The Gentle Way to Use Cheats

"How about me manipulating this body?"

At the same time as he said these words, Undead Liu stared closely at Song Lin's reaction.However, the moment he heard these words, the young man didn't have any big reaction, and even his expression didn't change.

With the cloud of undead hitting the storm of power outside and the head of the undead facing each other inside, Song Lin's performance could not be described as unsteady.

The necromancer controlled He Lang's body, raised his eyebrows and said, "You don't seem surprised by this suggestion."

"Why should I be surprised?" Song Lin said coldly, "If his bones are not the most outstanding, why would I sign a contract with him? Good things will be coveted by many people, and you are just one of them."

The undead didn't agree with Song Lin's statement: "I am one of them, but not just one of them. You will not find a soul stronger than me."

"Strong?" Song Lin retorted, "You're just trying to be the king in this small flag, and you dare to say that you are the strongest... Could it be that you are watching the sky from a well?"

"Even if I'm not the strongest, at least I'm a little bit taller than this guy who is occupying the space for nothing now..." Necromancer grinned happily.Seeing him do nothing, Song Lin suddenly shouted coldly: "Stop...!"

The Necromancer curled his lips: "Look, at least if I want to hurt his consciousness now, I can hurt his consciousness."

This undead not only temporarily took over He Lang's body, but also harmed the consciousness that was originally bonded with the body. This was a manifestation of power and even more of a threat.

"You can hurt him, but you can't directly occupy his body." Song Lin said coldly, "Because I don't agree."

"You disagree, is it because you think 'original' is more suitable, or is it because you are just not familiar with me?" Necromancer half-closed his eyes and smiled, "If it is the former, I think I will be able to adapt to it soon , if it's the latter, I think we can start by introducing ourselves to each other... Oh, you don't need to introduce, I have already extracted the memory about you from He Lang's consciousness—"

He paused, and read slowly in He Lang's deep voice: "Necromancer, Higgins."

He Lang had never called Song Lin by the name before, and the necromancer used his voice to call it out, inexplicably carrying some ulterior meaning.Song Lin narrowed his eyes and said indifferently, "My name is not Higgins."

"It's really strange." Necromancer commented with a little interest, "From He Lang's memory, it seems that your time as Higgins is much longer than that of Song Lin...Why did you abandon the past instead? ?”

"I'm not abandoning the past, but not staying in the past." Song Lin said coldly, "If you stay in the past, you will only become a frog at the bottom of the well."

"Insinuating, pointing and cursing...you are so courageous." Necromancer sighed, "I don't call it staying in the past, but enjoying the power brought by the years. You have lived for a long time, you should understand, Xijin S..."

"My name is not Higgins."

"Okay, Song Lin. It just so happens that I'm not used to calling those outsiders by their names." Necromancer shrugged, "It can't be my fault, he has too many memories about you in his consciousness, piled up into mountains, in such a short time I can only extract the more 'conspicuous' ones. When I have time in the future, I can sort it out slowly. In this way, before you get used to me completely, you can still treat me as He Lang. After all, I will completely collect his memory, and I don't mind being a temporary substitute."

"'Be a stand-in'? Do you still think you are condescending?" Song Lin sneered, "Memory is the home of memorizers. If you dare to go deep into He Lang's memory like this, you won't be afraid that he will drag your consciousness down. Stop, 'bite' you back?"

"You are eloquent and well-informed, and you are more and more in line with my appetite. If you think about it this way, it doesn't make me so aggrieved to have you as my nominal 'master'." Necromancer smiled, "As for Whether he can 'bite' me back will have to wait until his consciousness struggles out of my 'shackles'. Maybe he won't be able to break free at all, and instead he will run out of breath, which saves us from talking again, right?"

"It seems that you are very confident in your ability."

"Otherwise? I can't even remember how many thousand years I have existed. If I can't even deal with a mere person under the age of 30, then why should I stand here and negotiate terms with you?"

"For thousands of years?"

"Oh, look at me, I haven't introduced myself after talking for so long." Si Ling paused, raised his hand slightly and said, "My name is Zhong Chi (qǐ), and the word Yi Zhen (zhěn), is the one from Qisu in the south. Yi Zhen, you can call me by my name and my characters. I was a soldier in battle before I was alive, and I have been to deserts and wastelands. Some of the dead spirits in this banner are brought back from the battlefield by me."

During the speech, he, or "He Lang"'s fingertips suddenly gathered a puff of black smoke, which floated into the air to outline and entwine, creating a three-dimensional black shadow——

Gold and iron horses, generals hold halberds!

Song Lin frowned and looked up, the horse made of black smoke was running towards him from mid-air; the soldiers on the horses raised their halberds high, crying and howling with a ghost, like killing an enemy on the battlefield, they slashed at the young man's head in a daze!

Song Lin turned his palms over, and before he could blow up the power of light again, the black smoke general suddenly dispersed by itself, like a sudden gust of wind.

Zhong Chi withdrew his hand, raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Look, He Lang is in command of the battle, and I am also in command of the battle. From this point of view, there is no difference between me and 'He Lang', is there?"

Song Lin sneered: "You keep saying that you have existed for thousands of years, but you still say that you are willing to be ordered around by me? Do you think I am stupid?"

"We can change a contract, treat each other as equals, and benefit each other." Zhong Chi looked arrogantly, "I know that the contractor can practice quickly, and it will be of great help to you. When I take this puppet body Controlling power, you and I are focused and diligent, and complement each other, who cares about Nashi Laozi like He Lang?"

Song Lin saw that he was determined to win, squinted his eyes and said, "You just want to make the Wanhun Banner move freely."

Zhong Chi smiled when he heard the words, and took two steps towards Song Lin: "That's right, I want to go out, but what does this hinder you? On the contrary, I won't bother you with trivial matters anymore. I am better than He Lang." It is more suitable for you..."

He stretched out his hand towards Song Lin as he spoke, as if he wanted to imitate the jaw-clamping gesture that He Lang used to do, but Song Lin stretched out all his strength, and the power of light enveloped the young man's whole body like an invisible barrier.Light is gentle to ordinary people, but it is the nemesis to undead. Zhong Chi was almost cut by the seemingly gentle and domineering light magic again, so he had to withdraw his hand.

"What a temper..." He sighed with a smile, as if tolerating the spoiled junior.

"Perhaps." Song Lin's cold tone suddenly relaxed a little, and he looked up, "...it's about to end."

Zhong Chi also looked up, and the surrounding energy storm had weakened a lot, and the undead that were crushed in the storm had almost disappeared.The black imprint on the dome was turned upside down in a bowl shape, and most of its edges had reached the ground.

"It's indeed almost over." Zhong Chi looked at Song Lin again, "So what do you think? Or you can take away the Wanhun Banner first, and I will keep He Lang's body here. When do you figure it out? , when will I go out again?"

This can be said to be very rascal.However, Zhong Chi noticed that Song Lin's expression was loose, and felt that he had already been moved, so he didn't think this request was too much.

He even let Song Lin take the Ten Thousand Soul Banner first, Zhong Chi felt that he was very caring.

Song Lin also withdrew his gaze towards the sky, and looked at Zhong Chi: "When I said it was over, I meant that our conversation was over."

Zhong Chi didn't realize his true meaning for a moment: "Huh?"

"It took a little longer than I expected, but it doesn't matter. Your self-willedness made everything possible." Song Lin actually smiled, "You don't really think I'm negotiating terms with you, do you? I've lived for thousands of years You can’t grow your strength without your brain. Oh, now that most of the undead are in my hands, I hope you can behave like them.”

The sarcasm in this statement is almost naked.Zhong Chi couldn't figure out what Song Lin was planning, but he knew one thing, that was Song Lin wanted to fight back.

"I suggest you, don't speak big words until all the dust settles." Zhong Qian was offended by Song Lin's words, "Or I can teach He Lang a lesson, so that he has to stay here obediently as a dead soul, how do you feel?"

"Then you can entangle his consciousness, the tighter the better." Song Lin's smile became more obvious, "I could peel you away, but you insist on pulling his consciousness, you can see if you can still Can't go-"

As soon as the young man thought, the magic power in He Lang's body began to circulate rapidly, the source of magic power opened and closed, and the magic power was like a torrent!With Song Lin's blessing, the level of magic power far exceeded He Lang's usual.Zhong Chi wanted to suppress this uncontrollable feeling, but suddenly found that not only was it difficult to resist, but even his own strength was a little bit out of control!

He stared at Song Lin, his eyes were red: "He Lang wants to swallow me? He actually wants to swallow me?! Hahahaha, I've never heard a funnier joke!!! It's just less than a year old soul..."

"Then you can give it a try." Song Lin put away the previous smile, with a stern expression on his face, "Heaven has a way, but if you don't go, hell has no way to come!"

While speaking, Zhong Chi, or He Lang's body had already knelt down, grabbing the ground with his forehead.Extremely thick black smoke suddenly erupted from his body, scattered in all directions, as if he wanted to pull it out.

"Want to run? It's too late!" Song Lin sneered, turned and pressed his palms, and a storm of strength squeezed towards the black smoke!The already weakened wind wall completely turned into an invisible cover, squeezing the black smoke into it, allowing it to crash and howl, and it was hard to escape even a trace.

Detained by Song Lin and dragged back by He Lang, a horrifying ghostly face emerged from the black cloud, opening its bloody mouth wide: "I want to eat him! I want to eat him!"

He no longer spoke in He Lang's deep voice, but changed to an extremely hoarse broken gong voice, which was as hard to hear as fingernails scraping a blackboard.Song Lin frowned because of this unpleasantness, and suddenly injected magic power into He Lang through the contract.

The thick smoke was pulled hard, and even those who tried to escape occasionally were pulled up to the dome by Song Lin's strength, more and more completing the black pattern in the sky.

The young man held the flagpole tightly, and the black flag flew into the air, rattling by the aftermath of the violent impact.

"Defeat him, He Lang!"

[The author has something to say: Uncommon words still have pinyin, I am caring~]