Lu Qiu can be sure that he hates the feeling of being teased by others...
Although no one likes to be played by others... But Lu Qiu has a common dislike for this aspect.
When I was a child, there seemed to be a guy who often took pleasure in teasing himself, a rather sloppy man, but Lu Qiu couldn't remember who he was.
And now.
Lu Qiu has always been in the position of playing tricks on others, hasn't he
Picking up the broken MP3, Lu Qiu lightly squeezed it and it turned into debris and fell to the ground.
It's the same this time...
The corners of Lu Qiu's mouth were drawn slightly, and he raised his hand. Suddenly, a small bat appeared in the shadow of the light from Lu Qiu's hand...
This bat flew in front of Lu Qiu, and blood surged on its body, forming Lu Qiu's appearance...
Lu Qiu never said that he was the main body...
The skill of blood clone is very useful...
As a hunter, Lu Qiu would not underestimate any prey. If this prophet had the ability to predict, he would have escaped early. If he stayed here, unless he was really looking for death, then there must be someone behind him.
Lu Qiu didn't know what was behind him, if he didn't need to run away because he thought he was powerful, Lu Qiu would crush his confidence severely.
Even without the power of blood control, the sharpness of Yan Mo Dao is not a vegetarian. If you want to define Lu Qiu's combat power, it must be slightly stronger than the current strongest knight Don Quixote. Except for hand-to-hand combat, whether it is large-scale destructive power or the ultimate goal of the battle, killing the enemy!
Lu Qiu is definitely above the strongest knight.
If it wasn't for his own strength, then there must be some special way to escape.
The blood clone was stationed at the entrance, drawing a boundary that no life could step through.
The avatar turned into blood and flowed into Lu Qiu's body.
Lu Qiu closed his eyes and began to read the memory in the avatar.
The blood avatar possesses part of Lu Qiu's power, and if defined rigidly, it is also a kind of puppet made of blood.
Memories can also be shared.
"Child?" Lu Qiu was slightly taken aback after reading the memory of the blood clone.
The so-called 'prophet' did not escape early, he stayed in this room as Lu Qiu thought, and never left.
The speed of the 'Prophet' was astonishingly fast, even so fast that the blood avatar didn't even have time to make a move, and it disappeared in front of him.
But after inheriting Lu Qiu's perverted dynamic eyesight, he could still see clearly the true face of the so-called 'prophet'.
A child who is only about twelve years old... a child.
Lu Qiu never thought that it would be a child.
and…
'Yo, elder brother Gui'an...'
"!"
When Lu Qiu continued to recall, he suddenly found that this guy's face appeared in front of the blood clone!
The memory of the blood clone is like this. When he turned into a little bat and squatted in the corridor, this guy...appeared in front of the blood clone!
He didn't run away, and even greeted Lu Qiu's clone!
'Now is not the time to meet, my lord, before I give you a big surprise, I need to maintain some mystery. '
This immature and clear voice seemed to be ringing in Lu Qiu's ears!
Lu Qiu wants to see his or her face clearly...
only.
Lu Qiu's fingertips suddenly felt a sharp pain.
All images became blurred.
Lu Qiu was taken aback again, and lowered his head to look at the blood flowing on the ground.
Useless!
This was the first time in Lu Qiu's history that he encountered blood that he could not freely control.
Equivalent to the existence of his own body, the blood avatar actually...
Recovery failed
Lu Qiu looked at the blood stained on his fingertips, as if he was resisting Lu Qiu, or it turned into something that didn't belong to Lu Qiu.
This time, Lu Qiu was really silent.
There was no way for Lu Qiu to control the pool of blood on the table.
What is blood
About 8% of a human's body weight is blood, and if more than 4,000 milliliters of blood is lost, one will die!
But for Lu Qiu, a blood race, and the true ancestor who reached the pinnacle of this race.
Blood is Lu Qiu's life! arms! strength! right…
This represents many things. If every drop of scarlet blood is an existence, then Lu Qiu is the king who rules these existences.
No matter who has the blood flowing in his body, he must obey Lu Qiu's order.
Now, Lu Qiu's kingship is being challenged...
How long has it been since Lu Qiu experienced this feeling? Lost the sense of arms...
Right now, the pool of blood flowing on the small table actually began to draw a strange line on the small table, leaving a trace...
Under Lu Qiu's gaze, the pool of blood gradually formed a line of English words...
'I. want.to.play.a.game...'
I... want to play a game with you.
This sentence... is the opening line of Jigsaw, who is a ghost and a murderer, before the death game in "Chain Saw".
Now, the guy who controls the control of these bloods wants to express to himself...
Have you also become a participant in a death game
The man behind the scenes, the ghost, the murderer...
This guy... did he get something wrong
Lu Qiu laughed softly, and then the laughter became louder and louder.
"Participants in the death game? Are you kidding me..."
Lu Qiu's finger suddenly swiped across the pool of blood, and the splashed blood exploded into a thunderous roar!
"Did you make a mistake?" Lu Qiu's scarlet pupils shone with terror. "This boring game has already started! But the planner is not you! It's me! You are just a participant! An insignificant one among the 700 million participants in this world!"
What Lu Qiu played was not a victim, but a ghost hiding behind the scenes! murderer...
This is the identity in the script that Lu Qiu wrote at the beginning, and no one can change it.
same…
"There is a price to be paid for taking other people's things." The pool of blood flowed around Lu Qiu's hands again. The Night King has the ability to control any blood, and no one can take away his thousands of troops!
"Do you know that there is something called backbiting? Since you gave me such a small gift, then I will give you one in return..."
The blood between Lu Qiu's fingers shattered like glass, with imprints that did not belong to Lu Qiu, together... was crushed into residue by Lu Qiu!
... ...
"cough!"
Outside the church, on a park bench with people coming and going, a small figure suddenly knelt down on the ground.
Scarlet blood spilled from his eyes, dripped down his cheeks and onto the ground... At the same time, a lot of blood spilled from his mouth.
This thin and petite figure looked at his own blood flowing down the ground, not only did not panic, but laughed in a low voice, which was very similar to Lu Qiu's laughter.
"My lord brother... As expected... Very powerful... But, once the game starts, it doesn't end..."
Standing up slowly, he took a last look at the cathedral and disappeared into the crowd. RS