higher and greater goal.
The sense of ritual wrapped in the grand melody diluted the sense of guilt and made the collective criminal behavior become infinitely glorious and reasonable.
If the object of the ceremony was Bai Ling, the heir appointed by Isuparaiso and the only hope of the old emperor, it would be even more honorable and satisfying!
It is comparable to the pleasure of insulting the enemy's wife and children in public after winning a battle - who can refuse this traditional male pleasure, it is definitely better than ejaculation.
Bai Ling... Wen Hao had only been awake for three months, but he also knew this name.
During the Roman Empire, the slave hero Spartacus led the suffering gladiators in a rebellion. The trumpets of victory blew across most of the empire, but he was eventually beheaded by the nobles.
Bai Ling is the Spartacus of the stars.
And there is an old saying in the literary world: there is no poet who does not want to witness the death of Spartacus with his own eyes.
Wenhao: "I'll go take a look."
·
Contrary to what one might imagine, the shrine is usually well lit. But when the ceremony is taking place, generally only a few lights are left on to ensure comfortable viewing.
The room was cold and tidy, filled with cool marble decorations, making it feel suffocating.
When the writer walked in, he felt that the whole world had quieted down, and the vibration of the speeding train seemed to disappear in an instant. His eyes were focused on the front, where a beam of light poured down softly, outlining the thin outline of the hanging young man at an angle.
Bai Ling's hands were tied with chains, and his whole body was pulled into the shape of a cross. His head was stained with blood, and his blood-stained white hair hung down in wisps.
To prevent him from suddenly attacking and hurting others, they tied a muzzle behind his head and held it tightly. When he heard the sound of approaching footsteps, he raised his head with great difficulty and gave them a sarcastic smile.
They noticed that he had a tight leather strap around his thigh. Those who are familiar with the imperial culture immediately recognized that this was a strap used to install a massage device for military omegas during estrus.
Myomoto explained that in order to carry out the operation smoothly, it had used a medical robot to remove his massage tools and threw them into the medical waste.
Even so, this little detail caused a whole bunch of gooey, excited whispers. When the literary masters went to listen, they only heard a few words, saying that Bai Ling was "promiscuous", "dirty", "degenerate", and "as a female, she dared to satisfy herself"...
In the teachings of the human cult, any physical enjoyment of omegas that is not for the purpose of reproduction is shameless and lascivious.
At this time, the bishop came over.
Cen Genghong tidied himself in advance. He wore an ankle-length white robe, his face was calm, his eyes were slightly raised, and there was an imperceptible joy in his eyes.
Obviously, Bai Ling, a mother with a special identity, made him very honored and satisfied.
Cen Genghong bent his finger bones to lower the chain. He was about to take the first step in the ceremony.
As everyone held their breath and concentrated, he took a syringe from Miao Ben, gently pushed the needle, and watched the potion spurt out an arc from the thin syringe against the light. Then he turned around, reached out and grabbed the loose hair on the back of Bai Ling's head, and steadily and fiercely inserted the needle into the slender back of the neck.
After Cen Genghong finished applying the potion, he brushed his fingers across Bai Ling's slightly trembling jaw and said slowly, "This will wash away your dirty history and return you to innocence."
At this moment, all the onlookers couldn't help but lean forward. They breathed softly, waiting impatiently for the iron-blooded omega who would not utter a word even if his bones were broken to let out a desperate groan due to the loss of his mark.
He tilted his ears and listened excitedly.
Huh, ho, huh, the chest rises and falls, with only the dull sound of breathing.
In an instant, Bai Ling let out a meaningful sneer from between his teeth, as if challenging everyone. Is that it?
The mark was gone, but my entire body and the back of my neck were shaking in pain due to hormonal imbalance. But as long as he survives, there will be alphas who will clean their teeth and send them to bed, lining up to lick his neck.
Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then became extremely angry.
How could there be such an omega? ! He didn't say a word, just sneered, and they panicked and subconsciously clamped their legs together, afraid of being stared at and laughed at by those eyes.
They shouted angrily, "Cover his eyes and teach him a lesson!"
So, after being muzzled, Bai Ling’s eyes were covered with a cloth. Now, not only was he deprived of his vision, he also lost his last bit of sensitivity to light.
But they still felt it was not enough, they wanted to turn him completely blind, deaf and dumb, and pull out his claws bit by bit.
"Brainwash him and teach him a lesson!"
His body would belong to the Order, and they would make sure he was quiet, docile, the omega he was meant to be.
From then on, the only war he could wage was to overturn the kitchen basin.
The chain was tightly wrapped around Bai Ling, squeezing his thin waist into an arc that was almost broken, and then it pulled him back violently.
He was forced to lean back. At this moment, the mechanical arm at the back proudly extended a rough long needle and stabbed it into Bai Ling's straight spine. His back suddenly bent in pain, and his teeth chattered up and down, but he still didn't make any sound to please them.
Large amounts of connecting agent poured into his spine, and tiny chips flowed along the blood vessels and rushed into his brain. Putting pressure on him, starting to fight for control of his conscious nerves.
The huge artificial mental pressure tore at his brain like a tsunami. He knew that if he surrendered, he would lose control of his body forever, so he bit his tongue and forced himself to stay awake and hold on!
I can't be killed...
The unkillable falcon!
Cen Genghong looked unhappy, angered by Bai Ling's refusal to yield, "Add more medicine."
Gulp, gulp.
Miao Ben reminded: "The dosage is almost beyond the tolerance of normal people."
Cen Genghong sneered: "Add more."
Gulp, gulp.
Miao Ben glanced at Bai Ling and found that the other party was still conscious. Even though he was a medical AI known for his calm emotions, he was shocked by this man's terrifying desire to survive and ability to withstand stress.
He couldn't believe it and said, "The mental pressure has exceeded the critical value. A normal person would be completely crazy at this stage. Why is he still awake?"
Bai Ling was hanging there, listening to their words, and suddenly remembered something.
Many, many years ago, when he was mentally ill, a kind-hearted netizen got his permission and fucked his brain remotely.
Later, he was stretched out while he was unconscious, repeatedly. So much so that after they got married, the other party's terrifying mental tentacles would occasionally reach into his mind and check his dreams, but he didn't feel uncomfortable at all.
At this moment, having figured everything out, he just wanted to laugh out loud.
What dark history? That’s the way I came here!
In order to adapt to every torture from that ghost thing, he became harder and stronger, which became a huge asset for his survival at the moment.
You want to brainwash me? Isuparaiso has never been able to do it in his two lifetimes, so what makes you think you can?
Miaoben thought of something and looked at him in surprise.
Bai Ling, this extraordinary omega, cannot be brainwashed by the host, let alone be selected.
Facing such a huge spiritual pollution, he still maintains his self. There is only one possibility -
That is, an evil god has long lived in his mind.
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