Cyber Daming

Zhao Qingxia was sitting under the tree, smiling and cursing into the air in front of him: "Let me stay awake while you rest first. What's the point?"

"Master Ma, I didn't rest. I just went to my dream to ask for advice."

Although the voice ringing in his ears was faint, the familiar stubbornness was still the same as before.

Zhao Qingxia raised her hand to wipe away the blood that was about to flow into her eyes, but found that her vision was still blood-red, so she simply ignored it.

"When did you evolve the dream thing? It's so rare."

"I told you that I am a divine weapon, what can't I do?"

"Okay," Zhao Qingxia's eyes were empty, but the smile on his mouth was still bright. "What's your plan? Tell me."

"Honey trap."

"You old bastard"

"Don't interrupt," the voice coming from the red eye in the helmet became weaker and weaker, "Boy, if you can go back alive, remember to tell A Qin that she is the only one my old horse has ever loved in this life."

"I'm not interested in your twilight love."

"Listen to me, otherwise you will regret it."

Prince Ma said slowly: "Aqin originally said that she would not be good to me, otherwise when she gave birth to a baby, it would be a mark of ink nail inserted into the head of the machine tool, which would make people laugh. It turns out that I didn't understand. I thought She looks down on me."

"But I understand now. I misunderstood her. She even thought of having a baby with me, which is a sign of her love for me. Help me tell Aqin that as long as it is our baby, I will love her no matter what she looks like." .”

"Also, please don't tell me about my romantic affairs over the years. People always make mistakes when they are frustrated. I have looked back, and I won't do it again."

Zhao Qingxia's facial features were distorted, and blood scabs fell on his face. The turbulent emotions held in his chest made him tremble all over.

"Master Ma, I'm going to fuck you, you old licker, you can say these disgusting things yourself!"

"You don't understand, this is love."

"I love your love of horse-trading"

Zhao Qingxia grabbed the ink armor piece on his body with both hands, but still couldn't stop the ink armor from slowly detaching from his fingers.

An exoskeleton armor that was so damaged that it could be described as desolate floated in front of the young man.

"Boy, didn't you always dislike Master Ma and my lack of blood? Today I will show you how I fought with people back then!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the broken armor flew out, and the fallen leaves on the ground were picked up by the strong wind and scattered in all directions.

"Broken metal, struggling to the death!"

Ertiao had a look of disdain on his face, and the mechanical heart in his chest was buzzing harshly. The hideous scar suddenly spread out with green color, like a birthmark imprinted on his face, and he suddenly turned on the overclocking state!

The man grabbed the knife with both hands, aimed the blade at the incoming ink armor and slashed it down!

"die!"

The pale sword light exploded like thunder in the dark forest, but it only shattered the flying leaves.

"Son, little turtle, grandpa will teach you. Don't yell when you fight someone in the future. Don't say harsh words until you kill them!"

A cold voice sounded behind Ertiao, and the armor-piercing armor appeared behind him at some point, and the armor plates opened and directly 'swallowed' him in.

Zheng!

Since Mo Jia's arms were missing, Er Tiao's hands were still free. He slashed backwards with his sword and cut a shocking crack in Mo Jia's body.

Not only that, Er Tiao made another extremely fierce sword strike, and it actually struck him between the eyebrows.

It's a pity that before the light of the sword fell, the red eyes in the helmet were already so bright that they were blinding!

"Old horse!!"

boom!

The raging heat wave pushed Zhao Qingxia's body hard against the tree trunk. The skin all over his body was carbonized and cracked under the high temperature. The hot air rushing into his lungs seemed to ignite all the blood in his body.

Although the pain that could make one faint was constantly attacking his will, Zhao Qingxia forced himself to widen his eyes and deeply engraved the scene in front of him into his heart.

"To be able to make a Mo Jia with such high intelligence willing to die for you, it seems that your qualifications in the Mo family sequence are not low."

In the darkness where the firelight could not reach, there was an indifferent voice.

Gong Qinghong stepped on the black dust on the ground and slowly stopped in front of the charred black weapon body standing with a pestle and knife.

There is a hole that is transparent from front to back at the heart of the mechanical body. The position where the mechanical heart should be implanted is empty at the moment.

"you do this delibrately."

The prosthetic eyes that flickered on and off moved inch by inch and looked at Gong Qinghong.

On his deathbed, Ertiao finally understood each other's plan.

From the beginning, he and Yao Ji were abandoned sons in Gong Qinghong's hands, and their only function was to force Zhao Qingxia into a desperate situation.

"You want to take all three bonuses?"

"I'm not doing it for the money, I'm doing it for the ambition in my heart."

Seeing the contemptuous and mocking light in Yi's eyes, Gong Qinghong shook his head helplessly, "So you rabble will never understand what it means to set fire to the sky with arrogant ambition."

"When I replace the sun and moon with a new sky, there will be a place in history where you will leave your name, Erjo Takashi."

Gong Qinghong pointed at Er Tiao's eyebrows, and with a crisp sound, the ferocious head rolled directly to the ground.

"The cunning rabbit is dead and the running dog is cooked. The dog is dead and you come out."

Zhao Qingxia took a sip at Gong Qinghong, "People in your line still like to play such disgusting things."

Gong Qinghong said calmly: "Isn't it a good feeling for people from the Mo family to watch their own weapon spirits explode with their own eyes?"

Zhao Qingxia's features were ferocious and he shouted sternly: "Stop talking nonsense and give me a good time."

"Isn't what you said nonsense?" Gong Qinghong's eyes were dark and he sneered: "Tonight's play has just begun. How could you, the protagonist, leave so soon?"

Zhao Qingxia snorted coldly, moved his lips slightly and was about to speak, when a breeze suddenly passed by his ears, and then he raised his eyes in surprise.

Cao Cang, who had sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes and an icy aura, walked slowly past him.

"So, what role did you play in this scene?"

"I have met Lord Jiujo."

Gong Qinghong's face was calm, and he cupped his hands and cupped his fists towards Cao Cang: "I am just an unknown person who set up a stage to announce the curtain, not worth mentioning. But you are different, you are an important role."

Cao Cang half-smiled, "Oh? Then what is my identity?"

"A hero who values ​​love and justice."

"What ending?"

"I fell into a treacherous plot by mistake and died on the spot."

Cao Cang looked contemptuous, "It's a clichéd plot."

Gong Qinghong was noncommittal, "It's a bit vulgar, but how can a classic not be vulgar?"

Cao Cang laughed dumbly, "I saw the conspiracy, but where did you die? Is it just you?"

Gong Qinghong smiled and said nothing, took a step to the side, put his hands into his sleeves, and pretended to be watching a show.

A tall man walked out from where he stepped aside, holding a chilling mace in his hand, exuding a terrifying evil aura.

"Jiuwan Weimeng?! Gong Qinghong, do you really dare to betray me?"

Looking at the sudden change of situation in front of him, Zhao Qingxia couldn't help but clenched a finger-length miniature long knife in his palm and smiled bitterly.

"Old Ma, I didn't expect that the two of us have become so popular that everyone wants to take a bite."