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"Are you kidding, you are Beria or something... This is completely impossible!"

Speaking of this, Shengzhang himself seems to believe a little bit.

And he said for sure: "That's right, that's it! Don't be kidding me when you name your name, how could you be Beria!"

Quietly, Jieming smiled slightly and didn't say much.

Just stand still and open your hands.

see this scene.

Sheng Zhangren suddenly realized.

This is to want to hug her!

Immediately.

The Shengzhang people walked towards Jingjian Jieming at their own pace.

Yet at this time.

Jingjian whispered: "Belia!"

The moment the voice fell.

Black mist emerged from Jingjian Jieming's body and turned into the dark Beria form.

At this time, the hands that were originally open also staggered fiercely——Dissum light!

The black-red lightning light suddenly condensed.

It easily pierced Sheng Zhangren's chest.

The scorching high temperature roasted Shengzhang's wounds and stopped the blood.

It was only when Shengzhang looked down at his chest.

But he found that his abdomen and his heart had completely disappeared.

"how can that be!"

Sheng Zhangren murmured, and then lay down straight behind him.

The rose in his hand was also thrown high when it fell, drew an arc in the air, and fell towards the bottom.

The black mist scattered.

The delicate body that became famous quietly reappeared.

And Rogge's figure also appeared next to Shengzhang.

He stretched out his hand, caught the rose, and placed it in Sheng Zhangren's empty belly.

Then he stepped on him violently.

Blood spurted.

Immediately broke through the defense line of the cooked meat, soaked in the roses in the pit in the abdomen.

Such a coquettish scene, as long as it can be photographed, it will surely be passed down for generations.

It's just that Rogge doesn't want to do this.

For him, the permanent disappearance of Shengzhang people is the best thing.

"Shengzhangren, thank you for showing me such an interesting expression!"

"If it weren't for your existence, I'm afraid I'd never see that expression that's a million times more fun than the clown!"

"In other words, you are worse than a clown!"

"As for the goddess in your heart, she is mine for the rest of her life, and only I can enjoy her taste!"

"Hahahahaha!"

Quietly nestling in Rogge's arms, she patted Rogge's chest, and said softly, "Okay, Rogge, don't talk to him anymore, let's go back quickly, he's thinking about it too!"

"Okay! Let's go back!"

Roger's voice faded away.

The darkness gradually shrouded Shengzhang people.

He looked vaguely at the blue sky, and the madness in his eyes gradually dissipated.

until dying.

Shengzhang has penetrated his own heart.

Perhaps from the very beginning, he shouldn't have appeared in this world.

"Why... Now I obviously don't have a heart, but my heart still hurts so much?"

If...

It's not that the gods are playful, so how can humans be allowed to step into the forbidden zone of the gods again and again?

And when the gods are bored, random actions will make human beings fall into despair!

"Jian Wu, I'm sorry..."

"I shouldn't be blinded by hatred and darkness!"

"If possible... I want to take another look... the light that belongs to you!"

When Sheng Zhangren's voice fell.

His vitality completely dissipated, and he didn't even have the strength to close his eyes at last.

Just narrowing his eyes slightly, he stared blankly at the sky, which was gradually covered by dark clouds.

Torrential rain fell from the sky.

Blend with the "blood pool" in Shengzhang's abdomen.

Let the bright red rose petals spread out from it.

Scattered in all directions along the water flow.

Zhenzhong Jianwu walked in the torrential rain.

His face was very anxious.

After coming out of the bubble, he has been in contact with Shengzhang people.

It's just that Shengzhang didn't answer the phone for a long time.

Even in the end, he completely blocked himself.

This puzzled him.

When did the Shengzhang people become like this?

"Don't scare me! Zhangren!!!"

"Huh? It's... a rose? But where are the roses around here?"

Zhenzhong Jianwu was suddenly attracted by the rose.

He put his phone in his pocket, squatted down and looked at the rose petals flowing in the distance.

Invisibly.

Zhenzhong Jianwu felt as if he could smell blood.

It's just that this breath is not serious under the influence of heavy rain.

Zhenzhong Jianwu didn't take it to heart.

On the contrary, I was curious that there were roses around here.

He comes here often, how come he never found out?

Jianwu Zhenzhong watched another petal, brought by the rain from a distance.

He immediately squatted down and picked up the rose petals.

In the dark.

There is a feeling guiding him!

Let him walk along the wall in the direction the petals came from.

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

...

Zhenzhong Jianwu's shoes stepped on the stagnant water.

It made him frown.

This rain is really too big.

So big that the water has reached the ankle.

And when Zhenzhong Jianwu turned the corner, he finally saw rose petals continuously protruding from a pool of red pools.

It's just that what Zhenzhong Jianwu didn't expect was that this Wang Hongtan was outlined with the blood of Sheng Zhangren.

The rose petals flowed from the bouquet placed on Sheng Zhangren's chest.

All the pictures outline the most impactful force.

It blatantly hit Zhenzhong Jianwu's heart.

"Holy... Zhangren..."

Chapter 72 The Final Plan!Smile No. 1

It was a dark day.

Rolling countless thunder.

The strong wind carried the rain in a continuous line.

The desolate atmosphere is like roses stained with blood, rippling in the streets.

Zhenzhong Jianwu stared blankly at the scene in front of him.

He rubbed his eyes, as if he felt that the way he opened them was wrong.

But let him rub his eyes as much as he wants.

The moment Zhenzhong Jianwu opened his eyes again, Shengzhang was still so silent.

Rain and tears had already filled Zhenzhong Jianwu's eyes.

He took a few quick steps and knelt down on the ground.

puff.

Water splashed everywhere.

Zhenzhong Jianwu stretched out his hands and held Shengzhangren tightly in his arms.

He didn't care about the blood on Sheng Zhangren's chest, staining his body.

"Zhang Ren, don't scare me! Open your eyes quickly and tell me that you are pretending! Okay!"

Zhenzhong Jianwu's whispers were drowned out by the strong wind, heavy rain, and thunder.

He watched the redder roses flow down the rainwater, and darkness, jealousy, and hatred spread crazily in his heart.

Zhenzhong Jianwu murmured: "That's right, this breath is... Beria... no! To be precise... that guy Rogge!!!"

"If I had known this was going to happen sooner..."

"If I could have stopped it sooner..."

"if…"

Just when Zhenzhong Jianwu's expression became more paranoid.