The poor rich and poor were fed by the beasts

"Wild--"

A sharp and piercing bird call pierced my ears, and the piercing noise rang out on various broadcasts, and was immediately replaced by the cry of a mallard.

Not just in subway stations, but in the whole city, regardless of whether advertisements are being broadcast on the big screen pages, as long as they are used by the Power Technology Institute, the screen freezes and reorganizes at this moment.

In the final scene, against the background of the TV station, a mocking "rooster" held its head high and yelled angrily: "凫徯——"

The ability of the mallard to trigger conflicts, riots and wars is transmitted to the entire city through human wisdom, like ink drops into water, polluting the entire clean water in the blink of an eye.

Unknown shadows hang over the city, heavily suppressing emotions called anger and violence, and mysterious things affect the emotional section of the human brain called anger in an instant.

Anything can be a catharsis point, whether it is a trash can, a passerby, or even a little bit of wind.

This anger was transmitted from the big screen in the bustling square to the Internet, and it was immediately bought and searched, and then it became popular, and was watched and disseminated by more people through the wireless network.

The demonic aura called anger clings to the proud creations of human beings and spreads rapidly in the human world.

People didn't know why they were furious, but they attacked and hurt each other. Blood and violence quickly spread to everyone like a ignited haystack.

The mallard was complacently thinking about how restless and chaotic human beings would be, flapped its wings excitedly, and kept shouting: "Full-Full—"

In Xinxin Pet Store, the radio singing opera suddenly stopped, a slender pale hand pressed the button, and the gray eyes raised.

The orange cat curled up on his lap opened its eyes, bent them, and said maliciously: "It's Fu."

Outside the pet shop, human beings have begun to attack each other. They used fists and tools to scold each other and hurt each other without any hesitation.

Just a mallard.

It's just a mallard.

Qiongqi licked his paws, flicked his long tail with great interest, and shrank his sharp animal pupils excitedly.

It smells of evil power.

The evil filth is forming a dark cloud that cannot be dispelled, quietly spreading to the surrounding cities, expanding rapidly with extraordinary means, and pouring countless crimes and pains.

In the eyes of the inhumans, there is a black thread tied to everyone's body, and that black thread goes straight into the sky, and the evil thoughts climb along it, growing the power of the evil thoughts.

Human beings are like puppets of fate, using the power of human beings to control more and more people.

"Hahaha, is that so? Use human's own technological crystallization to make more human beings go crazy!" Qiongqi couldn't help laughing. He likes villains the most, and the more evil he likes, the more he likes them.

Someone can use this method to cause trouble, Qiongqi's pair of golden animal pupils are full of malice and interest.

Completely oblivious to the fact that a hand was reaching for it.

"Meow!" Suddenly being grabbed by the nape of the neck, Qiongqi angrily turned his head to bite, his limbs were scrambling in the air, and the hair all over his body exploded into fluff.

Two mouthfuls of "Kacha Kacha", the teeth made a violent collision sound, but they missed a bite, instead they were hugged by pale and slender hands.

The sickly beauty looked into the distance with gray eyes, and as the footsteps gradually approached, the young man with blond hair looked around blankly.

The moment he saw the signboard, there was a slight surprise on his face, and his cold eyebrows eased a lot.

A little dragon?

Qiongqi no longer struggled, but excitedly waited for him to approach gradually, throwing himself into the trap.

"Oh, let me see, a little dragon cub." He whispered, swallowing his saliva under the temptation of the aura, a pair of golden pupils stared at him viciously, and his eyes rolled on the bridge of the little dragon cub's nose.

Qiongqi eats people, and always likes to eat from the nose.

And this kind of good person with all merits and virtues is always its favorite, and it can't help but start thinking about where to start talking.

However, when the little dragon approached, the smell that could not be ignored rushed straight into his nostrils, piercing into its perception like a substance, threatening its consciousness.Qiongqi let out a "meow", his hair exploded all over his body, he frantically struggled from Chaos' hands, and rushed back to the pet shop trembling under the table.

Chaos was still holding the cat in his hands, and he put down his hands slowly when his hands were empty, his nose moved slightly.

Should the breath of the dragon and the goddess, and the cubs?

This breath is really domineering.

Threatening everyone who approaches with evil intentions.

The little dragon cub walked up to the young man, looked around the store curiously, and smiled cutely at Chaos.

"Well... I want to borrow the moon."

"Of course." Chaos, who had no idea what he was talking about, smiled slightly.

Then I "saw" him go in and pull out an old fax machine from the backyard that hadn't been cleaned up.

It's hard to imagine that people still use this kind of thing in modern society, but when the Demon Control Bureau lost contact, the secret fax machine can be used to communicate directly with the high-level human beings—if the high-level human beings are still awake.

Human beings always have a saying that people who are not of our race must have different hearts. When the Demon Control Bureau was established, there was a department in the country called the Mysterious Side Huaxia Human Defense and Security Protection Department. Controlling things on the mysterious side, as the Bureau of Demon Control grew larger and gradually improved, this department has almost declined.

But Dong Yan discovered from his uncle's relics that this department had just turned underground. He didn't know what was going on with the Bureau of Demon Control, but after calling, no one answered or dealt with it.

He had to come here to borrow a fax machine.

It's not so much a fax machine as some kind of means of communication to confirm identity...

Well, Dong Yan is responsible for letting humans handle this matter, and Yin Xu is responsible for bringing the culprit to justice.

Here, Dongyan disguised himself as an informant to secretly contact humans, completely unaware that the "informant" beside him was a fugitive beast that had successfully seized his house.

And Yin Xu's side.

squeak-

The building that has been worn out over the years is already in jeopardy just by stepping on it, making an unsupportable broken sound.

Steady footsteps hung in mid-air, walked on the wall outside the TV station with a strange lightness, climbed up the shelf, and walked to a higher place along the broken glass with the evil foot.

Duguang's TV station is not the highest place in the city, but its location is just right, the evil aura rushes up the TV station all the way into the sky, and the evil aura of Fuwan spreads in every corner of the city with the spread of the Internet.

The black-haired man flew across his body like he was riding the wind and clouds, lightly and swiftly passed over the fallen humans, and quickly walked through the first and second floors...seeking upwards at an inhuman speed.

Fuyao didn't realize that the danger was close at hand. It stood in front of the screen, the microphones and cameras of the TV station were all aimed at it, and a figure behind the machine manipulated humans to shoot for Fuyao.

It is like a superstar, spreading its wings triumphantly, imagining that it will bring struggle to the world with its singing voice.

On the computer screen next to it, countless complicated codes flowed rapidly, and a few claws quickly tapped on it. In the video in the small window, it was a majestic bird with wings open and singing.

"Hum-hum--" a pleasant ditty came out of his mouth, and the spider spirit's eight claws quickly tapped on the keyboard, successfully hacking into the city system, and converting all the controllable screens into videos of puppets.

It moves very quickly, and its compound eyes stare at the screen without blinking.

The black figure beside him sat upright and closed his eyes, sensing an unusual aura, opened his eyes dangerously: "Someone is coming."

"Come here as soon as you come, it's just useless..." Before the spider spirit finished his nonchalant words, he suddenly felt his neck tighten.

The man who was still sitting firmly on the Diaoyutai just now pulled its collar, the corners of his mouth were pursed straight, and he murmured with an unusually gloomy expression: "It's him... let's go!"

"But... ah, scorpion!" The spider spirit didn't have any strength to fight back, and was dragged by the back, turned around and left.

The man stopped in his footsteps, and in the dark room, Fu Wei still flapped his wings to show his heroic posture, he couldn't help squinting, and there was a bit of coldness between his eyebrows and eyes.

Not to the man, but to the man who caught up.

Da, da... It's like stepping on the tip of a knife, every step is dangerous.

A tall man came from the shadows, he stood under the light and shadow, his stern and foreign brows were as deep as a knife, and he was dressed in darkness like a king in the night.

Just standing there silently, being stared at by those quiet black eyes, it is difficult to have hostile thoughts.

The spider spirit had long been frightened by the man's understated glance, and the unmanned computer was quickly counterattacked by human technicians. The code flowed rapidly, and the replaced advertising screen gradually returned to normal.

The war without gunpowder on the Internet ends with one hand pressing down on the computer.

The man pulling the spider spirit lowered the black hat on his head, his ugly face covered with malignant sores was hidden behind the black hat, his voice was hoarse and low, and his voice was so damaged that he could only make a hoarse and inhuman sound.

"Long time no see, Mr. Bai."

"Long time no see, Jiao Jiao." Seeing him, Yin Xu looked very surprised. He stared at the man thoughtfully, with interest in his eyes: "I remember you were shot by Dayi, but you are still alive." .”

"Who do you belong to?"

Yin Xu's approaching attitude made Qiao Jiao retreat instinctively, and being stared at by those dangerous eyes, even Qiao Jiao, who was once a god, could not help but feel the deep fear.

That is not from power, but from a deeper level, from a higher gaze.

Right and wrong are instincts that are hard to describe, hard to witness, and hard to defy.

"Uh..." Jiao Jiao didn't answer this question, he lowered his hat and almost staggered back two steps.

Hastily said: "Fuyao, a gift from Your Majesty."

He nodded his head slightly, and dragged the spider spirit away quickly.

And the terrifying existence behind him just watched him quietly from the beginning to the end.

After a long time, he sighed softly, and murmured as if talking to himself: "Fallen Angel, can you be full?"

"But who is his lord? I don't seem to know him."

The author says:

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Starting today, I am not worthy of being Mrs. Rijiu. For the sake of my health, I plan to take a break from the sixth day, and then the ninth day when the health is better (????｀)