Chapter 141 The Immortality of the Soul
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The man in the dark suddenly opened his eyes.
The flexible waist swayed with explosive power, and the black fish tail drew countless ripples in the water.
Leon removed the control wires connected to his temples, leaned over the pool and laughed softly and hoarsely.
He saw Qianzhi again.
Although he didn't use his own hands, but relied on the puppet's eyes, he finally saw her, smelled her, and touched her again.
He once thought he would really die.
That was the first time Qianzhi took the initiative to hug him, but the next second her vines pierced through him, and their blood intertwined, warm yet cold.
He couldn't explain what it felt like.
He was once a disaster, cursing everyone and devouring all living things.
But when Qianzhi's blood flowed out and flowed endlessly in his palm, his heart, which was covered with sticky malice, felt an emotion called fear for the first time.
She couldn't die yet, she needed to live.
In his bored soul, this was the only thing he was pursuing.
He wanted to devour, tear apart, protect, and plunder in a complex way—
"Mother!" For the first time, he called out this name that he hated, the interstellar consciousness that gave him birth into this world.
"Save her! She can't die yet!" At that moment, the instinct to destroy everything was completely swallowed up by another intense emotion.
He couldn't tell what it was, and just stroked Qianzhi's increasingly pale face.
With a sigh, the shadow of the silver-haired woman appeared beside him.
"I have vanished, only a shadow remains," she said, looking with pity at her other child, the one she had borne when she was filled with malice towards the stars.
He is cold, violent, unable to distinguish between good and evil, and hates all living things.
But his only weakness was the girl in his arms, and he chased her as if it were some kind of instinct.
It's like a zombie body searching for its living, beating heart, or searching for its lost tender pistil through thorns, or like the dead water that is always sticky, damp, and calm finally encountering a clear and sweet spring.
She is his only hope.
"All I can do is purify your power and transfer it to her as life force. But if I do that, you will disappear."
"Disappear? Will I die?" The man's scarlet eyes flickered with a dim light, like a dark candle that refused to go out.
"So what?" He laughed.
As long as Qianzhi is not dead, it doesn’t matter what happens.
Her soul was not like her soft body, which could always be discovered and firmly controlled by him.
He was tired of waiting, tired of searching, he would rather sacrifice himself.
The woman who gave birth to him looked down on him. Don't think that she wants to completely eliminate him with this excuse.
Even if his body disappears, his soul is immortal, and he will engrave all the memories of Qianzhi on his soul.
His soul will be entirely named Qianzhi.
Only in this way, when he is reborn again, he will remember her first, find her, and get her.
"Take it away, take it all, and let her live." Er raised his palm, and the sticky mist curled up in his palm, turning into a surging black sphere. It penetrated the silver-haired woman's body, turned into white water mist, and slowly flowed into the girl's body.
Qianzhi's broken chest was slowly recovering, while Er's body was slowly disappearing.
He stared at Qianzhi and raised his fingers to touch her, but disappeared in the second before touching her.
The dark fish tail swayed underwater.
Leon raised his arm and stared at his reborn hand, which had bulging blue veins, slender fingers and beautiful joints.
This is a body that is so well matched to him.
Powerful, yet empty.
It was so empty that before he entered this body, the original soul gave up struggling and quickly disappeared.
He inherited all of Leon's memories and realized that his original body had almost no emotions.
This body was once just a machine of the Federation, without emotions or strong self-goals, so the soul was annihilated so quickly, as if it had finally thrown off the burden on its shoulders.
The original body was just the opposite of him.
His soul is so stubborn and obstinate.
Even if he fell into the door of reincarnation of the soul, because of the sins he had committed, he was burned by the fierce fire countless times, and the turbid dust on his body was corroded by the purifying water thousands of times.
Even though his body was riddled with holes and his soul had been tortured countless times, his soul still did not turn to ashes because of that obsession.
The swaying of fish tails in the water, ripples, and the sound of water slowly brought Leon back to his senses.
The pain of the whipping that was engraved on his soul could not cover up the excitement and trembling coming from his living heart.
"Qianzhi." Leon called the girl's name.
Somewhere below the strong waist and abdomen slowly bulged with the beating of the heart.
With a flick of his fish tail, the gills behind Leon's ears opened and closed as he immersed himself in the water. He sank back to the bottom of the pool and placed the control line connecting the neural pathway at his temple.
Qianzhi sat next to Ian and listened to Theo talk.
Just now he looked like a blonde fairy soaked in charm potion in the greenhouse, but now he has changed into a dark blue suit and has a serious and handsome face.
If you ignore the hand under the table, still stroking the wet shirt.
Qianzhi watched his fingers circling the small puddle of water on his collar, biting her lip and turning her head away.
abnormal!
"Deputy Foreign Minister Aaron and his five subordinates were expelled from the country yesterday," the guard nearby reported. "However, after being transported to the Tudor border, the Federation warship responsible for receiving them exploded, and none of them survived."
Someone sighed.
"They went to great lengths to send someone here, thanked them, and then committed a horrific act right under the emperor's nose, only to be killed by the commander's men in the end. What a bunch of makeshift crew."
"He's not the commander's man." Xiweier crossed his arms and suddenly spoke with a bad look on his face.
He seemed to be daydreaming just now as he stared at the red mark on the side of the Crown Prince's neck. Although he seemed to be nonchalant, he had actually analyzed the current situation soberly.
"From the analysis of the powder at the explosion terminal, the attacker used Omega-7 rays and superimposed hidden β-3 rays. That was the work of the Inspection Office." Sylvie pointed to the ballistic launch point of the terminal simulating the explosion scenario.
"So," Theo glanced at the emperor, "it was Rhodes's people who did it."
"What's the point?" an admiral blurted out.
"Or maybe that old fellow Rhodes was afraid that his stupid plan would be exposed, so he killed people to silence them, and by the way, he used this to curry favor with the empire and obtain military assistance; or maybe it really wasn't Rhodes who did it, but a third-party people's autonomous coalition. And then..." Sylvie pointed at the fragment of explosive that symbolized the commander's emblem.
"Or perhaps Commander Leon Claude is no longer himself."
"Is he really dead? However, our Ministry of Foreign Affairs has conducted multiple rounds of decryption and confirmed that it was his voice that delivered the diplomatic communication."
"He's not necessarily dead." Sylvie raised his eyebrows and looked at Ian again.
The situation is becoming increasingly confusing.
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