Enemy proposes to me every episode [Quick Transmigration]

In fact, Lu Jia had already planned to explore what the "sores" of this world were.

What is the wound that needs to be healed with the origin of the world?

The total system robbed so many small worlds of their world origins, why didn't they heal the sores in one go?

Or... the sores were created by the total system?

But before Lu Jia was only living in A-Lang's body temporarily, if there was any danger, the body that couldn't move like arms and fingers would become a drag instead, when Lu Jia could run away, A-Lang couldn't.

It is much more convenient to meet up with Adel now.

The prince naturally has no objection to Lu Jia borrowing his body: "In that case, I will be with you."

Lu Jia refused, "Just come inside Ah Lang's body."

The prince immediately put down the teacup: "Why?"

"Our strengths conflict with each other, when each other's drag?"

The prince also knew about this, so he could only reluctantly say: "That's fine."

Soon Lu Jia's soul entered the prince's body.

He moved his hands and feet, and a trace of thought flashed in his eyes.

The quality of this body is very high, and he checked it carefully, but he couldn't find any "secret door" or "back hand". It seems that the total system really just prepared a good container for Adel.

"A Lang" also moved his body, and complained: "This body is too small, it's very inconvenient to move."

Lu Jia ignored his complaints: "Don't reveal your secrets, I'll go first."

After finishing speaking, he straightened his belt and left the East Palace.

"A-Lang" curled his lips, closed his eyes, and returned the control to A-Lang.

After Ah Lang woke up, seeing the empty seat in front of him, he was startled, and said in his heart: "My lord, where is His Highness the Crown Prince?"

【The prince has something to go out, and I ordered you to wait here. 】

A-Lang nodded obediently, and then said with some confusion: "Master True God, why are you speaking so politely all of a sudden?"

[You feel wrong. 】

A-Lang didn't think too much, just asked curiously: "What did you talk about with His Highness the Crown Prince?"

[Nothing, just reminiscing about the past. 】

"Ah, you and His Highness the Crown Prince are old acquaintances?" A-Lang suddenly slapped his head, "That's right, the person you said you were looking for is His Highness the Crown Prince!"

[Little friend, are you interested in the relationship between me and Lu... Cough, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince? 】

A-Lang was indeed curious, but the Lord True God didn't mention it much before, and he didn't dare to ask... Seeing that the True God seems to have a desire to talk this time, A-Lang hurriedly said: "Yes!"

【Actually, I have been pursuing His Highness the Prince. 】

A-Lang let out a bewildered "ah".

[It's just that His Royal Highness is handsome, calm and polite, and it's quite difficult to pursue, so I can only try to stick to him and not give anyone else a chance to infiltrate. 】

A-Lang couldn't connect this kind of plot with the high and mighty Lord Zhenshen, and his eyes became more and more dazed.

……

Lu Jia came to a remote small village.

The Qin Tianjian of the imperial court conducted divination on the places where sores appeared on a large scale, and the accuracy rate was almost 100%.

Lu Jia read the documents of Qin Tianjian and learned that the appearance of sores is actually regular.

At the beginning, a few sporadic ones appeared in a certain place, and after several times in succession, they bloomed on a large scale like a waterfall in counties near the sporadic appearance place.

It's as if... the previous few small waves were just a temptation to confuse the line of sight, to lure the messenger of the true god away before launching a violent attack.

According to Qin Tianjian's prediction, Lu Jia really waited for a wave of small sores.

This kind of tentative sore is still within the response range of the local true god messenger, but there is no exact time for the appearance of the sore, and ordinary civilians still died.

Lu Jia saved a few by hand, and before the rescued people could thank him, he spotted the biggest sore, suddenly flew into the air, and flew towards the sore.

Those few people were dumbfounded immediately: "Master Messenger, don't be overthinking it!"

The envoy of the true god who was coming over there to heal the last sore saw the corner of the bright yellow Chilong's trousers under the coarse cloth gown when Lu Jia flew up, and was frightened out of his wits: "His Royal Highness?!"

——It's about to die, if His Royal Highness the Crown Prince commits suicide at his place, their entire town may be wiped out by the imperial court!

The envoy of the true god gritted his teeth, followed Lu Jia and flew up, mentally prepared to pull Lu Jia back with all his might.

But he didn't fly for long before he was beaten back by Lu Jia with one sleeve.

Watching Lu Jia disappear into the sore, he could only comfort himself with a bitter face: Maybe His Royal Highness, the living true god, can survive the sore?

……

After Lu Jia entered the sore, he immediately felt a strong erosion.

This kind of erosion is not the corrosion of the body by lace sulfuric acid, but more like the assimilation of the soul and spirit.

Not long after Lu Jia entered the sore, he felt that his spirit seemed to be torn apart, each part was shouting to leave Lu Jia independently, all kinds of emotions of joy, anger, sorrow, love and hatred came to his heart, and he had no choice but to move his heart. Part of the power is used to maintain mental stability.

I'm afraid that if he is a little careless, he will become a part of the sore.

Fortunately, they didn't use A-Lang's body to come here, otherwise they would die together.

Suddenly, he fixed his eyes and quickly dodged upwards.

A sharp long knife slashed where he was just now.

Lu Jia looked over intently, and was surprised to find that it turned out to be a robot.

It is a weird robot with avant-garde shape and full of swords, chainsaws, and chains, but the color is not metallic, but dyed with colorful colors like the world inside the sore.

Lu Jia stared at it, and a thought flashed in his heart: This robot looks like a sewing monster. In fact, a lot of equipment is just a drag, so it's better to remove it.

His thoughts flashed away, but the colorful robot in front of him trembled, and the extra equipment suddenly disappeared, leaving only the sharpest long knife.

Lu Jia was taken aback.

He quickly realized: the world inside the sore...is reading his thoughts to change reality?

Lu Jia lit a black flame in his hand and threw it on the robot.

The robot turned into fly ash in an instant, even more unburned than ordinary things.

Lu Jia looked at his fingertips.

The burning feeling of this robot is exactly the same as that of the sore beast, and it is probably the same thing as the sore beast.

If the sore beast also has the ability to change its image according to the thoughts of others just like the robot... Then after the sore beast invaded the reality, it would have an explanation for the strange appearance it took based on the fear of the people.

Lu Jia flew forward.

He originally thought that the world inside the sore was small, but in fact... this world was even bigger than the Great Qi Kingdom!

Although it has been completely changed by the various imaginations of the people of Daqi, the outline of the city in the past can be vaguely seen, and it combines the ancient style with the sense of future technology, which is quite a combination of technology and fairy tale style.

Lu Jia estimated how long he could last in the world of sores, and then flew towards a metropolis that was obviously still intact.

In the center of the metropolis, there is a building that looks very familiar.

Lu Jia looked carefully and raised his eyebrows slightly.

Isn't this the imperial palace of the Great Qi Kingdom?

It's just that it's also dyed with colorful colors.

Lu Jia suddenly became curious: If there is also a palace here, then who is sitting on the throne?

He quietly landed in the palace, and came to the main hall incognito.

On the throne above the nine steps in the main hall, leaning against a man with closed eyes and dozing off, wearing a colorful imperial robe.

Just looking at his appearance, he is somewhat similar to the prince.

——Emperor Zhenwu?

This thought flashed in Lu Jia's mind.

If the sore world is the Emperor Zhenwu, that is, the territory of the total system, then the possibility that the sore is deliberately created by the total system to deceive people is very high...

Before Lu Jia could finish thinking, the man on the throne suddenly opened his eyes and met Lu Jia's eyes successfully.

Lu Jia froze all over.

He has never seen such chaotic eyes, as if countless indescribable existences were smashed and combined, and then spread those fears and madness to the surroundings wantonly!

It was not the first time that Lu Jia faced the existence of the concept of "world", but the emperor in front of him was far beyond the scale of a world, ten times or a hundred times the size of a world!

Considering that the total system has deprived so many small worlds of their origin, it is not unexpected to have this level-but a rational behemoth and a chaotic, evil, pure disaster-like existence are completely different things!

Lu Jia used the flames of destruction to protect his soul, and managed to prevent himself from being swallowed by the opponent immediately.

However, the man had already stood up and walked towards him.

Lu Jia could feel that the other party did not discover the "enemy", but was unconsciously trying to swallow everything.

Including the wreckage of the metropolis under his feet, it is only the product left after he devoured it.

What the hell is this? !

Just when Lu Jia was struggling against the growing mental oppression and trying to drive this body away from this human-like disaster, a crack suddenly appeared under his feet.

Before Lu Jia could think about it, he fell down.

The man missed it and growled angrily.

Before the crack closed, Lu Jia vaguely heard two words that the other party yelled vaguely:

"True martial arts!"

……

Lu Jia fell to the ground pale.

There are colorful sores in the sky, and there seems to be something struggling to come out of it, and then it is forcibly squeezed by a magical force to eliminate the sores.

Lu Jia took a breath, raised his head and looked in front of him.

He was landing in a classic old bedroom, surrounded by a strong smell of medicine.

On the big bed under Jinsman's tent, leaning against a pale man who kept coughing, his appearance was exactly the same as the one in the world of sores.

The man wiped the coughed blood from his lips, and sighed softly: "My son, didn't I warn you not to enter the old world?"

The familiar aura instantly made Lu Jia understand the identity of this person.

This person is undoubtedly the culprit who caused everything, the Zhenwu Emperor of the Great Qi Kingdom, and also the general system through which Lu Jia has pursued so many worlds.

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