I Forged the Myth of the Old Ones

"It's so unpalatable."

She immediately spat it out.

Standing up, she took out her mobile phone, first took a photo of Lu Jian's body, and then dialed a number.

"Yes, it was me. It succeeded. It's very simple. Don't worry. I'll handle the matter. Don't worry."

After hanging up the phone, he looked back at Lu Jian on the ground.

At this time, she suddenly found that Lu Jian had disappeared.

"!!!"

Before she had time to confirm more, she heard a low and magnetic whisper in her ear.

"You are not Leopard, who are you?"

She wanted to resist in a hurry, but her body didn't listen, as if she was bound by something.

Behind her, Lu Lian raised the silver pen [last words] in his hand, and with the other hand, he opened the translucent book page on her body.

[The clone of the avatar, accidental, has serious hostility to the main body]

[I like to have fun, and I like to appear in some "bang" ways]

[The time it can last is not long, but enough to cause confusion]

[Produced by the pollution of Shenzao, there are many more]

【Not edible】

"Avatar clone?"

Lu Juan flipped through it again, and found that although this "Leopard" looks the same as the main body, but there is very little knowledge in it. In contrast, even Lu Juan seems to have been struggling in a romantic place for more than ten years old customers.

It's just that she is restless and lacks cognition, so she has a strong hostility towards the main body.

"Ok?"

Lu Juan let the other party go to sleep, a little doubting whether this idea of ​​backstabbing the body is the traditional art of Leopard and Charlotte.

"Produced by the pollution of Shenying, um, is it true that worshiping Shenying will cause these avatars to be produced?"

He thought of those people who died abnormally mentioned in the previous news.

"Is this pollution caused by leopards, or"

Lu Jian felt that there was no need for Baobao to do this kind of thing. The target of these clones was Baobao himself. Even if she liked chaos, she would not produce these clones to backstab herself.

He thought it might be the problem of Shenying itself.

When he was with the island, Lu Jian saw Shia's consciousness turned into a witch and came to him.

But the current Shenying lacks a soul and is full of pollution. It really lacks guidance and is prone to accidents.

Thinking of this, Lu Jian stopped flipping through the text.

He saw a string of words appear at the end of these illusory words.

These words carry the knowledge of foreign lands, all of which belong to the world that Lu Jian has never touched.

This knowledge is enough to break the sanity of ordinary people and quickly alienate them into monsters.

"She knows I'm going to read these?"

When Lu Jian felt the blood rushing to the eardrum, he also thought of this question in his mind.

Put the threatening knowledge at the end, and guide Lu Jian to check. This "Leopard" driving a dump truck is just a bait, and the real trap is when Lu Jian uses his own ability.

Puchi-

Lu Jian's head exploded, and his body slumped down. After a while, his fingers twitched, and the splashed brains gathered again.

"It seems that these guys can't end it if they don't deal with it."

After thinking about it, Lu Jian must ask Baobao for compensation.

Ask for a recommendation ticket, ask for a monthly ticket!

I didn't pay attention to the backstage during this time, and found out that [sty1999] the boss rewarded the leader!

The boss is grand, and Jiageng is writing a jpg

===844. Sliding===

In a certain kindergarten, a group of babbling children are learning from the teacher.

Recognition of characters is the job of elementary school teachers. Most kindergarten teachers teach basic ways of understanding the world and correcting bad behaviors. It seems easier, but because children of this age have not formed a perfect three views , so the inadvertent small movements of some adults will cause children to imitate, so the requirements for teachers are stricter.

The teacher wearing an apron is teaching the children to identify various animals. She is very patient, and the children follow suit. At the same time, she cooperates with various photos and videos to give these children a preliminary impression of the world.

What the teacher didn't notice was that besides the children who were only a few years old, there was also a young and beautiful girl sitting in the classroom.

She looked at the picture on the projection screen with interest, just like other children, and nodded from time to time.

She is not a teacher, and naturally she is not a parent, let alone a student.

The get out of class bell for classical music rang, and the class ended. The children stayed in the classroom and sat quietly. They were not yet at the age of whispering. Many introverted children only stared at the toys or plasticine in their hands. Leopard Leopard Looking at these children, I feel quite satisfied.

A child's heart is pure, like a blank sheet of paper. To a leopard who can absorb emotions from the heart, it's like rare boiled water. It's also very good to drink.

She walked out of the classroom, came to the kindergarten slide, competed with several children, and sat for two rounds, very happy.

Suddenly, Baobao saw someone standing in front of him.

The other party was wearing a kindergarten teacher's apron, with his hands behind his back, as if he was very concerned, he came over, bent slightly, and asked.

"Kid, what are you doing here?"

The other party's voice was soft, like a gentle mother.

"Playing on the slide."

Leopard tells the truth.

She found that the children, teachers, and cleaning aunts in the playground were all surrounded.

If it were changed to another situation, it might seem a little weird and dangerous.

But Baobao saw that all the teachers, children, and cleaning aunts had the same face as himself.

Whether it's a little girl in a plain dress, a little boy in suspender jeans with his hair combed back, or a cleaner with a broom sweeping up fallen leaves, and those young teachers who look after the children, they all have the same faces as leopards.

All the "Leopards" took out their knives from various places around them at the same time, from pockets, sand piles, and toys, and rushed towards the real Leopards.

They all had kind smiles on their faces, but they didn't relax at all.

In an instant, Baobao was surrounded, countless hands grabbed her, and countless blades slashed across her body.

The fair skin was scratched, hot blood gushed out of the veins, and mottled scars appeared on her beautiful face. Leopard fell to the ground and was repeatedly stabbed in the chest and abdomen with knives by several children who looked like her. There was a whimpering sound, but his throat had been cut open, and the blood foam blocked his trachea, making him unable to breathe, and he could no longer speak a complete sentence.

"It worked!" "We made it!" "We killed her!" "Not enough!" "Not enough, not enough, not enough!" "I don't feel like I've changed." "I'm hungry."" I get it, we need more."

The leopards discussed repeatedly, and finally, all of them turned their eyes to the body of the leopard.

Many leopards surrounded the corpse, like elementary school students on an autumn outing sitting around the grill, staring at the sizzling grilled meat with their eyes straight.

While they were busy, many leopards came in from outside the kindergarten.

One of the leopards followed the other leopards curiously, and asked when he saw the bustle and bustle ahead.

"What is this doing, it seems very interesting."

"We just killed our body and are absorbing her power."

A Leopard replied patiently.

"I'm so hungry, I really want to eat, when will it be my turn?"

Another Leopard looked at the vast number of Leopards ahead and complained.

"That's great, I want it too."

The Leopard who followed squeezed into the crowd, came to the very center, and saw the wreckage with no bones left, only a few pieces of rags.

"No way, none of you are left?"

She looked at those leopards in surprise.

"unacceptable."

"Aren't you us?"

Suddenly, a leopard with blood oozing from the corner of his mouth looked at that leopard.

"What are you talking about, I am you."

Leopard Leopard said naturally.

"She is us." "No, she smells different." "Who are you?" "You are not us." "Who is she and how did she get in?" "Is she real?"" Impossible, we have really killed her." "She is fake!" "Then who is she?" "Who is she?"

A group of leopards whispered to each other, discussing the identity of the leopards.

"Me? I'm a charcoal-grilled salt and pepper seal?"

Leopard showed a sly smile.

The next moment, all the movements of the "Leopards" present were frozen.

They were like marionettes that had lost their manipulators, their heads and hands drooping, motionless.

"Interesting, referring to the most worthy of imitation, but it has no corresponding power, just like a child."

Leopard moved closer to a "Leopard", carefully observed the other party, and even pulled the other party's hand to check.

"As expected of me, it's really cute."

She was infatuated with her own face for a while, and then pinched the other's soft face.

"Unfortunately, I chose the wrong target."

Instead of continuing to play with people who looked exactly like him, Leopard came to the lunch break room of the kindergarten and saw that all the children and teachers were locked here. These people looked at Leopard in horror, their mouths were covered, and they could not speak. sound.

"It's okay, it's okay, if you are a little more afraid, I quite like it."