Apocalyptic Forecast

"I guess that guy will complain, right?"

　　 On the iron crystal seat, under the huge alchemical reactor, the great master who was buried on the workbench suddenly raised his head.

　　 The assistant secretary from the side suddenly smiled: "Please forgive me for being blunt. If you are here, maybe you will really usurp the power... It can be seen that the Secretary is quite comfortable with this set."

　　 "Young people nowadays don't know how to experience the good intentions of the leaders?"

　　 Great Master snorted unhappily: "That guy, maybe I don't even know the **** smell on my body..."

　　 "To be honest, nothing comes out." The chief secretary raised his eyes and glanced at his boss: "Isn't your nose smelling out of your nose for many years?"

　　 "It just becomes a bit different from ordinary people. Although they have lost their ordinary sense of smell, they have become more acute in other aspects. Sometimes I don't know whether the accident was good or bad."

　　 The Great Master’s movements paused for a moment, and then he laughed mockingly: "Maybe 20 years earlier, I will be ecstatic about this change."

　　 "I hope you can recover soon."

　　 The chief secretary shrugged: "However, it is more curious now, what do you mean by the taste?"

　　 Since the accident of the furnace explosion, the Grand Master has become like this.

　　 It should be said that being able to become like this is enough to explain the great master's ultimate attainments in alchemy.

　　 Lost 72% of his skin, suffered severe burns, lost two-thirds of his body, and suffered fatal wounds to his heart, liver, and lungs.

　　 The stigmata was shattered, and the soul was completely disintegrated.

　　 Inside the heavily closed alchemy workshop, without assistance, after 27 hours of self-rescue and struggle, he returned to the world like a miracle.

　　The alchemist who forged miracles once again forged his own life.

　　 And as a price, most of the emotions and all the sense of touch have been lost, and the foundation of life has been sublimated from the fragile carbon-based compound to a miraculous operation.

　　 His whole person has become an alchemy furnace, creating miracles from his life all the time.

　　 A black box.

No one knows the internal operating mechanism of this black box, and even many people don’t know whether the great master in front of me is the alchemist he used to be, or a self-discipline created by simulating himself before he died. Answering machine.

　　 But the chief secretary never doubted it.

Whether it is the severe depression patient in the salted fish state or the unsentimental and indifferent man in front of him, he can feel that his best friend still exists in the body in front of him, like a flame, all the time. Burning.

　　 After abandoning most of the human body and turning himself into a humanoid relic of the border, the Grand Master possessed a certain sense and vision that surpassed common sense.

While 　　 became more and more inhuman, it also got closer to the essence of miracle.

　　 All disguise and falsehoods are invisible in front of him.

　　 Therefore, when the Grand Master talked about his feelings, the chief secretary did not appear to be shocked. What he wanted to know more was what the Great Master felt in this young man.

　　 "Smelly."

The Grand Master replied mercilessly, very disgusted: "It's the smell of... innocent and stubborn dead bear children! It doesn't look at the situation, the atmosphere, the suitability, or restraint. Once If you lose your temper, you will be unable to end it.

　　 Once something is mixed by such a person, it will always be a headache for everyone in the end.

　　He is exactly the same as Russell at this point, no wonder the two **** can see each other..."

　　 "Other than that?"

"The sour smell can be smelled hundreds of meters away. How many boats did that guy step on? Why doesn't it explode in place now? It's not surprising that such a guy will be divided by lovers one day? "

　　 "Ahaha, young people really know how to play." The chief secretary chuckled softly: "If you want me to say, it's a great specialty to make girls like it. You see, you don't have this as a master..."

　　 Grand Master raised his eyes and stared.

　　 The chief of affairs shrugged his shoulders indifferently, and it was not empty at all: We have been partners for so many years, who are you scaring?

　　 "Other than that?" the chief secretary continued to ask.

　　 "What else?"

　　 "To be jealous of great masters, shouldn't there be only such advantages as idealism and femininity?"

　　 "Jealous?" The Grand Master stopped his movements and frowned: "Am I jealous of him?"

　　 "Yes, jealous."

The chief secretary raised his eyes and looked over carefully: "Let me say that after so many years, I have seen a lot of people who have made you angry, but you should make you feel envied and unhappy from the bottom of your heart... this It’s the first one. Did my old eyes turn yellow, sir, or did I misunderstand something?"

　　 After the great master stared at him for a long time, after all, he gave a helpless snort.

　　 "...Isn't your old dog's nose better than mine?"

　　 "Thanks for the compliment." The chief secretary asked with a smile, "So, what's the answer?"

　　 "...bitter."

　　 The Grand Master was silent for a long time, and said unhappily, "There is still bitterness."

　　 "Bitterness?"

　　 "Yes, unlike the tragic bitter almond taste and the tortured astringency, it is a very rare bitterness-like the last bite of poison."

After so many years, the chief secretary still couldn't get used to the wonderful analogy of the great master, nor could he understand what he meant.

　　 "The taste is not his own, but there are other gifts left behind, as if hope is pinned on him. It's just that what they leave is completely different from hope, and completely different from despair."

　　 The Grand Master groaned for a long time, and said softly: "If you insist on saying it, it's liberation, right?"

　　 The chief executive is puzzled.

"Yes, liberation, termination, cessation-that's it, that **** doesn't know what he has done, and how many people or monsters he has killed before, but those people have a hundred thousand points towards him before they die. Gratitude, no resentment."

　　 At this point, the Grand Master sneered, "I'm afraid he doesn't know how terrible his attraction to **** creatures is? To those solidified people who are desperately eager to end, he is like a savior and the gospel.

　　 Since I saw him at the first glance, I have understood what Russell meant... Since the **** is not afraid that his heir will fall into the abyss, why should I be affectionate? "

　　 In a brief silence, the chief of affairs glanced at the Grand Master in amazement: "Is this a dirty deal that the higher-ups are tacitly aware of?"

　　 "It's just a little tacit understanding that arises from too much understanding of the other party's bad behavior."

　　 The great master gave an unpleasant tut, and urged: "Be quicker, don't grind foreigners... Also, how's the battle going?"

　　 "The news five minutes ago is in the process of being glued."

　　The chief secretary replied: "August is in charge of the action. Although the suicidal tendency of the unpleasant guy is a bit serious, at least there will be no problem before he dies."

"Is it?"

　　 Great Master smiled.

Lifting his finger, he picked up the burning red cauldron beside him, and poured all the grievances and calamities in it into the cauldron—so, in the dancing flames, the red skull-shaped wine glass opened its mouth. , Issued a silent growl.

　　 That's it!

　　 This is the last thing left after the great master killed the metal baby, causing the sub-control center to completely collapse.

　　 After peeling off all the irrelevant foreign objects and the things stored on it, what remains is the most essential function of the sub-control center.

　　 An interface leading to the core.

　　 "Although I have read the report, it is still a bit suspicious." The chief secretary drew closer curiously, and said with emotion: "Will this thing really be useful?"

　　 "Try it and you'll know."

　　 Grand Master stretched out his hand and took out the huge metal skull from it.

　　 is like the most exquisite wine glass, every detail is flawless.

　　 As the fire dissipated, the red skull goblet quickly returned to its original pale appearance, as if it were actually created by someone's skull.

　　 It’s just that in the empty cup, at this moment, it slowly seeps out drop after drop of scarlet liquid, exuding a delicate fragrance, just like a peerless wine.

　　 Anyone who knows the inside story can't help taking a few steps back, as if they are facing an enemy, for fear that a little bit of it will be spilled on themselves.

The Grand Master was holding the wine glass, and after pondering for a long time, he suddenly showed a disturbing smile: "I remember there is a blood sample of Huai Shi here? Bring it to me, and I'll add a little bit more stuff to it... That's all good. Something."

　　 Not long after, a tube of 20 milliliters of blood was poured into the cup, causing the wine in the cup to boil instantly. But soon, the liquid that turned from scarlet to black was incredibly clear again.

　　 is colorless and transparent, without any scent wafting from it.

　　Only countless dream-like bubbles continue to rise from it, touching the air, silently shattering, and the dreams in it disappear without a trace.

　　 It seems like some kind of carbonated drink that is very similar to happy water and also makes people happy

　　"Send a signal to August~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The Grand Master was holding a wine glass and suddenly said, "Tell him that the storm is coming. "

　　 The chief secretary turned around and left in a hurry.

　　 soon returned, nodding solemnly to the great master.

　　 "There are only day and night, isn't it lonely?"

　　 In the dead silence, the Grand Master raised the glass, as if toasting to the intangible, smiling coldly: "Let's add some ingredients here..."

　　His wrist flipped.

　　 Pour out all the liquid in the cup.

　　 The almost infinite sweet wine emerged from the cup, fell with the action of the master, and disappeared in the air in an incredible manner.

　　 can no longer see where to go.

　　 was replaced by the vibration and roar from outside the iron crystal seat.

　　 That is the sky--

　　 At this moment, under the dim light of dusk, a cloud layer suddenly appeared out of thin air, covering this piece of land that had dried up for thousands of years.

　　 Thunder bursts, playing the Tiangu.

　　 The hurricane began to sweep away out of thin air, and then, with the rapid growth of the clouds, a gloomy chill enveloped everyone's heart.

　　 was pressed by the great master with the remote control of hell.

　　 The storm, as promised!

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　　 It’s the last day at the end of the month, ask for a ticket, and finally the code is finished. I started to read the event posts, and strive to announce the results and rewards after dinner.