Apocalyptic Forecast

There is an old joke.

He said that someone encountered a storm while sailing on a boat. He suddenly realized that this was God's punishment, so he knelt down and prayed: asking to see him forgive him for other innocent people.

At this time, I only heard a sneering question from the sky: Do you think it's easy for me to get this boatman together?

It's as if you think this is a Hollywood special effects film. At most Michael Bay is first-rate. Everyone bangs, blasts, and popcorn is enough.

As a result, the opening captions passed by and I saw the director's name-Kitano Takeshi.

The whole ship is wicked.

Suddenly everyone seemed to have to die.

What the **** is this fucking?

Ai Qing gritted her teeth, suppressing the unpleasant voice.

She had already anticipated what actually happened. Historically, there have been countless black ships sent by the White Crown to all parts of the world, but few have been able to return to the New World.

Although the vast majority of elites of the American pedigree came on such a boat and sailed all the way through the wind and waves, before that, there must have been more than ten times, and even one hundred times, the ship was sunk into the ocean.

Even staying in the present situation is still a question.

According to the statistics of the Historical Amendment Council of the Central Authority, the wreckage of this black ship has been dug in various borders and hells, that is to say, its route is never from the current mainland to another continent. It's that simple.

I'm afraid the moment they leave the port, they are no longer in the present situation.

Otherwise, there will not be such a weird phenomenon that the scorching sun will subside and the night will be enveloped. No one can resist the current self-correction to maintain such a huge change.

Unless it is in hell.

Such a scene is possible.

-The curse of the gods.

This bizarre phenomenon is so called.

This world does not allow the rise of the White Crown, or, in the past, the gods who still control this world, and even the gods who control this world, do not allow this traitor to become independent.

Even if temporarily helpless to the White Crown in the New World, it will never let go of any opportunity to eradicate its wings.

"But most people on this ship didn't think about going to the White Crown?" Huai Shi sighed. "Several clubs are robbing people. Where is the new reason?"

Ai Qing laughed and asked, "When you move the pieces on the board forward by one square, is this your willingness, or did you obtain the consent of the pieces?"

Huai Shi was silent.

He understood what Ai Qing meant.

It doesn't matter what the chess piece is thinking.

What matters is where it is.

If it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter if it is abandoned, but if it is in a dangerous place, it must be ruthlessly ruined.

"The so-called human intelligence and knowledge are too weak, Huai Shi."

Ai Qing said in a cold voice: "In the field above the fifth order, it can be easily distorted with only one thought ... Just like a puppet, not only involuntarily, even the soul is also the currency of the gods.

The only difference is whose big head is printed on it, and how much face value is hidden behind it. "

Moreover, even if the gods still have kindness to spend, will there be an innocent person on this boat?

Come on, everyone is a dark creature, what kind of garlic is it ... Including this layer of vests by Huai Shi, who is not blood-debted?

"Original sin ... son?"

Ai Qing finally remembered the story title that kp showed at the beginning. Only now did she understand the maliciousness hidden in it.

What makes her even more angry is that since the update of the kp version, all players' outlines have been covered by a layer of darkness. I can't see other people's reactions and expressions at all. In addition to chatting with each other and not being able to hear the ups and downs and the exchange of intonation, it simply minimizes the possibility of players joining together.

"Story, the story is the right form, right?"

kp seemed to peep into the annoyance in her heart, and said with a smile: "Characters and communication between characters is the most beautiful place in the story, not the player who is above it.

If the characters are being manipulated and manipulated at high latitudes, what is the difference between what the gods did to humans? "

Ai Qing said nothing more.

But Huai Shi was under great pressure.

After knowing that **** history from Ai Qing's mouth, he no longer had much faith in this copy of customs clearance. The dark creatures of the whole ship, they are a demon hunter, even if they are killed one by one, it can't be killed in more than ten days.

Moreover, in this dark ocean, even a large steel cruise ship can not bring him much security. No matter how strong the boat is, how many dark creatures can bear it?

It can be said that as soon as a chaos erupts, everything will be destroyed.

But Parasus Selida can hide in the darkness, as long as he does not show up, Huai Shi will lose.

What's more, is Fan Haixin's mission so simple?

Involving the struggle between the Holy Spirit Pedigree and the American Pedigree, Huai Shi does not think that this will be so simple, if it is just a task ... how can it be possible to keep records in the Sage Stone?

"Whose stone of sages is this?" He now wonders from the heart: "Isn't it possible to be the White Crown?"

"Don't joke, the White Crown has already surpassed the fifth rank, and the sacred mark of 'falling morning star' is nothing but the power that future generations imitated according to his miracles."

Ai Qing said: "Most of them are the lucky ones on the ship who have successfully arrived in the New World? No, that is to say, this ship has a considerable chance of arriving safely in the New World ... Huai Shi, we still have opportunity."

Huaishi knew, but he was worried ... this opportunity soon disappeared.

Because the people on board are about to fight.

Players such as Huai Shi who have nothing to do with themselves may not be able to experience their situation at that time, nor can they feel the horror and despair that was abandoned by the entire world in a flash.

But there is no doubt that for the dark creatures who are not good at all, riots and struggles are already instincts inscribed in the bones.

After the initial fear, the eerie night brings the pressure of deepening into the bone marrow and the desperation that cannot be solved, and then, it is on the verge of madness.

Huaishi could almost see the fuse that was so fragile that it seemed that the candle in the wind was gradually breaking.

"Don't mix in, let's protect ourselves first." Lao Xiao whispered: "Come later to my room, the situation has changed, we need to think long."

There is no objection to this.

At the juncture of chaos, let alone turning the tide, even self-preservation may become quite difficult. Even if the third-order sacred mark is already a master in this group of dark creatures, but I don't know how many Jiang Qianglong have been hidden in it.

Huai Shi alone can feel a strong sense of suppression from several people, and it is not excluded that there are people in the fourth stage hiding in it.

Unexpectedly, at this time, it was the woman who looked abnormal in the restaurant last night that turned out to turn the tide.

She and his stiff husband left a very deep impression on Huai Shi.

Not only the huge difference between the husband and wife, but also their actions this morning-when they sensed the crew's death, they rushed towards the captain's room for the first time.

At least, it can be seen that the brain is still sober, knowing that at this time the internal struggle is equal to self-defeating. The woman who claims to be Mrs. Eleanor tries to appease the people around her, and it seems to be quite effective.

Until the old woman carrying the chicken neck became mad again.

"Shut up, bitch, this is not your place to sell spring!" She scolded and screamed: "You don't know anything at all! Just for a vague hope, I set foot on this ship without restraint, Going to find the dead road! Now that the dead road is coming, should we be afraid?

What are you expecting? what! Do you expect this group of losers to unite? Is it to expect this group of wastes that have been chased and killed by the Holy Spirit Pedigree for decades without even daring to expose them? Wherever waste is waste! Are the gods cruel to you, will the white crown king bless you? "

Some people glared, but the old woman's expression became more and more cruel: "Am I right? Who can you count on? This **** who sells himself? The one over there who only holds the cat in a pose? Or is this wheelchair? Bad old man who can't say anything at all ?! Come on, no one of you can count on it! "

"Okay, shut up, Yaga."

In a wheelchair, his brother finally made a sound, hoarse and muddy: "Don't say anything."

"What did I say?" Yaga snorted: "Is the truth?"

"I said, shut up."

His brother raised his murky eyes and stared at her, with some terrible light shining in his pupils: "Don't you know that I am saving you?"

"Haha, my good brother, you just want to save yourself!" Yaga roared: "You just want the White Crown to extend your life! Do not hesitate to cheat me on this ship!"

"I said ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ shut up."

The elder brother made a sound again, as if the majesty of the elder brother finally worked, and Yaga's old face twitched, saying nothing more, but screamed and turned away from the restaurant.

The chicken in his hand was still dripping blood, and he could vaguely hear her hysterical cursing and growling in the corridor.

"I'm sorry for my sister's words."

In the silence, the old man in the wheelchair first looked at the teenager in that corner. "She didn't mean it. It was just that after my two nieces passed away, she acted a little ... too aggressive."

"I know I know."

The Egyptian teenager holding the cat laughed arrogantly, including mocking: "It's just a crazy girl, I won't care about anything because of her."

The old man nodded: "Is our covenant still valid, Pharaoh?"

"Of course, Koscie."

The 'Pharaoh' holding the cat glanced indifferently at the people around him, as if looking at the dust, his eyes scorned: "Before arriving in the New World, Sphinx and I will not shoot you."

"Thank you for your generosity."

The old man slowly turned the wheelchair and looked around: "Have you heard? Calm down, except for the futile night, we are helpless to the gods.

The White Crown King will grant us blessings, just wait and wait. "

He said: "The dawn will finally come."

It's like a cold joke.

But no one can laugh.

Huai Shi sat blankly on the chair, just like a good baby, with a pure expression and harmless eyes ... Then his heart fluctuated wildly, without any effort to laugh.

Yaga, Koscie, Pharaoh, Sphinx ...

Mom, what kind of fairy fight?

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