Kill me you said, I created the sequence, what do you regret

Many mistakes of the living can be made up.

But what about the dead?

What Wang Yuanan did in Bingcheng touched his reverse scale.

If there is one name missing on the last page of the human calendar, it will be a regret that he will never be able to erase.

Li Ziyan's words made Wang Yuanan feel ashamed and he wished he could die right now.

But he knew that if he died, the infected people in Wangxing City would really be beyond help.

"At this point, I have no choice but to take a gamble." Wang Yuanan slowly stood up and looked up at Li Ziyan.

There was guilt and apology in his eyes.

The next second!

Wen Ling suddenly appeared, and a long knife cut through the sky and was placed on the belly of the insect breeder's sister.

In addition to a Wen Ling full of righteousness, there was another Wen Ling with a fiery aura holding down the messenger and the chanter.

Wang Yuanan looked at the chanter and the messenger and apologized: "I know your abilities, so don't waste your energy."

"I am a man of both literature and martial arts. Over the years, everyone only knows that I am an old man with great attainments in literature and history, but who knows that I have been practicing martial arts since I was a child and joined the army as soon as I became an adult."

"Using the charm of the literary spirit to give birth to the martial spirit, those who are touched by it can only resist with force. The physical strength of the two of you will not be stronger than the martial spirit."

"I am sorry for doing this to you. If possible, I am willing to spend the rest of my life to atone for my sins to you."

The martial spirit is his trump card among the trump cards.

It was condensed underground in Wencheng over the years, and no one would know about it.

He wants to gamble.

Betting that Li Ziyan will not give up these two sequencers.

This time,

He will throw away his many years of integrity and morality, things that he would rather die than give up.

Just for Li Ziyan to be soft-hearted once.

Wang Yuanan looked at Li Ziyan and said bitterly: "I gave up everything I had. Now I have nothing."

"Is this enough?"

"If it's not enough, you say it and I'll do it."

He stood on the ground, the wind blew through his clothes, and he looked like an old man who was about to die, without a trace of life.

Killing Takeda made him bear the name of a traitor.

Saving the infected, he abandoned his bottom line.

From the back, he looked extremely lonely and lonely.

But Li Ziyan laughed out loud, and he stopped laughing after a long time.

"Wang Yuanan, Wang Yuanan, you really think I'm an idiot."

"Save, right?"

"Okay!"

"I'll save!"

"But look around, how many people need me to save?"

Li Ziyan's tone was full of sarcasm.

What he hated most was moral kidnapping. Instead of moral kidnapping, he would rather play some dirty tricks.

Wang Yuanan did this, and he could give him a chance.

But I'm afraid that the infected here don't need this opportunity anymore.

Wang Yuanan was startled, then looked around.

I saw that the infected had completely lost their will, leaving only a bloody skeleton shaking.

Even the infected in some places have begun to fight each other.

But Wang Yuanan put all his thoughts on Li Ziyan and ignored it.

Now in Wangxing City, there are probably not many people left who can be saved. If I wait a little longer, I'm afraid that these strong-willed people will completely become zombies.

Wang Yuanan knelt on the ground again and begged Li Ziyan: "Save one if you can!"

"Please!"

Seeing him like this, Li Ziyan didn't continue to pester him, and then he raised his hand to release the time stop.

The messenger took advantage of the gap when the martial spirit was controlled and instantly came to Li Ziyan's side.

"I'm sorry, Master."

"His strength of both literary and martial spirits is extremely rare among all races. You are no match for him." Li Ziyan said softly.

Li Ziyan continued to look at Wang Yuanan and said, "Since you have torn off that face, I can give you a chance, but it depends on whether you can grasp this opportunity."

Then Li Ziyan's divine thoughts dissipated.

Wang Yuanan clasped his hands together, "Thank you very much!"

In the cemetery of all races,

Li Ziyan picked up the blood-stained chapter and put it into the crucible.

It was mixed with the potion that had been completed before.

In an instant!

A foul smell emanated from the crucible.

And the clear liquid instantly became extremely turbid, bubbling constantly, and it seemed that many painful roars could be heard faintly.

Soon.

All reactions were suppressed by the crucible.

After being poured into the bottle, the liquid looked a little red and black.

The messenger also came here at this moment, and Li Ziyan handed the potion to her, "Let him drink it."

The messenger looked at the ominous potion and his face changed, "Master, do you really want him to transform into a sequencer?"

Li Ziyan said calmly:Joining the Sequencers is not necessarily a good thing for some people. "

"He is just a little older, but he still doesn't know that all decisions have a price."

"Besides, I can only save you, and I won't ignore the Chanter."

"Besides, there is a job that he is very suitable for, provided that he can withstand the test."

If a race wants to become stronger, it must have a corresponding history.

And the writer of history, Wang Yuanan is the most suitable for this job. Like the sacrifice represented by the Chanter, it is an indispensable job in the Hall of Heroes.

Some work will start now.

One day, perhaps the Sequencer will also be able to condense another foundation-level prop such as the Book of Human History.

When the messenger appeared in Star City again, Li Ziyan did not come again.

She handed the potion to Wang Yuanan, "It takes time for the Sequencer to transform. Your transformation time determines the life and death of these infected people in Star City."

"Everything depends on your will. "

The messenger had a little idea. The transformation of each sequencer takes a long time, and the longest one is the plague.

The most affected are the blasphemers.

And no matter how fast Wang Yuanan is, I am afraid that there will not be many of these infected people left.

Wang Yuanan didn't say anything nonsense, he took it and poured it all into his mouth.

The next moment!

His eyes suddenly seemed to be torn into pieces, and began to crack, and his whole body began to break.

Including the head, it seemed to be forcibly stretched by some force, even the bones!

Faced with such severe pain, Wang Yuanan couldn't help but roar to offset the pain.

But then,

A red The mucous membrane covered him at a very fast speed!

The whole process made the messenger tremble with fear, because the whole process was like those infected people, shedding skin and blood.

The appearance was extremely miserable.

At this moment, the literary spirit and martial spirit began to dissipate.

The entire Wangxing City was covered by the blood mist emitted by Wang Yuanan when he transformed, and those infected people fainted after just a slight breath.

At the same time, the infected body stopped deforming.

At the same time.

A huge ship came across the sky, and Mike sat in the commander's position with his legs crossed and polished his nails.

And said to an attendant next to him: "Don't keep your nails too long when doing scientific research, but you can't have none at all."

"These nails can sometimes be used as tools, such as buckling a sunken button."

The attendant listened carefully and modestly.

At this time, someone said: "Mike, Senator, it's still half an hour away from Wangxing City."

Mike sat up and immediately ordered someone to say: "Start checking each cabin immediately. Those who are not on the list will be killed directly, no need to report! ”

“If anyone on the list behaves suspiciously, I will kill them even if they are going to the toilet!”

He looked nervous, as he still remembered the lesson he had learned from Guo Jin last time.

He must not do it again!