The Gentle Way to Use Cheats

He Lang stood in the chaotic and empty black space.

He stretched out his hand, and black smoke wrapped around his arm. When he shook his hand, the black smoke dispersed.

"What's going on? Where am I?" He Lang was puzzled. He looked around and took a few steps, "Am I surrounded by dead spirits?"

Apart from himself, He Lang couldn't see anything else, and couldn't hear any sound.He felt something moving behind him, turned his head sensitively, but saw nothing.

If it was the 22-year-old He Lang in the previous scene of rescuing the hostages, he might have started to tense up now.But the 29-year-old He Lang has experienced too many unimaginable things, and he can remain calm in the face of this situation.

But maybe because of the aftertaste of the scene just now, He Lang still felt a little suffocated.

Finally, a voice broke his cranky thinking: "In a sense, it is."

He Lang was taken aback: "What's going on, your words seem to come from all directions, shouldn't they sound in my head?"

"Brain?" Song Lin's voice was slowly, slowly, with an imperceptible sternness, "You can feel for yourself whether your 'brain' is still there."

"What do you mean...?" He Lang suddenly recalled what he said with the captain's face just now, "You asked me to take back my body... What happened to my body? Was it taken over by something?"

As he spoke, he raised his hand and waved his fingers carefully to see if there was any difference in himself.

"Do you think that what you are seeing now is your own body?" Song Lin replied, "Listen to what your body is 'saying'."

"what……"

The man was puzzled, and then he heard his own voice: "...after I seize the control of this puppet body, you and I will focus and work hard to complement each other, who will care about Nashi Laozi's affairs like He Lang? "

"Fuck...!" He Lang suddenly realized, "Is there a dead spirit occupying my body?!"

"Yes, the illusion you just entered is the result of his entanglement in your consciousness. He grabs the memory that hurts you and attacks you. If you are confused by him and knocked down, he can severely damage your consciousness " Song Lin replied to He Lang like this, and at the same time responded coldly to the guy using the man's body outside, "You just want to think of the Wanhun Banner to move freely."

He Lang heard his own voice replying: "Yes, 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 more suitable for you than He Lang... ..."

"F*cking mother!" He Lang said angrily, "What the hell is talking nonsense here! I want to see which turtle dares to attack me like this!"

"Imagine running your magic power." Song Lin replied, "You are surrounded by his undead power, absorb him like you absorbed the undead before!"

He Lang followed suit.He didn't feel anything at first, but Song Lin couldn't help him.The magic power is gradually rising, and He Lang can't tell where the magic power is running. He always feels that the feeling now is different from the past...

Seems to be closer to the source.

The fast-moving magic power seemed to create a vortex on He Lang's body, and the surrounding black, or black smoke composed of the power of the dead, was pulled, crushed, and absorbed by the vortex.The black smoke instinctively wanted to disperse and avoid it, but was held tightly by the powerful suction of the vortex, and it kept flowing.

The black space began to shake, and the sky filled with black smoke became of different shades.

He Lang heard his own voice from outside: "...He actually wanted to swallow me?! Hahahaha, I've never heard a funnier joke!!! Just a soul that's less than a year old..."

"Hmph!" He Lang snorted coldly, and at the same time increased the operation of his magic power, "Then let's see who has gone and never returned!"

At this moment, the man felt as if he was extremely powerful and his magic power was endless.He recklessly pushed this torrent, engulfing all the black smoke around him, and no one was spared.

Song Lin secretly supported him, allowed him to squander, and yelled at the undead who snatched his body with a cold voice: "Then you can try. There is a way to heaven, you don't go..."

Standing in the black vortex, He Lang looked up and sneered in unison: "—Hell comes from nowhere!"

Before the words fell, the blackness in the space suddenly faded, like the light coming after the clouds and rain.He Lang felt that the control of his body was returning little by little, but he didn't want to enjoy this result peacefully, but instead used his magic power to chase after the black smoke that was about to be drawn away!

Under Song Lin's silent support, the man's strength turned into thousands of invisible hands, firmly grabbing the fleeing undead and dragging him back to the endless abyss.

Unable to escape, Black Smoke suddenly turned into a huge and ugly ghost face, and rushed towards He Lang: "I want to eat you! I want to eat you!"

Song Lin's voice came like thunder at the same time: "Defeat him, He Lang!"

While speaking, the big ghost turned into black smoke covered it with its mouth wide open, and He Lang's figure was wrapped in the black smoke and completely disappeared.

"Safe speech for wine!"

There was a sound of cold drink, and He Lang felt the spicy liquor rush into his throat, burning his internal organs with pain.He saw a man in a bright yellow robe standing in front of him, staring at him with complex and determined eyes.

He Lang felt his heart beating wildly, the pain and suffocation overwhelmed the hotness of the spirits, and a voice shouted from the bottom of his heart: Don't look at me like this!Don't look at me like that! ! !

This emotion was so strong that He Lang's heart beat like a drum, his thoughts were chaotic, and there was only one thought tightly entangled in him: Don't look at me with such eyes!

"General Zhong." The bright yellow robe took two steps closer, and the pressure from the superior was in his voice, which was irrefutable, "You should go."

"It's time to go? That's right..." He Lang heard himself replying with restraint, "You are the king, and I am the minister. How dare you disobey the emperor's order?"

The bright yellow robe said coldly: "Let's go, stop talking nonsense!"

His gaze fell into He Lang's eyes, like a knife cutting his heart; his tone fell into He Lang's ears, like Ling Chi's three thousand six hundred blades.

He Lang listened to himself and smiled sadly: "Before we set off, Emperor, do you still dare to call me Yi Zhen?"

"Bold!"

A eunuch suddenly intervened between the two: "General Zhong, how dare you tease Your Majesty like this!"

"How could I tease him!" He Lang stared at the loyal fat eunuch, his bloodshot eyes almost bulging, "I treat him...I treat him...!"

"The bell!!!"

The emperor's roar interrupted the confession that was about to be blurted out, and the forbidden words were choked in his throat.Looking at the emperor, He Lang felt that his heart was boiled in boiling water, painful, suffocating, and stuffy.

Suddenly, the emperor's face turned into Song Lin's.

The expression was still indifferent and stern, but when it was changed to Song Lin's face, He Lang's brain seemed to be stabbed sharply.

Wait, wait, this is...

The emperor's face changed back again.

"Okay...okay!" He Lang felt that he was closing his eyes, and raised his voice involuntarily, "I'm going far away, I'm going to the border! Go and guard your great cause, and never come back to hinder your eyes !"

When he opened his eyes again, the sky was filled with dust and blood.

Horns, war drums, horses neighing, soldiers shouting, a thousand-mile battlefield unfolded in front of He Lang's eyes, and the constantly falling enemies and comrades-in-arms stimulated his nerves.He clenched the halberd in his hand, and rushed into the battlefield uncontrollably. Wherever his horse went, heads flew down and flowers of blood bloomed.

Soon, the enemy's general was cut off by him, and he followed suit.After killing thousands of enemies, his eyeballs were all red, and the sharp blade of the halberd was also curled and blunt.The man simply threw away the halberd, drew out the saber from his waist and continued to kill the enemy in blood.

The enemy generals are tall, powerful and powerful, but they still lose to He Lang's martial arts prowess.Soon, He Lang's long sword was on the opponent's throat.

The enemy general smiled grimly: "Hey, it's just a dog who likes a man's backyard, and he wants to destroy the 880 battalions of my tribe..."

"What did you say?" He Lang bullied him, and the sword edge pierced the blood on his throat, "You dare to talk nonsense when you are about to die, it seems that you don't want to die happily!"

"Bah!" The enemy general spat, "You think we don't know? It has already been spread in the desert that the so-called Great General Protecting the Nation is nothing more than a broken sleeve who was kicked out of the pass by the emperor and never returned to Beijing! Hahahahaha... ...Did you attack your little emperor? How does it feel? Fucking the emperor's great general who protects the country, he really deserves his reputation... Ugh!"

"Shut up!" The man's eyes were tearing open, "You fucking shut up! I'm going to cut your tongue off! Shut up!!!"

"Come on! You kill me! Coward!"

The enemy general stared at the man angrily, and his face suddenly turned into that of the emperor above the court: "You treat me like this, why don't you just kill me!"

The man was taken aback: "No..."

The emperor suddenly became a hostage girl insulted by the mob: "You killed me! You killed me!"

The girl turned into Song Lin's face in the end, extremely indifferent and stern.

"Do you dare to do it? Do you dare to betray me?"

He Lang looked at those familiar eyes, stepped forward and covered his eyes: "Of course not..."

While speaking, he raised the knife and dropped it, and the head under the man's hand rolled to the side like that.

The man stood up, looked at the head that was tilted to one side, and looked at the "Song Lin" who was dying with obsessive-compulsive disorder, and said in a low and slow voice: "But I am not Zhong Chi, and you are not Song Lin."

At this moment, the space is reversed, the sky is spinning——

He Lang opened his eyes suddenly, seeing the ground in front of him.

"how do you feel?"

A cold voice sounded not far away, He Lang raised his head and found that Song Lin was walking towards him from the side of Wanhun Banner.Different from his indifferent and steady voice, his face was full of concern, comfort, and a hint of imperceptible joy.He approached, squatted down, and looked at himself kneeling on the ground.

"I just interrupted your absorption of Zhong Chi's power of death, not to let him go, but too much absorption will cause you to go too deep into his memory. I am afraid that his memory will be too long, which will affect your memory. Thinking, after all, it has existed for thousands of years." The young man's voice was calm, but it comforted He Lang miraculously, "And if you absorb too much, you may need a long time to adjust. One is that you have to adapt to these steep conditions. The increased strength, the other is that you may be restrained by the power of light like him, and this has to be done step by step... He Lang?"

Seeing He Lang staring at him blankly, Song Lin couldn't help but stop explaining, blinked and said, "Haven't you fully recovered yet? Are you really addicted to absorbing power?"

The young man stretched out his hand and waved in front of the man's eyes: "Anyway, the Ten Thousand Soul Banner is going to be mine, and he has nowhere to run, so you can continue after you get used to it..."

He Lang suddenly moved, he raised his upper body, opened his arms, and rushed straight towards Song Lin.

Song Lin was unprepared for him and was thrown to the ground by him.The force was so strong, if it wasn't for the man's palm resting on the back of Song Lin's head, he would have been knocked out so hard that he would have fainted.

"hiss……!"

Song Lin didn't hit the ground directly, but was hurt by the man's iron arm holding his back.He wanted to move, but the man held him so tightly that he could barely breathe.

Looking at the incomparably clear black formation on the dome, the young man said helplessly, "...He Lang?"

He Lang's head was squeezed against Song Lin's neck, and the young man's body temperature spread to his body, so warm that his voice trembled a little: "Alive, you are alive..."

The falling head was looking at Song Lin's face, and this scene made He Lang suddenly belatedly panic.The heart didn't beat in his body, but the feeling of heart beating when he entered Zhong Kai's memories seemed to linger forever.The man's consciousness was in a mess, and he couldn't figure it out at all. He could only instinctively grab the thing he wanted the most.

The power of necromancy he had just absorbed was also naturally close to young people. The moment he hugged Song Lin, it seemed that every pore in his body let out a sigh of comfort.

The man's voice was very deep, and the breath he exhaled made Song Lin's ears a little itchy: "Of course I'm alive, aren't you talking nonsense? If I die, you..."

"Shut up first, don't talk." He Lang couldn't hear the word "death" now, and interrupted, "Sorry, I'm just a little..."

Song Lin fell silent cooperatively.

The man moved his head, and put his cheek against the side of the young man's neck, quietly feeling the beating of the main artery under the warm skin.

[The author has something to say: Second update! ! !Happy New Years Eve! ! ! 】