Human dimension reduction

The bald eagle, who is forced to become a young man, will not attract the attention of the arbitral tribunal for the time being. Their president is facing a more urgent situation. For example, the monarch of the arbitral tribunal has been held hostage by his rival. What should he do?

The blizzard that ravaged the vast land did not know when it stopped. Fox Girl, whose tail was wrenched off, pressed on Onmyoji's shoulder with one hand, and the bloody severed tail dragged behind her, dyeing the snow into dazzling scarlet. The smile on the face of the evil magician in Hunting Clothes became cold and piercing. He carefully protected the princess beside him, and his long and narrow eyes swept across the Duke's vitals like poisonous snakes.

After the mad doctor appeared holding the little king hostage, the three of them separated immediately. The twisted and alienated Duke wriggled and changed, and regained his handsome and charming appearance. shirt edge, while calmly assessing the state of the little king.

The wound running through the shoulder was extremely deep, apparently caused by the stick sword in the mad doctor's hand. He himself had been pierced many holes by the sword, so he was familiar with this weapon.

The bright red blood stained the clothes on the little king's chest along the wound. He lowered his eyes calmly, as if he was not the one who had the hole opened, and deliberately covered the wound with a cloak. In the tick-tock of blood dripping onto the snow at his feet, he looked the same as usual.

Stuart subconsciously took a step forward, and after meeting Vincent's half-smiling eyes, he stopped suddenly and laughed after a while: "It's been a long time since we last met, sir? Don't you want to sit down and talk about the old days?"

Vincent was speechless slightly: "Reminiscing about the past, these words sound familiar. You learned those clichés from him, right?"

He said the last sentence while looking at the little king. The teenager who was questioned raised his head lazily, with an expression of "I don't understand what you are talking about".

"It seems that this war can't go on. Zhang Zidian has worked hard. Mr. Daoman, please take Zhang Zidian back and have a good rest. Don't worry, the island country will still be yours in the future." The speaker of the Final Yan Council turned his head and said to Zhang Zi and Ashiya Road next to him spoke warmly.

The gentle enchantress covered her face with half of her big sleeves, like a noblewoman who abides by the most etiquette, she only showed a pair of eyes looking at the ground, she nodded slightly in Vincent's direction, and then her figure dispersed, turning into a fur The snow-white, glossy fox lightly jumped into the embrace of Michimitsu Ashiya who opened his arms early.

The fox moved its head and fluffy tail, posing in a comfortable position between the man's arms, and the warlock who had stared at Stuart with a cold gaze just now let it rub around with a smile, and tolerantly followed. Following the fox's kicks, he adjusted the position of his hands, allowing his clothes to be wrinkled by the fox's paws.

The white fox finally made a warm nest for itself safely, with its pointed snout resting on Daoman's arms, its fluffy ears trembling in the breeze, the snow-white and fine fluff seemed to be unable to blow. Scattered dandelions fluttered to attract people's hearts. The tail, which was as long as the length of a fox, curled up to cover the fox's hind legs, and then fell down because it was too long. The tip of the tail swayed with the wind, and the magician patiently Catch the fallen tail with your hands, and put it on the fox's belly to prevent it from catching cold.

He bent towards Vincent, and then stared at Stuart again—obviously, the fact that this man had wrung off a tail made him deeply resentful.

The person holding the fox turned around and disappeared in place, leaving the leaders of the two organizations to confront each other.

Realizing what they are going to talk about, the leaders of various countries have focused their attention. At this moment, the battles happening elsewhere on the earth are no longer in their eyes. These people who are used to giving orders are very clear. The quiet place is the center of gravity of everything, no matter how bloody and bloody the other places are, it is just a bargaining chip in this conversation.

In many cases, war is often just a tool used to add chips to similar negotiations. It is a process, but it is by no means an end.

But this is just their opinion...or this is the opinion of normal people. In the eyes of a person who has lived in a mental hospital for a long time, the battlefields where people are fighting all over the world are the focus of his attention.

The musical actress in a gorgeous long dress screamed hoarsely, but her scream did not last longer. A blood-stained short spear pierced the actress' throat fiercely, and the huge kinetic energy Flying back more than ten meters with the woman, he was directly nailed to a palm tree with a crooked neck that was about to fall. It's also much darker.

The man who rushed over after him was as vigorous as a cheetah, with the bravery of a lion and the acuity of a falcon. Thin beads of sweat rolled on his well-textured chest, and the muscles under his honey-colored skin were tight, which perfectly interpreted what It is the most primitive sexiness and vitality of human beings.

His body was covered with wounds caused by sharp claws. The blood stains did not mar his natural beauty.

The lions who came to this place with his gallop stood in the distance, watching the battle with their bright and majestic eyes. Death and killing are what happen all the time on the grassland. tribute.

The dead actress who was pierced through the throat suddenly collapsed into a pile of fragments, and then shattered into finer ashes, and disappeared in the same place in an instant. The scarred Son of the Prairie didn't seem surprised by this scene. He walked over slowly, pulled out the short spear, wiped off the thick and sticky blood on it, and walked slowly towards the depths of the deserted grassland.

On the land of China thousands of miles away, the moment the actress completely collapsed and dissipated, the young man lying on the bed holding the puppet suddenly curled up.

His face was pale and blue, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat. The death of the actress seemed to drag his thoughts and spirits out of his brain. Unlike those serious injuries, he seemed to be really dead. once.

Plus the sea monster killed by the sea monster, the flower girl whose neck was broken by the old woman, and Little Red Riding Hood...

If the dead accounts could be turned into entities and accumulated, the room is now covered with bloody corpses.

But Qiao Zhou didn't regret it at all. Pain is pain, and his eyes still fell on the puppet in his hand. Compared with the weird wooden face painted with a blood-red smiling face a few hours ago, the puppet now can be taken out. It is comparable to the little puppet in a Southeast Asian country where witchcraft and ghosts are prevalent. The puppet before can only be said to be a bit eerie and weird. After being tossed by Qiao Zhou——

This thing is enough to make everyone's scalp tingle when they see it.

Originally, it was just a blood-red smiling face, but this face has been completely distorted at this moment. The bloody mouth occupies half of the head, and countless eyes are born from the rough wood texture. The rest of them are densely packed together, obviously there is no distinction between the whites of the eyes and the pupils of the pupils, but the extreme resentment and malice leaked out of them can make the back of the neck feel chills.

Even the resentful puppets specially used to curse people in ghost stories, or the living dolls that are said to be made of baby bones, would not be more disgusting and terrifying than this thing.

And even though it was so terrifying, Qiao Zhou still held it firmly in his hand. The death of each account made its mutation more serious. When the flower girl died, the puppet woke up briefly and questioned him. Why is there death——Qiao Zhou told it before that under his control, it would never encounter any situation that required death, at most it would log out a few seconds earlier.

In fact, Qiao Zhou did fulfill his promise. For a long time, they have never encountered a situation that required death to escape. Richard's death in the Siberian black hole was an unexpected event. The puppet accepted Qiao Zhou's explanation, and in the When I heard that he was going to play a bigger game, he had no objection, but was quite interested.

...Until Qiao Zhou kept ordering it to divide more and more vests, more and more, more and more, so many that it felt a little frightened, but this crazy human was still ordering it to divide and divide again and again. Divide, divide again... Release all the vests they have collected!

It tried to refuse this terrifying request, but the hell it was still suffering from the sequelae of losing Richard, and it would get stuck and disconnected from time to time. The body without conscious control instinctively obeyed the orders of the "master"!

When it struggled to pick out a little pitiful consciousness from the chaos that was about to be hollowed out, and tried to take back these excessive derivatives, the sea monster that realized its movements quickly tore out the organs and internal organs of the sea monster. The bloody and cruel means sank that poor consciousness again.

Although Qiao Zhou's brain was hit hard by doing so, it was within the scope of his plan.

Realizing that something was wrong, the puppet began to frantically try to gather consciousness. The old woman broke the flower girl's neck. This time, the puppet was only delayed for a few minutes. Thick blood: "——!"

It opened its mouth, and its inhuman sharp question pierced Qiao Zhou's eardrums. The human being questioned lowered his eyelids indifferently, his eyelashes soaked in sweat were black and wet. Looking at the angry puppet, he suddenly parted his lips and smiled strangely. for a moment.

Then there is the constant death.

Little Red Riding Hood was pierced through several steel bars, a man wrapped in a black robe was thrown into the vast ocean from a height of [-] feet, and the throat of a delicate and white child was cut...

With their death, the surface of the puppet also began to crazily alienate. Countless eyeballs proliferated from the surface of the puppet. The eyes as small as a grain of rice slowly swelled and protruded like the eyes of a dead fish, and grew to the size of the belly of a little finger. It will "open", and the cloudy eyeballs that can't distinguish the whites from the pupils are rolling around, staring at Qiao Zhou full of malice and resentment. Strings of eyeballs bulge on the puppet's hard body, which feels sticky and soft to the touch. The expansion continues.

When Lan Yin's hand pierced Petrosa's chest, and the Sardinian Assassin went around and wiped his neck with the Hidden Blade, the eyeballs on the puppet's surface suddenly swelled and burst, and the sticky liquid squeezed Qiao Zhou's body. Between the fingers, there was a disgusting creaking sound as his strength changed.

Qiao Zhou silently pressed the pillow to wipe off the sweat on his forehead, and without saying a word, he clenched the puppet even more tightly. The wet and greasy liquid stained his hands, and he didn't know what came out. There was a slight tingling on the skin, as if being pricked by a cow hairy needle, but this just right pain made him more awake.

Just be patient, wait, push down all the chips little by little, press them on the gambling table, and force the puppets to retreat and be defeated. The eyeballs no longer proliferated, and the blood-red malicious smile turned into a crying one.

Humans are really bad things!How well he had spoken when he tricked it out!Why can it go with him to display its ambitions, realize its ideals, and be a great puppet? It was tricked out by him in such a muddled manner, but what? !

Had he known this, it might as well have been reported by him to a human laboratory and dismantled for research!

Humans are really bad things!

Repeating this sentence viciously again, the bloody smile on the puppet's face suddenly faded from its scarlet color, and those disgusting and weird eyeballs disappeared one after another, its four thin hands and feet drooped, and its wooden head obediently tilted on Qiao Zhou. hand.

It looks like an ordinary puppet.

The three people who were confronting each other in Siberia raised the corners of their lips very slightly at the same time, but it was only for a very short moment. In the next second, the little king still lowered his head slightly, covering his cheeks with blond hair, and the mad doctor thrust his sword into the snow. Here, one hand was pressed on the little king's shoulder, while the duke standing opposite them looked calm.

"...In summary, is there anything else you want to add, Your Excellency the Duke?"

Vincent asked politely.

"Of course, for the sake of His Majesty the king, it's not impossible for the parliament to make a little concession."

The Duke rubbed the blood-red gemstone ring on his little finger: "I'm glad that Your Excellency Lorraine is so nostalgic. Although I think the contract signed last time was perfect, it's a pity that there was a little mistake this time..."

When he said "little mistake", his tone paused, obviously thinking of some culprit who played him a trick, the smile on his lips deepened, and his eyes were deep and cold: "For your request, the arbitral tribunal can Make appropriate adjustments."

He spoke slowly, with a bit of anger that should not be noticed, and the bald eagles who were sitting in front of the screen thousands of miles away suddenly felt a chill in their bodies.

Hell, Stuart must be hating them!Seeing that this time they accidentally played the striker for the parliament... Is it too late to discuss cooperation with the parliament?