"The instrument of good and evil is my work, but it still has many shortcomings, such as the definition of negative emotions is too broad."
"I want to spend a few more years to perfect the loopholes, but there is a mysterious force that is controlling me, making me like a marionette to announce the good and evil to the public in advance..."
"Maybe I'm crazy, I can't stop myself, how should I fight against myself? Maybe, I can modify my memory. The only thing I can do is to set a self-destruction mechanism inside the instrument of good and evil, and then let myself forget all of these."
"It's sad and ridiculous to fight against yourself, even more ridiculous than Mao Zhengyi. Mao Zhengyi... How could he abandon his perseverance and do human experiments that are prohibited by the federal government? I still remember the day when the Allahs Award was announced. , I went to see him, but what I saw was his cold body."
"He's a coward, an executioner... just like me. No, I'm not like him, my subjects are all guilty people, those people deserve to die, I just let them die more worthy Some."
"Maybe I'm really crazy. Only madmen want to deceive themselves, hide themselves, and fight against themselves. I wrote the self-destruction mechanism of the good and evil rituals in code in Mao Zhengyi's notebook, maybe one day, when I accidentally When you open the notebook again, you will see the hidden code-"
"The order to destroy the instrument of good and evil is: mzywdgg"
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The little raccoon cat was watching the live broadcast of the canonization ceremony with her sister today. She turned into a beast, a thin, gray-brown raccoon cat, nestled in her sister's arms.
My sister's illness has healed, and she is trying to find a job during this time. Although the new job is much lower than her previous salary, the little raccoon cat girl is very happy, because with the little money she earns from the live broadcast, the two sisters can take care of her. Be kind to yourself. The little raccoon cat girl has already thought about the future—
She wants to study hard, get a scholarship, and go to college without tuition, where she can work part-time. She and her sister have to work hard, save a sum of money, and start over in a different environment. Go to a place where no one knows about my sister's past, buy a house with two bedrooms and one living room, and when my sister is old, let her take care of her, just like my sister took care of her back then.
The woman's slender fingers passed through the gray-brown cat hair, and her voice was soft, "You are too thin, I can feel the bones when I touch, you need to eat more, you know?"
The coquettish purring voice rolled out from her throat, and the little raccoon cat rubbed her sister's hand nostalgically, and muttered softly, "Ms. sister is also very thin, even thinner than me."
A helpless smile appeared on the face that had just recovered from the serious illness, "Okay, then we both have to eat more, okay?" She rubbed the raccoon cat's head, lowered her eyes and said softly, "...After a while, Let's go to see mom in jail, and then go to visit dad's grave, and tell them that the two of us will try our best to live well."
The little raccoon cat washed its face with its paws, and then purred silently for a while, agreeing to her sister's words. She raised her head again and looked at the light screen suspended in the air, "Oh, let's watch the live broadcast first, the military parade is very handsome, eh? Why is the honor guard this time not neat at all?"
The barrage is obviously complaining about the guard of honor:
"Too perfunctory? Haven't you rehearsed at all?"
"There is no uniform height... speechless"
"Is there a scar on the leftmost face of the first column of the second policy? I remember that the requirements of the ceremonial soldiers are very high, and those with scars on the face cannot participate in this kind of military parade."
"I heard that all the honor guards this time are veterans of the second Star Wars"
"Wait, why did the background music suddenly switch? I got goosebumps when I heard it."
"Hey hey hey?! The guards of honor are suddenly assembled! What a mess! It's so neat! It's the same as a replicator! By the way, I shouldn't doubt the strength of the federal soldiers!"
"It's suddenly dark, is it my illusion? It's early in the morning now, why did I see the whole square darken by a hue?"
"It's so neat! So handsome! But why are they all walking towards the stands? Why are they raising their guns at the stands? Damn! Why are they firing energy bombs at the stands?! Is this a show?!"
Thousands of elite soldiers who participated in the second Star Wars fired at high speed with energy guns, pouring intense firepower into the stands.
Countless energy bombs were sprayed into the stands like fireworks. He Ruge raised his eyes and saw such a dazzling and dreamy scene. The deadly attack that could take the lives of everyone in the stands was extremely fast and seemed to be approaching extremely slowly.
In his eyes, these attacks are slow, and the trajectory of each energy bomb can be traced. If he wants, then He Ruge can avoid these attacks and leave the square unscathed.
The soldier formation is very similar to the sword formation. It can only work within a certain range. As long as it escapes the attack range, it is useless. After all, He Ruge can run and dance, not a living target standing still. But ah...
He could run, but the innocent spectators in the stands couldn't. He Ruge thought, gluttonous food is really a trick to eat all over the sky. The last time at the Blue Whale Orphanage, he was sure that he would not be able to abandon the cub, and the same is true for this military parade.
But what can this be
Based on He Ruge's countless experiences in reading texts, he knows that the more critical moment he gets, the more he needs to be calm and calm. Have a great time.
The young man with black hair and black eyes raised his jaw slightly, his voice was extremely cold, he whispered to "Wu Chengdeng" beside him: "I can kill you once, and I can kill you a second time."
The scene was too loud and noisy, and the audience guarding the live broadcast room couldn't hear what He Ruge said, but they could see the smile of "Wu Cheng Deng" disappear instantly.
All the spectators in the stands were fleeing frantically. At the moment when the energy bomb was about to explode, He Ruge began to sing, and the song that could penetrate everything resounded in the square, and everyone could see He Ruge's black hair that originally reached their ears It suddenly grew wildly, pouring down to the ankles like splashing ink, pointed ears popped out of the hair, the pants that wrapped the legs were suddenly torn, and a slender fish tail was exposed to the air.
The bright red scales are combined with a few white scales, and each scale exudes a lustrous light, like the stars on the sky scattered in the world.
The singing that made the soul tremble continued, overshadowing the harsh sound of forbidden songs, the invisible sound waves and energy bombs collided together, the energy bombs containing terrifying energy were silently annihilated, turning into a stream of light that dissipated in the air, just like that. Seems like a real show.
"!!! What did I see?! A living merman?!"
"This is the real mermaid. Those mermaids with fish-headed bodies came out and were beaten!"
"Is this a performance? The form is so innovative."
"Wu wu woo sound of the sound of nature, mother, I'm in tears"
"Finally know what Ruge's beast type is, it's so beautiful"
The smell of blood filled his throat. He Ru sang this battle song and felt a burst of strength. It was the feeling of weakness that all the spiritual power and the power of faith had been stripped from the body. At the same time, he also felt the pain of a knife.
Not only the pain of the body, but also the pain of the sea of spiritual consciousness.
His shadow was bit by bit by the shadow of "Wu Cheng Deng" beside him, and He Ruge could feel severe pain with each bite. He should have left the stand, out of the range covered by the shadow of gluttonous gluttons, but the puppets under the stand were still attacking. The first wave of attacks was resolved by him with the war song, but the second and third waves of attacks seemed to be incessant. Flock to the stands like that.
The audience in the stands was in shock. There were people who wanted to ask about He Ruge's situation, but they were all dismissed by "Wu Chengdeng" one by one.
He Ruge wanted them to run, but the attack continued, and he had to chant. It's only been a minute, but it's as long as a century, the pain is so unsteady, the sweat dripping from the tip of the nose has no strength to wipe, the blood overflowing from the corners of the mouth stains the gray lips, but He Ruge still remains. To sing with all his strength, he suddenly remembered the little mermaid in "The Daughter of the Sea".
Although he is in so much pain now that he is walking on the tip of a knife, he is much luckier than The Little Mermaid, because he can still sing, because his Gui Can loves him with all his heart.
When his consciousness gradually blurred, He Ruge saw Xi Guican flying towards him with open wings. He closed his eyes and fell into a warm embrace.
An angry tiger roar resounded through the sky.
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"I'm sorry, Your Excellency Marshal, your lover is suffering from swirl mental cavitation."
"He's sicker than you were."
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[Drop - Detected that the player He Ruge's spiritual consciousness was attacked! Turn on emergency repair mode!]
[Dip - Player Xi Guican please cooperate with the game therapy!
Dear player, your lover He Ruge has serious memory loss, but as long as the player actively cooperates with the treatment, he can successfully recover~]
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