Interstellar boy Qin's lost track of the golden tower

Kunta quietly crushed the powder and slowly dispersed on the terrace.

It is not toxic, but it can make the introverted and dull people excited and easy to pour out their thoughts. It is an inducer taken from Mama Li.

Yan Suiliang laughed until the night became sad, "Patience? Xiao Kun, this life is all about patience."

He let go of the wound that was still bleeding, raised his hands to his eyes, and looked carefully over and over again. The dried blood on his hands had turned golden.

"Look, if you don't know, you might think that the blood flowing in my veins is also golden." Yan Suiliang said mockingly.

He raised up three fingers, "Since I have this ability, in this world, there are only three things I can touch, gold, animal skin, and running water."

"You know what, they actually stink!"

"Gold has a disgusting iron smell, animal hides are full of rotten smell, and running water, no matter how hot it is, will always smell icy cold to the bone marrow when you smell it... ..”

Yan Suiliang's eyes became red, her voice was suppressed and hoarse, "I want a real hug, I don't want everything I touch to turn into cold, disgusting gold, but I can't do it! Can I not bear it? "

"cannot......"

"I have endured for hundreds of years. Ever since I got this ability, I have been enduring. I want to find someone who can not let me endure, even if I kneel down and beg him, I can give him anything, as long as he can take Let me go, this desperate ability!"

Kunta stood silently. He thought of the patriarch who lived alone and died alone in the Golden Pagoda. He thought of the Yan monitor lizard who had eager ambitions in his heart and looked forward to possessing the supernatural power of the golden finger.

I don't know if Yan Juli will have such a day of collapse and regret.

Maybe not, after all, he asked for that ability.

Yan Suiliang looked at the young man who was almost integrated into the night, his eyes showed longing, and he took a small step forward, "Xiao Kun, do you know how much I envy you, at such a young age, you can master Your own destiny, to become a top powerhouse."

Yan Suiliang looked a little yearning, "If I can be as powerful as you, and can counter those who bully us, Kongyu and I won't be displaced, he won't die, and I won't be trapped in the gold trap." Ta is nearly half his life."

"For people like us who are powerless, in the face of this world, we can only endure!"

"Those who want to deceive me, those who want to use me, point a gun at my head day and night, pinching my lifeline, what if I can't bear it?"

"Little Kun, Kunta, Kunlun of Kunlun, Tower of Tongtian, you see, your name is so imposing, but I feel cold from the bone marrow."

Yan Suiliang let out a weird laugh, mocking himself, he laughed so hard that tears were about to come out, "In this world, there is no Yan Suiliang, no patriarch, only the prisoners on the Golden Pagoda, I am not the first One, and not the last!"

"When they forced me to kill, I endured it, forced me to be a prisoner, I endured it, forced me to do one disgusting thing after another, I endured it, why? Because I was cowardly? No, because I Don't care about the world."

"I don't care who turns into a golden statue under my hands! It's up to them!"

Yan Suiliang choked with sobs, talking incoherently.

"The only support for my survival is to hope to find such a person. In an era of such advanced technology, there must always be someone who can deal with this inexplicable energy?"

"I think Kongyu is still alive..."

"I want to revive him..."

He knelt down dejectedly, covering his face and crying bitterly.

Kunta sighed inwardly.

Once a demon becomes a demon, when he is still walking in the crowd in human skin, the first thing he will do is to make excuses for himself.

The young man said coldly, "Those young men whom you have turned into golden statues, their families also hope that they are still alive."

Yan Suiliang raised his head and roared violently, "They have lived happily for hundreds of years! Kongyu and I have been suffering since we were less than a hundred years old! We don't have enough food and clothing every day! We can only live in poverty for several years. Street! Kongyu can die without becoming an adult, why can't they!"

Kunta suddenly gave up the idea of ​​continuing the conversation with him.

But Yan Suiliang was still chattering, "But he lied to me. People in this world are too stupid to do what I want. Hehe, they want gold statues, take them, and they want energy stars. ! But where is my heart? Where is my wish?"

"No one cares!"

He raised his head like a desperate wolf, "Do you know what a desperate person would do?"

In an instant, the huge wings behind the young man stretched out, and soared into the sky between the fans!

Yan Suiliang pressed his hands on the floor, and the entire terrace floor, including the railing behind the boy, had turned to gold!

Yan Suiliang stood up slowly, raised his hand, and gently wiped away the tears on his face, he opened his arms and said softly, "Xiao Kun, I underestimated you, alas, look, I should take advantage of you." When you saved me that time, turned you into a golden statue from a coma."

He walked forward without any fear, "In that case, we don't have to make such an ugly mess today."

The young man flapped his wings slightly and stayed in the air. Hearing this, he smiled coldly, "Then you still underestimate me."

Yan Suiliang fell silent, and after listening for a while, he said, "Then I want to know, why didn't you kill me? Who sent you?"

The young man sighed, it was a coincidence that he also wanted to ask Yan Suiliang these two questions, "No one sent me," it's true, "I won't kill you because after I quit the Killer League, I don't want to get blood again gone."

Yan Suiliang's expression was very strange, he laughed, "So, it was you who found out that something was wrong and came to investigate me?"

Seeing the boy nodded, he couldn't help bursting into laughter again, "It's so funny, so naive, you know? When Kongyu complained to me, why did my parents owe others so much money, I didn't Just like now, I feel that there are such naive people in the world!"

Kunta interrupted him, "So, why don't you kill me, who is the owner of that Mr. Liu?"

Yan Suiliang's laughter stopped abruptly as if he was stuck, his face turned pale, "What did you say!?"

The young man moved up and down slowly, and said word by word, "Purple Iris, Mr. Liu, his master, who wants to have the golden statue of me with wings spread?"

Yan Suiliang trembled violently, with a terrified expression, "How would you know! You..."

The boy sighed, "I've been to your 75th and 76th floors more than once."

Yan Suiliang took two steps back, was stunned for two seconds, and suddenly smiled bitterly, "That's right, you are here to investigate me, how could you not know."

He looked at the young man and said, "You have traveled all over the Golden Pagoda, have you seen the corpses of those deceased Patriarchs in the lower ten floors? Do you know? After finding a new Patriarch, I will be killed and become one of those corpses!"

The boy shook his head, "I'm sorry, to be on the safe side, I haven't checked every floor."

So, what will happen to you, I don't know.

Perhaps the effect of the medicine was over, Yan Suiliang suddenly closed his mouth tightly and didn't speak for a long while.

Kunta raised his wrist, looked at the message sent to him by Ji Pingnan on Zhinao, and said again, "Mr. Yan, are you really unwilling to share the information about Mr. Liu?"

Yan Suiliang sneered, "I'm just a tool person. What do you think they will say to me? In this matter, you checked the wrong direction at the very beginning. The people you should ask are the elders of the Presbyterian Church."

The young man smiled slightly, "Mr. Yan, you really underestimated me."

Kunta sighed and said, "This matter is related to the fixed disk star, that is, four or fifty years after you became the head of the family, the beneficiary is also you, the person who claims to be imprisoned."

The black-clothed boy suspended in the air, like a night demon descended into the world, "You are not a prisoner, you are a hunter with a plan."

"The golden statues transported from the golden tower are not all. I think there should be more golden teenagers in your castle? Maybe I will be your next target, but I won't be the last one."

"The Golden Tower couldn't hold the devil, but it released a monster. Mr. Yan, it's okay, don't try to turn me into gold anymore, whether it's poison, drug, or even the ability of the space, it's all right for me. Useless."

Yan Suiliang's face became grim, "If you don't try, how will you know?" He suddenly rushed towards the fireplace next to him, and pressed an inconspicuous handle hard.

The creaking sound of the mechanism rang out, but after a long while, the scene Yan Suiliang was expecting did not appear, and the sound had stopped.

Yan Suiliang looked at the young man who was about to flap his wings and fly away in the next moment, and smiled dejectedly, "I lost, and you discovered all of this!"

Kunta looked at him strangely, "What is this?"

Yan Suiliang thumped the handle hard, but the other party remained motionless, he laughed until tears came out, "Look, this is fate! What is this, this is the balcony cover! Press it down, and the cover will fall from the sky, you will fly It can’t even fly away! But it’s broken!”

He raised his head and said softly to the young man, "Xiao Kun, I beg you for one thing. If someone can remove the supernatural power in the future, please help me turn the empty words into a human body. If he is really dead, please, Help me cremate him and bury him next to me, okay?"

Kunta was taken aback, not knowing why he said something similar to last words, "Mr. Yan, I will not hurt you, as long as you tell who that person is."

Two lines of tears fell from Yan Suiliang's eyes, and he said with a smile, "What a naive child..."

After finishing this sentence, he suddenly vomited a big mouthful of blood!

The author has something to say: life is harder than death