Son-in-law: The Goddess's family was cheated at the beginning

Chapter 334 The Philosophy of the Wicked

The few black-armored warriors were also on their way in a hurry, and they didn't have time to take care of the four of them, Shen Lang.

After all, they all know that anyone who can know the digital temple knows it.

Of course, no one knows whether this is called a digital temple.

This name was invented by Shen Lang.

Shen Lang suddenly slowed down, and he said: "I didn't do anything this time, and the Dao League and the Shadow Council actually helped me."

Hua Yong laughed when he heard this sentence, he shook his head while laughing: "Your words are stupid."

"Stupid? Where is the stupidity?"

"It's stupid everywhere. Everyone remembers the previous incidents. You have repeatedly taken risks for the Daomeng. You can be a rich man who has nothing to do with yourself, but you do everything for everyone. , In fact, we all know that you are very lazy in your bones, you don't like to meddle, and you are not good at meddling..." Hua Yong looked forward.

He suddenly looked back at Shen Lang: "My father told me before he died that if I succeed, I may get false friends and real enemies, but no matter what, I must succeed; if I choose to help others, maybe I will only get Complaining and resentment, but no matter what, I have to help others. People must maintain kind thoughts. If they are swallowed up by evil thoughts for a while, then good thoughts will never come again... and you have done so many things. As your brother, I can't It makes you feel cold..."

"Hahahaha..." Shen Lang laughed, and even smiled, and burst into tears.

"This time, try to find the enemy in this virtual world. As for matters outside the game world, leave it to the brothers and sisters of the Dao Alliance... and the people on your mother's side," Hua Yong said.

Shen Lang also patted his shoulder, wanting to say something, but found that he couldn't speak no matter what.

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After a kick in Jiangcheng, Zhang Wutong looked at the scattered puppets around him with a serious expression on his face.

Why is this mere Daoist League still haunted?
Why can't I avoid that or the thousands of years old woman no matter how I plan?
He was so angry that it seemed like a bomb was planted in his chest, ready to explode at any moment.

"Boss, shall we go back now?" asked the little fellow who was like a follower.

Zhang Wutong slapped him on the face: "Get lost!"

He glanced fiercely at these puppets. Although they retain these abilities of consciousness, there is no particularly outstanding ability among them. Not to mention SSS, there are only three S-level puppets.

The various ABCDs are uneven, and the puppet's body greatly restricts their ability, making them unable to output 100% of their ability.

For example, a fire-breathing puppet can obviously create a basketball-sized fireball, but the puppet can only emit a fireball that is as harmless as a lighter flame, making him almost explode.

Plus now that he was defeated, he didn't know how to deal with the man with tubes all over his body.

"Boss... why are you beating me? I heard that the team in the game failed again when they captured Iris and Shen Lang." The boy covered his face and said aggrievedly.

"A group of drunks and rice bags!" Zhang Wutong said, he is no different from a tyrant now.

The boy said again: "Why did you catch that Shen Lang? And it took such a tight time?"

"The biggest threat to me is not the Dao League, nor the monsters of the Shadow Council, but that old woman... He can go back infinitely, which will cause all our actions to be cracked by her. No matter who we kill, She can go back to the past 24 hours, and then save those damned people! I thought that killing those two old guys and keeping them for twelve hours would prevent time from going back, but the real situation is my carelessness Already." Zhang Wutong said.

"Then where are we going now?" the boy said.

"Go to see Tarot from the previous generation. Among those old guys, there are still three alive, but one of them is paraplegic and the other is dementia. Only that person can help us." Zhang Wutong said.

"that person?"

Zhang Wutong glanced at him: "Do you know the capabilities of SSS?"

"Isn't that an ability that only exists in legends? For example, Zhou Rong's immortal body, infinite retracing is the ability of SSS."

"Yes, and that person also has the ability of SSS. It was he who beheaded the previous leader of the Dao League, that is, Feng Haoran's grandfather, Feng Qiankun." Zhang Wutong said.

Hearing Feng Qiankun, the people around him suddenly cheered up.

Because Feng Qiankun represents an era, his abilities are called "Yehuo" and "Sanwei Zhenhuo". Once ignited, they will be completely burned.

It's useless to take off your clothes, and you can't use a fire extinguisher, because this kind of flame will burn through the soul of a person!
I don't know how many people died under Feng Qiankun. It was precisely because of Feng Qiankun that the doomed Daomeng was revived and became one of the most powerful forces in the world today.

Such a powerful Feng Qiankun will be wrapped in a layer of shamisen real fire as a coat when fighting. Whether it is a stone or a bullet, it will immediately turn into powder when it touches the flame.

But it was such an old guy who was too strong to be outrageous, but was killed by the "Pope" of Tarot's previous generation.

Not many people know the real name of this man called the Pope, but his strength is praised by most people.

And Zhang Wutong's goal this time is this person.

He suddenly found that the boy next to him was eating.

"What are you eating?" he said.

The servant smiled, took out a pack of black things and said, "Betel nut, betel nut and smoke, the magic power is boundless."

"Do you know there is a second half of this sentence?" Zhang Wutong said.

"The second half?"

"If you eat for half a year longer, your grave will be filled with smoke! People in the world think that those of us who have caused direct harm to the world are evil people, but they don't know that evil people are by their side... Look at these unscrupulous traders, selling cancer as a 1000 yuan package Luxuries, ridiculous... I kill one person and become evil, but he kills thousands of people?" Zhang Wutong walked in front.

The boy frowned, looked at the betel nut bag in his hand, and immediately spit out everything in his mouth, and then scattered everything in the bag all over the floor.

Another boy said: "I heard from our brothers that the boss is a bit nervous, but now the more I look at him, the more he looks like a philosopher?"

"Every madman is a philosopher, and every murderer is a doer. Which one do you choose?"

"Then I'll just be an ordinary person."

"Virtue!"

After driving for two hours, Zhang Wutong came to a place.

"Xiangjiang Mental Hospital".

He tidied his clothes to make himself look less decadent. He paused at the door, turned over to the wall, and flew over the grid directly with his hands.

The power grid was buzzing, but Zhang Wutong was unharmed.

(End of this chapter)