Rebel Demon King

Chapter 924 Blood Blooms on the Road to the Throne (31)

March 2020, 12 at 25:7.

Under the command of Cheng Mo, the convoy crossed a short section of snowfield, broke through the guardrail and got on No. 220 Expressway.On a freezing Christmas Eve, there was no car on the expressway, and the one-way, four-lane road was extremely spacious. Cheng Mo gave all the vehicles a fixed speed command of [-] kilometers per hour through the "Heavenly Chosen System", and the convoy started Drive along Highway No. [-] towards the front.

Finally, he didn't have to feel the bumps on the snow field with extremely poor road conditions, Fu Yuanzhuo reluctantly adjusted his sitting posture, then took off the helmet on his head, and said with a long sigh of relief: "I never thought that I would experience war in my lifetime. "Remembering the senior brother who died just now, Fu Yuanzhuo's expression was a little sad. He reached out and touched the Uroboros and badge in his pocket, regretting that he didn't even ask the other party's name.However, Fu Yuanzhuo didn't mention his brother's intention to add to the sad atmosphere. Instead, he complained, "Is the American guy crazy? So many troops and weapons are deployed on the border between Denmark and Germany. This is the rhythm of a world war." !"

"Normal! Americans always like to provoke troubles. If Cheng Mo and Senior Sister hadn't come in time, I guess we would have all been planted in the mobile unit camp! When we knew that the vehicles of the Mi Army could not be used and the exoskeleton was destroyed. I really Desperate," He Muxian said.

Tang Xiaoshao smiled "hehe" and said, "At that time, you weren't thinking about the tragic thing of being a C man again, were you?"

He Muxian was pressed against the window of the car, and said with a very resentful expression: "Fuck, who always thinks about that? I was thinking that I was still complaining about the hard work of the car ride in the morning, and I didn't want to take the car anymore, and I was crazy at night. Worried about not having a car. Now being squeezed like this, I still feel really fucking happy. Oh! I still can’t escape the law of true fragrance!”

Even though the space of the Land Rover Defender is not small, it is still cramped for five people sitting in the back row. In addition, He Muxian, who likes to exercise, is relatively strong. At this moment, he will occupy more than half of a seat by himself. In order not to affect other people, he can only try his best. Leaning against the car door and window, luckily Cheng Mo, Xie Minyun, Fu Yuanzhuo, and Tang Xiaoshao are all relatively thin, otherwise the five of them would not be able to squeeze in.

Tang Xiaoshao, who was sandwiched between Fu Yuanzhuo and He Muxian, leaned over, rolled his eyes and said, "I'm not happy at all, I'm about to be caught into a meatloaf by you two!"

He Muxian looked sideways at Tang Xiaoshao and Fu Yuanzhuo, and said with a sinister smile: "I think you can try to sit on Fu Yuanzhuo's lap, so that it won't be so crowded! Everyone can sit more comfortably."

"It's too much! He Muxian, what are you talking about?" Fu Yuanzhuo said, "Why don't you let Tang Xiaoshao sit on your lap?"

"What do you mean? Are you despising me?" Tang Xiaoshao turned his head and glared at Fu Yuanzhuo.

Fu Yuanzhuo quickly waved his hand and said, "No? Absolutely no dislike."

"I'm talking about Fu Yuanzhuo! Everyone belongs to the society. In this situation, speak and do things casually. There is no need to care about what you have and what you don't have! What's the harm in letting Tang Xiaoshao sit?" He Muxian said.

Fu Yuanzhuo sneered: "In the society? Who is in the society with you? I am a five-good young man in our Tsinghua University, the male god in the hearts of thousands of girls."

"Huh? Even a playboy like you with a silver pewter tip has the face to call himself a male god? At first glance, you look like a scumbag among thousands of flowers that never touches your body, okay?" Tang Xiaoshao sneered. .

"If you don't investigate, you don't have the right to speak. If you haven't tried, how can you say that Fu Yuanzhuo is a silver-like pewter tip!?" After a pause, He Muxian said ambiguously, "Could it be that you, Tang Xiaoshao, have tried yourself?"

Tang Xiaoshao said carelessly: "I want to try it out, I guess Fu Yuanzhuo doesn't have the guts!"

"Hey! Fu Yuanzhuo, Tang Xiaoshao has let go! Are you a man?" Although He Muxian was prodding Fu Yuanzhuo, there was an imperceptible sense of loss in his expression.

Fu Yuanzhuo is not Cheng Mo, how could he pay attention to so many details, and quickly retorted: "Damn! Why am I not a man? I am definitely more expensive and more manly than your brother"

"You guys are already driving too fast!" Jin Jinhan couldn't help but said, "You still have to pay attention to the presence of ladies."

Leaving from Christian Field, everyone was terrified. Everyone seemed like a string that was about to break. It seemed that they would collapse under a little pressure. However, they persisted in desperation time and time again. break down.Now Cheng Mo and Xie Minyun kept up with the team with two stable thighs, and everyone grabbed the car again and got on the highway. Everything seemed to be better, so they relaxed a lot.

This made Jin Jinhan, who had been frightened all the way, regain some energy, and was interested in chiming in for a chat.

"What kind of car is this?" Tang Xiaoshao said, "Some girls in our dormitory are scary when they drive."

Several people who had suppressed the whole day chatted enthusiastically. Only Gu Feifei, who was driving, secretly glanced at Cheng Mo through the rearview mirror, and found that he was staring out the window with a serious expression. He couldn't help guessing what Cheng Mo was thinking at the moment. After everyone in the "Asgard Ruins" was forced to go offline, what happened in it?
Gu Feifei really wanted to find an excuse to talk to Cheng Mo and find out about the situation, but he couldn't hold back.Just when he was struggling, he heard the question from Instructor Bai in the chat room of the Chosen One system: "Where are we now?"

Obviously, Instructor Bai has returned to his original body.

At this time, Cai Shufeng answered first: "Originally, we were going to the port of St. Peter-Ording, but the team leader Cheng felt that the Chang'an ship could not reach the port of St. Peter-Ording. I don't know where it took us now!"

"Team leader Cheng? Cheng Mo?" Bai Xiuxiu was a little surprised, she didn't know that Cheng Mo had returned to the team.

Several people in the carriage stopped chatting and turned to look at Cheng Mo, even Jin Jinhan turned their heads.

Cheng Mo replied calmly in the chat room: "Well! I decided not to go to St. Peter-Ording Port."

"Good job! I'll have a private chat with you." Bai Xiuxiu said in the chat group.

"It seems that we can't go to St. Peter-Ording Port!" Jin Jinhan sighed, "I don't know if we can go back now!"

There was an oppressive silence in the carriage again, only the sound of the engine and the windshield wipers.

Cheng Mo received a private message from Bai Xiuxiu asking, "Where are we now?"

"On the No. 10 highway to Hamburg. It's about [-] minutes' drive from Hamburg." Cheng Mo replied.

"Ah! How did you know we were going to Hamburg?" Bai Xiuxiu asked suspiciously. She thought that Xie Guangling would not tell Xie Minyun and Cheng Mo in advance.

"I don't know. I just think it's impossible for the Chang'an ship to get close to the port of St. Peter-Ording. We should go to a bigger city to have a chance to escape the pursuit of the rice army."

Bai Xiuxiu didn't speak immediately, and said after a while: "It's a very correct decision. We are going to Paris via Hamburg, and then leave by plane from Paris. If everything goes well and we can return to China safely, this Asgard Dream operation You are definitely the first. Also. Congratulations. You got the 'Singer's Horn'."

"I don't care about credit or the singer's horn, I just want to make you happy. It's a pity that there is only one 'singer's horn', and it is an exclusive prop for angels. It seems that I can only owe you a Christmas gift."

"You don't owe me any presents. I've already received an incredible surprise. If conditions didn't allow it, I would definitely give you a hug."

Bai Xiuxiu's light smile went straight to Da Mo's mind through the selected system, and Cheng Mo could even see Bai Xiuxiu's sweet and seductive smile. He said, "Hugs are not enough, remember what you promised me."

However, after Cheng Mo said this, Bai Xiuxiu didn't reply to him again. Cheng Mo was not a stalker. He believed that Bai Xiuxiu would not break his promise, so he didn't ask.Not long after, Xie Minyun also returned to his body and woke up from Cheng Mo's arms.Keenly aware that Xie Minyun's expression seemed a little dignified, Cheng Mo immediately asked, "What's wrong?"

Xie Minyun shook her head: "It's nothing." Then she turned her head to look at Cheng Mo, and said softly, "I just saw my uncle at the Mijun camp, and he gave us a wedding present."

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2020年12月25日圣诞节晚上7点15分。

The night in Paris was a little quieter than usual. Although the Champs-Elysées was still brightly lit, all the shops were closed, and only the windows were still shining brightly.The streets and alleys of Paris are sparsely populated, only some tourists gather at the Eiffel Tower or Victory Square to watch the annual light show.This year's light show is longer than previous years. It starts at 09 o'clock and ends at 30:[-]. The wonderful light show combined with the drone show fascinated every visitor present. Many people took out their mobile phones to record Photograph.

As for the vast majority of Europeans and French people, they stay at home during this most important festival. Just like Chinese people reunite at home during the New Year, Westerners will naturally reunite at home to eat turkey and exchange gifts at Christmas.

The same is true of Diva, but this year the Napoleon family's mansion in the suburbs of Paris looks a little deserted. The huge restaurant is brightly lit, silver tableware and crystal wine glasses complement each other, and the long dining table is full of delicacies. Just Dava and mother.

For young people, in addition to gifts that can surprise people, Christmas is actually very boring. In the West, there are no family carnival programs like the "Spring Festival Gala" to watch, and they can only scan their phones while eating and chatting.

After eating two mouthfuls of Christmas salmon, Dai Wa felt a little full. She glanced at the empty restaurant and saw her mother picking up a knife and fork to eat elegantly. Dai Wa wiped her mouth with a handkerchief, then turned her head and asked the person standing behind: "Morris, where is my brother? What did he do? We agreed to have dinner together!"

Morris, who was wearing a tuxedo, replied in a low voice: "Miss Dava, the young master has something very important to deal with temporarily."

"My God! Is there anything more important in the world than spending Christmas with your family?" Dava shrugged.

"Dai Wa! Don't make trouble for no reason, your brother is not like you are an idler!" Dai Wa's mother raised her head and said to Dai Wa seriously.

"What's so great! Isn't he the chosen one!" Dai Wa pouted and said in a low voice. Seeing her mother glaring at her, she took out her mobile phone and checked FB, and found that no one updated her status today. She guessed it might be because of Christmas, so she muttered, "In previous years, everyone would take some photos and send wishes at Christmas, but this year it seems that there are a lot fewer people at once."

"Maybe I'm a little tired of the Internet." The mother replied indifferently, "You too, stop indulging in those social networks."

"I'm not the kind of person who likes to show off my life!" Dai Wa said dissatisfiedly, then she opened Twitter to see what news there was, and found that "France [-]" was on the trending search, she was very surprised that such a Why did a TV station with nothing to watch become a hot search, and quickly clicked on the live broadcast link, and saw a strangely dressed Santa Claus standing in the news broadcast room. The reason why he was called strange was because he was wearing Santa Claus. The clothes, but the face is painted with white paint, with smoky makeup like panda eyes, and lipstick is used to turn the mouth into a catfish mouth, and the corners of the lips are cracked to the side of the cheeks.

This weird shape immediately reminded Dai Wa of the famous character "Joker" in "Batman".

At this time, the clown dressed as Santa Claus was sitting in front of the anchor station. Next to the anchor station was a red sack, which looked like a gift bag for Santa Claus, and the background was the grand fireworks of the Eiffel Tower in Paris.

A hoarse voice came from the phone: "Good evening, everyone! I'm the clown Sith, the news anchor tonight!" He smacked his mouth, patted the red cloth bag next to him, and grinned, "You can also call I am the deliveryman of destiny!"

"It looks very interesting. Could it be the latest reality show launched by France [-]?" Dai Wa said to herself, and then turned up the volume.

"I'm very happy to be a guest in Paris today!" The clown Sith straightened his Christmas hat, and then whispered, "Paris is a very, very great city, and the reason why I say it is great is not because there is the Palace of Versailles here , there is Notre Dame de Paris, there is the Eiffel Tower, but because there are great people here!"

Clown Sith suddenly jumped onto the chair, raised his hands high, and made an abrupt gesture of celebration.

"Sorry! I'm a little excited! Because I can't help but tremble when I think about what will happen next!" The clown Sith laughed wildly, hammering the table and laughing uncontrollably, as if being forcibly tickled.

"What are you looking at? So noisy?" Mother asked, frowning.

"Nothing! It's probably the movie preview of "Joker 2", that boring movie that won an Oscar last year, depicting the bottomless people suffering infinite malice!"

Daiwa was about to turn off the video, but the clown Sith sitting in front of the anchor station seemed to turn off the switch called "crazy", and suddenly said in a serious anchor tone, in the form of a speech: "Human civilization The history of development is actually the history of the development of cities. Whether it is London, New York, Tokyo, Shanghai or Paris, they are all built on wars and corpses. Interestingly, these world-famous cities happen to symbolize civilization. People He lingers on the gentlemanly demeanor of urban men, on the evening dresses of city girls, on afternoon tea and bars, on luxury cars and convenient transportation, on towering buildings and colorful neon lights. But he never looks down The violence that urban civilized life relies on. Behind the gentleman's demeanor is the never-ending bloody war in England; behind the textiles are women workers and girls who become low-value consumables in a harsh environment; Coffee, sugar, and vineyards; behind the luxury cars and traffic are the blood and tears of countless white, black, and Chinese laborers; and the buildings that rise from the ground and the colorful neon lights have never been related to the workers who built them—they All lowly victims."

"We always only praise all the convenience and greatness brought by the theory of industrialization, but deliberately ignore the pain it brings. Just like the sewer in the city, it is so important, but so disgusting, Because what flows inside is filth, danger, and uneasiness. But the city cannot leave the sewer. We, our poor and humble workers, are the city's sewer!"

Clown Sith jumped up again, this time he didn't jump onto the chair, but jumped onto the anchor platform, he waved his hands like a passionate orator, he loudly used very deceptive words He recited in a high-spirited voice: "I am like the vast majority of people! I was born in the working class. In my early years, I was ambitious, positive, enthusiastic and full of ideals; my only wish in my childhood was to realize my ambitions. But I grew up in a humble In a vulgar, uneducated, and uneducated environment. I have no future, but look up to the upper class. My social status is at the bottom. In the bottom social life, both body and spirit are dirty and miserable. In Here body and mind are tortured by hunger and misery."

"It's a majestic social edifice that stands above me. I know my only way out is to climb hard. So, I made up my mind to climb up since I was a child. In high society, men wear black coats with hard breasts inside. Shirts, women are even more beautiful in feather clothes and cloud clothes. They eat delicacies from mountains and seas, and they can benefit endlessly. Their material life is rich and spiritual. I know that everyone in the upper class has selfless sentiments, pure and noble thoughts I know all this, because I read the novels of the "Seaside Books", and the characters described in the novels, except for the villains and swindlers, are all men and women who are pure in thought, gentle in speech, and noble in behavior. In a word, just as I believe that the sun must rise in the morning, so I believe that in the upper class everything is good, noble, and elegant, and life is decent and dignified. All this gives life meaning and value, and personal toil and misfortune Got paid and compensated."

"But it's not easy for a person to climb up the ranks of the working class! If he has many unrealistic fantasies, it will be even more difficult. My family lives on a farm in California. Where can I get it? Finding a ladder to climb up? What a clue! I started asking about interest rates on investments very early on. It took me a while to figure out what a brilliant human invention 'compound interest' is, as far as a child can think. It has wonderful advantages. Then, I figured out the current wage gap of workers of different ages and their living expenses. From these data, I came to a conclusion: If I start working and saving right away, I will work until I am 50 years old. At that time, I can no longer work, and at the same time I can share a little of the rich conditions and happy life of the upper class. Of course, I made up my mind never to get married, and I completely ignored the working class life greatest calamity in the world—the danger of disease.”

"However, I was so energetic that I couldn't be satisfied with a life of industriousness and frugality. At the same time, when I was ten years old, I became a newspaper boy on the streets of the city. With that, my views on climbing up changed a bit. Although the surrounding environment is still as dirty and miserable as before, and above me is the paradise waiting for me, but I am determined to climb up another ladder. I chose the path of business. Obviously bought for five cents Two newspapers can be sold for a dime before changing hands. In this way, the capital has doubled. Why should I save a little and then buy government bonds? It seems that the ladder of business is perfect for me. So I started dreaming, as if seeing myself as a bald, rich business tycoon."

"The horrible reality forced me to think about the problem. I found the naked truth in the eccentric civilized society. The so-called life is nothing more than the two major problems of food and shelter. In order to have something to eat and a place to live, people sell things. Merchants sell shoes, Politicians sell their personality, representatives of the people—with exceptions, of course—sell the confidence they have in them, and almost all of them sell their integrity. So do women, whether they are prostitutes or married women, they will inevitably sell themselves. There is nothing in the world that is not a commodity, and everyone is both a buyer and a seller. For laborers, the only thing that can be sold is labor. As for the quality of laborers, they cannot be sold in the market. .They can only sell strength, nothing else."

"I also learned that intelligence is also a commodity. I began to pursue knowledge voraciously. I went back to California and opened my books and armed myself to become an intellectual businessman. In the process, of course, I also delved into sociology. Unexpectedly There is a certain category of books that scientifically states simple sociological concepts that I have independently thought out, and much more than that. As a businessman who sells brain power, I can really call it smooth sailing. Society is open to me. At the gate, I went straight into the hall, and at the same time my original dream was being shattered at the same time. I dined with the tycoons of society, and dined with their wives. I admit that they are beautiful in clothes; To the astonishment of my naive self, they were essentially the same as the women I used to meet on the cellar floor.' Stripped—undressed, the Colonel's wife and Judy O. Grady is literally a sister'."

"But what surprised me the most was their materialism. Although these gorgeous women often talk about some beautiful ideals and lovely virtues, no matter how beautiful they talk, what they blindly pursue is only material life , and they are all so tender and selfish. They sponsor all good charity activities and publicize them. They don't know that the delicious food they eat, and the silk and satin they wear are not covered with workers, child labor, and prostitutes. Bought by the dividends of blood and sweat! When I told them the truth, I was expecting Judy O'Grady's sisters to take off their blood-stained silks and jewels at once, but they were outraged Instead, he lectured me wantonly, saying that inferior people suffer because they profligate, because they drink, because they are all born depraved. I told them that I couldn't understand those who were starving to death in the southern cotton mills. Six-year-olds working 12 hours a night because of their profligacy, alcoholism and natural depravity, now these Judy O'Grady sisters attack me personally and call me a sedition Molecule, seems to be able to refute me just by putting this hat on me.

"I am no more on good terms with the tycoons themselves than with their ladies and wives. I thought that those who are well-dressed, virtuous, and cheerful talkers, their ideals are also pure, noble, and vigorous. I and those of the status Prominent people—missionaries, politicians, entrepreneurs, professors, editors, etc. socialize, eat, drink and have fun together. Unexpectedly, after a period of careful observation, I found that there are indeed some pure and noble people among them, but except for a few people , they are all lifeless, and there are only a handful of people who are truly vibrant."

"The world is the same everywhere: crime, betrayal, betrayal, crime. The active and capable man is neither pure nor noble; A lot of waste, they are not only lifeless like the living dead, but also not noble, just pure. They don't do evil intentionally, but they don't care about the bad people and bad things in front of them, and they get a little benefit because of it, confused , have committed crimes passively. Had they been capable and good-minded, they would not have been foolish enough to refuse to share in the benefits others have gained through crime and the betrayal of their friends."

"I feel I can't live on the atrium level of the mansion any longer. The people here bore me intellectually and morally. I miss my old intellectual and idealist friends , those dismissed teachers, down-and-out professors, and pure-minded, high-minded workers. I miss the days and nights when the sun was shining and the stars were shining brightly. Paradise for the righteous. The Holy Grail of Jesus Christ is before me again, burning and shining!"

"So I went back to the working class where I was born and raised. This is where I belong. I don't want to climb up anymore. It is this cornerstone that interests me. There is no attraction. I am willing to work here. I want to hold an iron rod and work together with intellectuals, idealists and advanced workers. From time to time, I will pry hard at the base of the building a few times to make the whole building shake. Wait until our future With more hands and more steel, we'll bring down the edifice, and bring down the rotten life, the walking dead, the heinous selfishness and the stinking materialist. Then, We will clean the cellar and build a new building for mankind. There will be no hall or cellar, and every room will be well ventilated and sunny; people will truly live in a pure, noble, and vibrant atmosphere.”

"That's how I see it. I'm looking forward to a day when people stop running around to fill their stomachs and can do valuable and meaningful work. At that time, people will have a noble drive, not just for their stomachs like today I firmly believe in good and noble human nature, and I firmly believe that a beautiful heart and a selfless spirit will surely defeat today's vulgar gluttony. The last point, I place my hope and faith on the working class. A Frenchman said it well: 'The sound of clogs going up and leather boots going down always echoes on the ladder of history.'” (partially excerpted from Jack London's "Why I Choose the Road of XXism")
The clown Sith stood on the anchor platform and did a tap dance. He was wearing a bloated Santa Claus coat but looked like a graceful dancer. He bent down and picked up the red cloth bag that was set aside, untied the rope and threw countless colorful The beautiful confetti immediately filled the studio with festive confetti.

"I came to France! It is because this is the origin of the revolution! The holy land of the revolution! Today I will bring the most surprising Christmas gift to all the great French people!" The clown Sith shouted.

After all the colorful confetti fell to the ground, "Dang! Dang! Dang! Dang!" The clown Sith sang "Symphony of Destiny", and he made a gesture of invitation, and more than ten small pictures appeared on the big screen behind him. , These pictures are all the sewers of Paris. In these sewers with orange lights, there is a glass tank bigger than an oil drum. Green gas is boiling in the glass tank, and the outside of the glass tank is sprayed with yellow bottom. Painted black skull logo.

The clown Sith introduced proudly: "From the greatest country in the world - the United States, the poisonous gas device produced by the Smith & Wesson chemical company, you don't have to doubt its power, the quality guarantee of the United States is enough to poison all of Paris. People! I placed it in the sewers of Paris to ensure that it can come to everyone safely and quickly!"

The clown Sith jumped off the anchor station, he stood in front of the camera, put his face close and said with a smile: "But please don't be afraid! This is not bad news! This is a gift given to everyone by fate. Here There will be a gas mask in every corner of the city! Everyone will have 10 minutes to prepare, as long as you get the gas mask! You can do whatever you want in this city! You have the power to transcend the world!"

Clown Sith raised his hands and spun in a circle and shouted loudly: "Come on! Carnival! Today! Christmas! You will become the real master of this city!"

The camera behind him switched to the incomparably brilliant night view of Paris.

(End of this chapter)