Practice origin column

Chapter 90
Each contestant's real name in Middle-earth is generally composed of two parts.

Part of it is the ID nickname of the second world, which is the name.

One part is the last name of the character being played.

But in the first two years of the competition, it set off a series of flames, the road was cold, and the night was choking.

Each contestant randomly plays the role of Middle-earth, so how should the contestants face their father, mother, and even grandfather?

You know, although they have gray hair, behind this body, they are also contestants!
Being called "son" and "sun za" by others, even if the memory I inherited told me that the person in front of me had raised me for 20 years.

But the pickle in my heart became more and more angry.

So, an ethical turmoil ensues.

Some people choose to accept it and not change their destiny.

And some people choose to kill their fathers and mothers, slaughter all their relatives and friends, and end up in solitude with no worries.

Shougucheng is the first person to do it.

The day before, he was humble and obedient, serving tea and water to his grandfather, down to his infant brother, and his neighbors and friends outside.

The next night, he carved a wooden sword out of hemlock and thorn strips in the garden, and 120 of his old friends and relatives became victims of his sword.

Blood, dyed the night red.

Destiny will change with the choice, and each contestant will act as much as possible according to the fate trajectory of the character he plays.

The fate of Shougucheng's ordinary life has changed. He was arrested by the court, hunted down by knights, and cast aside by preachers.

But in Shougucheng, one man and one sword, killed the court of justice behind closed doors, killed the knights to extinction, and killed the preachers in fear.

He guards the isolated city, he really guards an isolated city with one man and one sword.

When the two of Sikong walked out of the main hall, they saw Huowu standing near the eaves, three thousand jet-black hair fluttering like a waterfall, and the red dress made her every frown and every look in her eyes carry a fatal temptation.

She Huowu never hides her appearance, let it flaunt, let it be as strong as a peony.

"I am already a hundred people, why didn't Lianshaopan teach me the method of visualization?"

Sikong looked at Huo Wu's back with admiration in his eyes. He did not hide his gaze and looked at Huo Wu's beautiful appearance in the red dress wantonly.

"That's because you haven't chosen your own combat mode yet."

Shougucheng watched Huo Wu blushing, glanced secretly, and quickly lowered his head as if afraid of being noticed by Huo Wu, returning to the dull and introverted big boy.

"Battle mode?" Sikong was confused.

"Oh, in the civilization of cultivating immortals, it is also called the way of natal warfare. Soldiers, fighting is the strategy of fighting. It is the synthesis of your consciousness, experience, body and weapons."

Shougucheng looked shy, and his voice was as weak as a mosquito flapping its wings: "I checked, and your consciousness and experience have met the requirements, but your physical fitness is too low, and you lack a few weapons."

"Didn't you say that before the three-dimensional, you don't need to borrow weapons, and you need to practice asceticly like an ascetic?"

Sikong is not surprised that his physical fitness is too low.After all, the integrity of his gene chain has only reached 60%, and now he is seriously injured, so he has to stop to take a breath and rest for a while after taking two steps.

As for weapons, Shougucheng's views are completely different from Master Su Ming's teachings.

"Heh..." Shougucheng smiled shyly, but there was deep mockery in the laughter: "Master Su Ming is not wrong, because he is walking the road of king, aiming to become the king of dimension."

The dimensional king needs to perfect the current dimensional practice and reach the theoretical limit of science.

And the one-dimensional dimensional king has a complete gene chain, 100% strengthening, and three kinds of physical fitness Mingchen martial arts are all great.

"However, those of us who are born humble and live a small life must take the path of the living. As long as we can survive..."

Sikong looked at the slender figure of Shougucheng. At this moment, the twilight was already low, and the night light was pouring down like water, almost hiding him in the darkness.

Shou Gucheng carried his wooden sword and walked forward dully, drifting and desolate. With his head lowered, he could only see his own footsteps.

Eighteen of them, even the most vicious mutilation murderers, are also a group of helpless poor people.

After Sikong became the master of the Baizhu Liansha, a wave of information was activated and connected to Sikong's central nervous system——

'The death task is completed, and the qualification to become a ghost is obtained, waiting for the awakening of the other seventeen keys'

The dismemberment of hundreds of people is just a mission of dismemberment, in order to wake up the key?

Sikong suddenly understood why Qianqian would increase the difficulty of her crime time and time again, even deliberately leaving flaws.On the one hand, it is for the fun of crime, and on the other hand, it is also because of the increased difficulty of this death mission.

She must complete the task in the crisis of death.

Otherwise, it would be her who died.

demon?It should be a non-technical civilization, but there is actually a top-notch visualization method...

Sikong meditated secretly, but saw that Huowu sensed the movement behind him, and suddenly fell from the cornice, tapping the wall lightly, making the red dress full of charm.

"Since you don't want to go with me, you should recuperate here. I'll go back to Ai Ya City first."

Huo Wu was careless, and bumped into Sikong as if greeting her own brother, and without waiting for Sikong to answer, she turned around with big strides.

"Alex, let's go!"

Huo Wu lightly tapped the iron saddle, and jumped onto the dragon. Once he patted the dragon's back, the fire dragon fluttered its wings and flew away, blending into the dark night.

From the beginning to the end, she did not communicate with Shougu City.

Shou Gucheng did not tell her his identity.

Because, they are not all the way.

It was only because of Sikong that they met each other.

Huo Wu left, and for the past few days, Sikong has been recuperating in this lonely city without a name.

The castle is huge, and Sikong is often looking at it alone.

Shougucheng often goes out, and only when the night is dark, will he drag his body full of scars back to Gucheng.

He said that because Moloch had never been resurrected and reincarnated, the gate of the underworld was unguarded, and the demons had already set foot in Middle-earth, opening the chapter of doomsday.

Of course, he still has something to say.Many people challenged him and asked him to hand over Sikong, but he chose to draw his sword.

That night, Sikong returned to the depths of the castle with Shougucheng, who was unconscious at the gate of the city, with serious injuries on his back.

The wooden sword was covered with blood, and even climbed up the cracks, and the thorny handle popped open, telling the story of a fierce battle.

Sikong put Shougucheng on the bed, bandaged his wound, looked deeply for a long time, then closed the door and left.

That night, Shougucheng did not come back.

The black cloud came quickly, in a hurry, and when it pressed down, it descended with boundless ink.

There is only a round of jade plate and a few extraordinarily bright stars flickering on and off, circling around the middle-earth world, sprinkled obscurely on Xiwei starlight, but leaving a large shadow.

Wearing dragon-patterned armor and holding a rusty sword, Sikong stood on the city wall for a long time.

He dared not take off his armor and put down his rusty sword.Just because he didn't know who was watching in the night, maybe he would carry a familiar corpse and step on the broken wooden sword.

He Sikong would choose to die in battle.

(End of this chapter)