Kuiba Longming

"Longming?" The chief frowned slowly as he looked at Kuiba whose eyes seemed to be nailed to an ancient sword.

The ancient sword that Milia got from the antiquities dealer...was unearthed in the same tomb as Quiba. To be more precise, this sword was the thing that once sealed Quiba, stuck in his chest, and was later stolen by the tomb robber The mysterious ancient sword that was pulled away.Milia guessed that this sword would become a weapon to blackmail Longming, but she still didn't understand the chief executive's idea. Returning the sword to Longming...isn't it meaningless?

Long Ming recalled some pictures, blurry, those pictures when he first came to this world.

The tomb was dark and cold, too long had passed, and even the long light was no longer on. He opened his eyes, and who pulled out the sword from his chest?In the trance of waking up from a big dream, he couldn't see anything clearly, and tried to find his memories, but all his memories were distant and vague... He slept for too long, and he was forced to accept the world as soon as he woke up, and even the memories were lost. It's too late...if Zhou Mingyu hadn't appeared...without this sword...without Jiang Huang...without these reminders, he wouldn't have remembered that he still had memories from before Kuiba...before he became the corpse king, he also used to be a person...

"This is not my sword..." Long Ming said these words, but made contradictory movements, leaned over and held the handle tightly, as if he was afraid of being taken away.

The chief executive looked at him indifferently, "Whose sword is this?"

"Forget...I don't remember..." Long Ming's eyes showed despair, he slowly let go of his finger, it was that person's sword...but who was that person?No matter how I think about it, I can't remember the appearance and voice of that person, and the memory blurred into light and shadow like symbols on him... Why is this happening?Long Ming raised his hand to press his aching head, "Ah!"

With a deep roar, Long Ming began to grow under the pressure of the chains, the electric light on the chains flickered to illuminate the whole room, his white hair grew wildly and fell to the ground, his pupils lost their color, and the chains formed on his neck and wrists. The excruciating pain seemed to be non-existent. He maintained his state after he had been transformed into a maniac, muttering frantically, with a ferocious expression, "It was me... I killed him..."

Blood gushed out from the veins, Long Ming murmured to himself and pressed his hand on the edge of the box, the blood flowed to the side of the ancient sword, the sword made a strange pulling sound, and the tip of the sword trembled slightly showing a murderous look.

The chief executive pulled Long Ming and closed the box tightly, and the moment the data lock automatically locked, Kuiba threw him on the ground, "Kill me! I don't want to do this...Kill me..."

"Calm down, there's nothing wrong, just look at me," Zong Siqiang pulled Long Ming's face, "Tell me what's on your mind, what are you obsessed with?"

"Kill me!" Long Ming tightened his collar, his voice was cold and terrifying, "Otherwise I'll kill you!"

The guard at the door opened the door with a gun, the chief shook his head and signaled him to go out. After the guard hesitated for a few seconds, the door closed again.Seeing Kuiba's irritability and out of control, Jiang Huang stretched out his hand to hold the back of his neck, trying to comfort him, "Calm down, it's all over, don't be afraid."

Long Ming stared angrily at the chief executive, his eyes gradually became confused... His chaotic mind did not stop searching for traces left by that vague figure in his memory, but his irritability decreased sharply, "Jiang Huang... "Long Ming read a sentence softly, and the weight fell on the chief executive.

"Director," more than a dozen prison guards in heavy armor were blocking the door to rush in, and the Asian Union Chief came out with the unconscious Kuiba in his arms, "It's all gone, I'll take him Infirmary."

The prison guard nodded in bewilderment and withdrew the people.

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Miria's image was projected on the window pane in the corridor today, with a serious expression, "Why do you give him the sword now? If he finds out that the last incident was caused by the Asian League, what can we use to negotiate with him?"

"Is it a good way to put the result of the negotiation on an ancient sword that doesn't know whether it is important to him? Miria, this kind of thing is as unbearable as our concealment of the mirror space, and It looks even more stupid," the director's words were a little sharp, and Miria frowned, "but what good is it for us to return it to him now? We don't even have a bargaining chip if we return the ancient sword to him."

"I can't even guess the other party's intentions. What's the difference between having a bargaining chip and not having one? There will always be something to gain from handing it over to him."

"...Then how do we explain to Art that he is like this now?" Miria's attitude has softened.

"Why do we have to explain? Did we do anything?" The director general sneered slightly, "It's just that he gave back the things that were taken away from him... You can continue to investigate and get the tomb as soon as possible." find out."

Seeing the cut off communication, Miria clenched her hands tightly. She could vaguely sense that Jiang Huang had selfish intentions, but she couldn't find a reason to refute him, "...what are you thinking?" The deputy director fell into distress.