The King of Rebirth in the End Times

"hateful……"

Menshaq's vague nasal voice came from the front seat, his small palms struggled to grasp the safety to support his limp body, and then big tears overflowed from the boy's icy pupils, and they almost couldn't stop falling.Balshak, who had just recovered, turned his head and looked at his younger brother with strange eyes, saying how long he hadn't seen his younger brother cry, and he was still so reserved.

I don’t know if it’s because of his supernatural ability, but the tears froze into ice slag before falling on the ground. Menshaq was so shocked that he didn’t even have time to worry about himself. another me'.Who made the former Menshak a crying kid, especially the source of his powers was the hard ice crystals formed because he was afraid of pain, and Balshak longed for the warmth of the flame because he was afraid of the cold.

"It's Alan!"

Cyril, who completely resisted the sound waves, his eyes lit up, keenly grasped the power contained in the sound waves, and couldn't help shouting in surprise.Su Qinglan also used sound waves to communicate information to him before, so he was naturally familiar with the other party's sound waves, so it turned out that the other party had also returned to this world.Cyril felt that he was very lucky, there were only a few people who were still alive after death, and there were only a few people like him who went back to the past.

All the grievances and grievances are buried in the end of the world. When Cyril thinks of seeing each other again, he feels that it is a gift to be possessed like a ghost.Missing is such a simple and subtle thing. The fact that Xi Ruier likes Su Qinglan is almost known, but no one dares to use this matter to tease the two of them. It is very simple, there is absolutely no possibility between them.

The enmity and resentment involved are too deep, so deep that Su Qinglan's teacher sneered after knowing it, and said disdainfully: "One-sided reconciliation is a dream, and two-sided reconciliation is really ridiculous."

Before he could be happy for a long time, the car crashed into the concrete wall beside the road with a bang. Balshak broke the seat belt regardless of his image, turned over and fell on his brother, sensing the inevitable impact of a car accident. Ke reflexively squatted down with his head in his arms, and a shameless brother was pressing on him. The pure white ice crystals instantly solidified around him into the hardest shield, wrapping both of them firmly in it.

"Well……"

Cyril's forehead slammed into the front seat, and immediately covered his sore nose. Psionic powers formed a flexible protective film, offsetting the danger of the instant heavy impact, but the body was too fragile, Forcibly suppressed his own strength to the bottom.

"Asshole, this is the suburbs, where are we going to change cars!"

Balshak thumped the car door angrily, the metal beside them had already been deformed and stuck them in it, the glass cracked like a spider web, and it shattered with an overwhelmed bang.Menshaq, who was lying under his brother, curled up, covered his tearful eyes with both hands, and looked at Cyril, who was safe and sound, with a sad face, why was he the only one who was fine.

That's right, who told the other party to be a master of spiritual power, Su Qinglan, even in his prime, couldn't compete with Cyril, who uses spiritual power as a supernatural power.

"Are you sure that sound wave belongs to Su Qinglan?"

After getting out of the car, the red-haired Borshak scooped up the napkin in his pocket to wipe off the blood, and rubbed his brother's eyes vigorously, making sure the moisture was absorbed before removing them. He really couldn't Endure Menshaq's twitching helplessness.

"I'm sure, but I don't rule out that someone deliberately imitated his sound wave."

Cyril opened the crooked trunk, and the metal instrument inside was damaged as expected, and he sighed slightly in his heart, so that he couldn't send sound waves for communication again in a short time.

"What you said is really subtle. Apart from that bastard, there are a few people who can emit sound waves and have the ability to hurt us. Cut, do you need to go directly to country Z now?"

"No, I'm going back to Apennines, and I won't go to country Z for now."

The sound wave just now was like a splash of cool water, calming down the blond man with blue eyes, and finally got rid of the desire to see Su Qinglan. The current priority is to take over the power of the Apennines, and then take advantage of it. With the timing of the apocalypse developing, Su Qinglan can go to see her anytime, but now she can't guarantee how much power the other party will gain by using the information of rebirth.

After all, his rationality took the first place, and he understood that Su Qinglan's strength might not have decreased much. Isn't it just asking for trouble by running over now? Back then, he was able to face Su Qinglan alone without fear because of the behind-the-scenes Power restricts that man's behavior, otherwise the fight would have started long ago.

After taking revenge, Su Qinglan disassembled the instrument and found a strong plastic bag to wrap it up. The smile on the young man's face calmed down. How could he not know the meaning of those guys' rebirth? In addition to their help in the crisis of the last days, it is estimated that they will also be among the opponents in the future.

It's not that I haven't thought about killing all the leaders of those forces in the last days now, but what's the point of doing so? The so-called heroes in troubled times, the predicament of the future end times, even if one or two people with great potential are missing, still There will be other characters who shine.

But... he can't kill those opponents who will become potential stocks, so he can deal with guys who will become scourges in the future.

"Let's go, Wen Yu, Yan Yan."

Thinking of the names of the people recorded on the paper a few days ago, Su Qinglan's eyes were extremely cold, but he still didn't reveal everything to his companions.After all, although they are people who stay in the gray area all the year round, there are still a lot of bright parts in their hearts. The killing and cold-bloodedness of the last days are not something they can understand now, and they don't want to become executioners in their hearts.

Night is the time to kill.

The window opened quietly, and the teenager who hadn't changed into his pajamas at all left the bedroom in the dark. His empty hands were clean and slender, and there was no sign of any dangerous power.In order to put pressure on the nj government to cooperate, Su Qinglan planned to strike before reaching an agreement with the military region, and frame those who were ready to be dealt with with certain cults.

The temperature in NJ in winter is not high, especially at night, Su Qinglan can walk on the cold and windy streets in only a thin singlet. This is not a peaceful age, and the colors of the night will always hide all kinds of filth and gloomy.A man who seemed to be drunk wobbled past him, but the next moment he was able to raise the metal rod in his sleeve and smash it back.

Su Qinglan directly kicked him horizontally, and after kicking the opponent unconsciously, his gaze stayed on the blood stain on the metal surface imperceptibly, but he walked away without saying anything, because he had already felt Other people's eyes began to focus on him.

People who live in killing all year round will develop a unique habit, which becomes a certain symbol. Some people like to torture others to death, and some people like to cut the enemy's main artery and let him bleed to death.The reason why people in the apocalypse generally like to kill directly and straightforwardly is entirely an instinct that they learned after killing zombies until they are soft.

Su Qinglan's status meant that a lot of privacy could not be kept, and his habits were easy to be known, because he always attacked the larynx when killing people, and it was easy to see who killed the enemy by the appearance of the enemy's death.Su Qinglan, who was immersed in the killing, once lost the feeling of crushing his throat. The excitement brought by easily controlling the life of the weak can easily tempt him to sin.

Standing in a residential building, Su Qinglan pushed open the door, and behind him was a body that had fallen to the ground. The ground was so clean without a trace of blood, and a strange pattern of inverted pentagrams was painted around the body, forming a shape like The picture is like a sacrifice, and the three members of the family are stunned by the hypnotic gas except the person he wants to kill. Although he will kill people who may become threats for safety, he will generally not attack innocent people.

Except, people who saw themselves.

Voices full of eroticism can be heard endlessly. In the bedroom, there are women's struggling cries for help, and ambiguous sounds that no one can understand.The eyes of the man in the living room were bloodshot and wide, the skin on his wrist was worn out, and he was strangled to death in the hemp rope. To the point of death, he didn't understand that his good brother in the past would do such an inferior thing. .

The other man who helped to watch over the corpse felt very unlucky and kicked the crooked head of the other with his feet, thinking that the woman's disposition was indeed attractive enough, and also sad that that guy would take his friend's wife forcibly.

The faint sound of footsteps sounded from outside, making the face of the man in the living room tense, he clenched the steel knife on the table, and moved to the door, listening to the noise outside.It was quiet outside for a while, it seemed that the person who came over stayed at the door, and before the man could react, his eyes went dark and he couldn't wake up again.

The kicked door slammed down on the man's head fiercely. The momentary impact was unbearable even to the brain. Su Qinglan looked at the murder scene he had created with a cold expression, and found that the movement he had made shocked the bedroom. After seeing the people, he slowly picked up the door on the ground and closed the door again, blocking the possibility that the neighbors outside might come to see him.

Looking at the other dead man lying on the ground, the young man knew that he had come at the wrong time, and sniffed the smell in the air with disgust. How could Su Qinglan not know what this meant.