[Comprehensive] Playing off again

"Ah Gang is so nice!"

The snake-tailed boy said this, with surprise written all over his face.

After one month, if Tsunayoshi could hear this sentence, he must be very moved; but at this time, Elan, who originally planned to return to Bingsheng Town immediately, is still in Earl D's pet shop, and will not leave for the time being, because He found that Gang Ji had sent what he needed.

Gang Yoshi:? ? ?

The little girl in the lace dress ran to the box and looked at it eagerly, "What's inside, Yagami?"

"It's not for food anyway."

Pushing away the greedy raccoon, Elan glanced at the cake with a corner missing on the coffee table, without the slightest appetite, "The Earl isn't here, so you just sneaked a snack."

The pet store has after-sales service, and Earl D was invited to visit the customer at this time, which happened to be at the same time as Elan came out.

"It's not Xiaopang who stole it, it's Ah Che!"

The little girl looked around, pointed at the sheep-horned boy who was asleep on the sofa, and spoke softly, causing Elan to sneer, and she wanted to argue, but the snake-tailed boy quickly entered the corridor, leaving her with a The tip of the white tail disappeared in a flash.

"It's really not me this time! Woohoo!"

In the hall, whispers sounded:

"Little Fatty was made to cry by that adult again, hehe."

"I really want to call that lord by his name directly..."

"Oh, who told the earl to like chubby."

Ellen returned to the room.

At this time, the snake-tailed boy was fully focused on the ten-year rocket launcher, and other things had long been left behind.

In the suitcase, there are nine neatly arranged purple grenade-shaped balls, all of which are properly placed in soft grooves to prevent accidents due to the shock.

Elan took them out, placed them on the pillow one by one, and lay down on the bed himself, looking at them with bright eyes.

Like a dragon looking at treasure.

However, in Western legends, the dragon sleeps on top of the treasure, and Elan would not do this. It would be too wasteful to use nine at a time.

The ten-year-old rocket ammunition he used last time allowed him to touch the origin of time, and thus solved the remaining doubts. I don’t know what he will gain from using it this time?

The snake-tailed boy stretched out his fingers to fiddle with a small ball, with strong curiosity and excitement, his black eyes flickered, he suddenly wanted to know how the shell was made—well, if it is to be disassembled, where should we start? Well... yes, the Dark God changed his interest just like that.

Looking at this scene, the system was not surprised at all.

In the past, the system that was shocked to see Elan's sealed memory fainting beside Qingming has grown up. The longer it stays with the host, the more it knows the other party's unpredictability, which is a real uncertain factor. What Lan said, "Even I don't know what I will think next second" is not just for fun.

Since it is the ancestral weapon of the Povino family and has such a peculiar effect, it is normal to be on guard against being studied by others. Elan thought that if the demolition failed, it would at most cause an explosion or something, and set up a barrier. As a result, after he couldn't find a place to start, he simply used brute force to break it apart——

Pink smoke billows.

Actually used it successfully?

Povino's conscience was felt.

But just like Elan once said to Libun, a single cannonball can't work on him. As for how many can be used, he is actually not sure himself. The three or five mentioned before are just casual... ...well, try again.

Elan blinked, didn't force it this time, just slid off the bed, and smashed two under the tail hard.

Ah, still no use.

Looking at the six purple balls on the pillow, Elan felt a little bit of heartache, which is rare... If there are no more, then ask Li Baoen for them.

So happily decided!

Next, the boy smashed three at once——

Pink smoke billowed.

In place, empty.

Changed place.

Elan is well aware of this.

No matter who was still in the antique room last second, but this second is in the sky where fighter jets are constantly dropping bombs, they will realize this.It's hard to say which technology or magic is more suitable for combat. In any case, destruction is happening all the time. Elan felt the strength in his body increase, and he comfortably put a barrier on himself.

If you feel it carefully, the moment you came here just now, not only has time fluctuations, but also seems to have space?

That's right, Rambo doesn't seem to be in the same world ten years after he "saw" last time.

parallel world.

Countless "futures" extended to countless "ifs".

Elam quickly embraced the concept.

For example, in a love game, the first scene is that the protagonist controlled by the player meets a crying girl. At this time, the game will pop up an option box. Assuming that there are two options of "go up to ask/turn around and leave", then these two options will continue. , are two worlds.

If you choose "Go up and ask", the girl will tell you that her cat is missing, and there will be two choices: "Help her find the cat or not help her find it"; if you choose "Turn around and leave", the protagonist will meet the next triggerable cat. event, the game will give you at least two options again...

Every choice may determine the ending of the game you will play, love, separation, or imprisonment, dismemberment?

In reality, the situation is much more complicated, because there are countless "protagonists", countless "crying girls"... No one is the protagonist of the whole world, every choice of everyone will cause variables, all possibilities trigger countless futures.

Feeling the breath of destruction, Elan flicked his tail and headed for the place with the strongest breath.

Along the way, there were still writings on the signboards of dilapidated shops, which made the teenager recognize the place: Sicily, Italy.

Where is the Pengelie family located?

Gunpowder smoke and fire appeared in sight, and the sound soon spread to the ears——

"Sawada Tsunayoshi is dead, you guardians, how long are you going to resist!"

"Kufufu... Vengley is not here, who else can stop me from destroying the mafia? See what hell looks like."

Magma shot up into the sky.

Elan blinked, and there was another ruined wall in front of his eyes; he blinked again, and there was red sticky hot magma again, standing here seemed to feel the scorching temperature, and the details were very realistic.

Hallucination?

Tsunayoshi Sawada, Pengo Lie, Guardian.

This is how the future of this world develops... The young man with a snake tail sighed, speeded up, and headed for the battlefield.

A clean victory.

Elam's journey by no means took long, but by the time he reached the church where the battle took place, one side had killed the leader of the enemy, and he stood in the middle seemingly unscathed, winning beautifully.

It was a strange young man.

Lightning's dark blue hair with bifurcated hair, a few strands curled up at the back of the head, shaped like a pineapple; the left eye is dark blue, the right eye is blood red, and there is the number "six" in the pupil.

Holding a trident in his hand, the young man was making the strange laughter that Elan had just heard, his eyes were cruel and playful, as if he regarded human life as a toy, and under such an expression, several wounded and died The enemies of the leader, covered in cold sweat, retreated to a certain distance, turned and fled one after another.

In fact, Liu Dao Mu couldn't hold on anymore.

He knew very well that what he should do now was to get rid of the remaining scumbags, lest they contact their superiors and leak his whereabouts, but at this moment, he had exhausted all his strength even standing up, so he took another step. It might be about to fall... What a mess.

Vision is blurred.

The moment before closing his eyes, the illusionist, who often works with hallucinations, saw hallucinations.

The boy with a snake tail appeared in front of the statue of the angel and raised his finger.

On the white fingers, there are small black flames swaying.

The boy breathed lightly.

The flames were divided into several strands, and the electric shot went away. Almost at the same second, the enemy's screams changed and stopped——

"Boom."

Liudao Mu fainted on the ground, blood oozing from the wounds all over his body, if it wasn't for the dark color of his clothes, he would have been seen to be seriously injured.

Elan swam closer, poked, and poked.

"Hey!"

Not waking up, Elan interestedly pulled out the pineapple's upturned strands of hair that looked like pineapple leaves. After playing for a while, the boy finally remembered a practical question, "Ah, I don't know healing magic... ...Anyway, he is dying, so treat him casually."

In the church, there should be medicine.

Elan rummaged through the cabinets, found out all the things that could be used, and began to treat the youth with conventional human methods.

Language is not a problem for the gods. Elan found the anti-inflammatory medicine and bandages, and nodded with satisfaction.The young man took off the young man's clothes, and using the wind blade as a knife, he precisely cut open the blood-stained cloth that was stuck to the flesh and could not see the original appearance. The wound was heavy, so anti-inflammatory drugs were sprinkled directly, and then bandaging began.

The process is so simple and rough that there is no doubt that it caused secondary damage to the wounded, but it is enough to be effective.

People are not dead.

That's it.

Elan looked at his masterpiece carefully, only to realize that the young man had long hair tied into a narrow bundle at the back, which he hadn't seen from the front just now.The boy's eyes moved down and landed on the opponent's fingers.A delicate and complicated indigo ring was being worn there, and there was a faintly seductive aura on it.

Life-saving grace must be repaid, right?

In order to enhance his persuasiveness, Elan reluctantly took out a large carved bed from the "half-plane" like the one in Earl D's pet shop, moved the young man up, put a barrier on it, and put it down beside the bed On the small table, food and water were left behind, and then he gently lifted the young man's finger and took off the ring——

The boy's hand was held.

The young man seemed to have regained some consciousness. He frowned, his eyes were still closed, but his hand was resting on the young man's, weak and weak, and he was still trying to prevent the other party from taking the ring.

"Sleeping Beauty should sleep well."

Liu Dao Mu heard such a mutter, and then, there was a heavy blow on the head, and he fainted again unwillingly.