Disease Name Immortal

Zi Huan looked at Jiang Bingshu, as if she had finally seen a different person, her face was full of grievances, and tears rolled in her eyes, which was very moving.

It seems that Jiang Bingshu's words have never been said to her, and the sincere sadness in her eyes has never been revealed to her. She seems to recall the most tragic past, and she really wants to find someone to tell her—

Weird.

The next second, Zi Huan kept her mouth small and said aggrievedly:

"Do you want me to do this? Big brother wants to see me being persuaded by you and then cry?"

"Also, I can do whatever the client asks!"

"Wuwuwu, brother sick tree, you are so kind, you are really different from other people...hahahaha...I'm sorry, I can't hold it anymore."

Zi Huan suddenly burst into laughter:

"I'm just a little girl selling flowers, please don't do this."

"These words are useless to me, but if I want to cooperate with your performance, it is not impossible."

Since Jiang Bingshu started talking seriously, Zi Huan probably knew Jiang Bingshu's intentions.

Whether it's from the heart or a routine, it means nothing to Zi Huan.

Of course there are good people in this world, and of course there are people in this world who are kind to me, but what does it have to do with me?

She did not see killing intent in Jiang Bingshu's eyes. But it won't interfere with her in any way.

Jiang Bingshu wanted to say something, but suddenly didn't know how to speak.

The reason why I want to know the girl's past is because I feel a little like myself when I was a child.

He cried and said to the old monk, why everyone can get sick but I can't?

Why does everyone hate me so much?

He is actually very good at self-resolving and amusing others and himself.

But there will still be a day when the pain will suddenly stop falling.

If there were no old monks and little girls in life, I would probably have another personality.

But maybe there was not even a good person in Zi Huan's childhood.

But she is not necessarily miserable, as if the old monk said to himself:

"It's good to be sick or not to be sick. In the orderly era in ancient times, everyone wanted to be cheap, so why not enjoy it?"

Zihuan is not an ordinary little girl.

Jiang Bingshu could see that this girl's temperament was probably not as good as many adults.

Perhaps she does not resist the evil environment, but enjoys it.

What is she?

Jiang Xiaosheng is not a panacea. It may be possible to see the illness, but from childhood to adulthood, Jiang Xiaosheng would also use an uncertain tone.

He is not the kind of eyes that exist in his own eyes and can pop up accurate and unmistakable notes on everything.

In the distorted era of the sick era, there are also things that Jiang Xiaosheng cannot understand.

Can a girl who looks about ten years old really understand human nature? Is it really possible to adapt to the environment to such an extent?

Zihuan smiled and said:

"Brother Sick Tree, let's continue on our way. Although our wishes will definitely come back, I don't want you to die so soon. This is the truth."

It didn't look like he was rescued, but like he went home with his brother from school.

Zi Huan took Jiang Bingshu's hand and jumped in front, like a smug child.

She was a kid, at least she looked.

"There must be good people in this world, hee hee, but I just like to watch people die in the ass."

"Why does a bad boy have to match a tragic childhood? Brother Sick Tree, your impression is too stereotyped."

"My suggestion, kill her if you think she's bad, what about the past?"

Zi Huan doesn't seem to be really afraid of Jiang Bingshu killing him.

Jiang Bingshu is also strange, is she really a little girl?

No fear, no formality.

First he killed so many people, and then he was imprisoned by the four major groups, but what he showed was a little girl who would be unhappy if she couldn't sell flowers.

As if in any environment, she would be happy when someone buys flowers.

Jiang Bingshu saw such a person for the first time.

Could it be true that some people are born with... pure evil?

"Isn't there a bad seed among happy people?"

"Many little brothers in the heart area have no worries about food and clothing, and were born with golden keys, but they will also bully other children where the teacher can't see them."

"The poor and wicked in the lung area and stomach area kill and set fire, but the evil they do is nothing compared to the big people in the heart area and the brain area. With a single plan, the people who die can be compared to those who have been killed by the poor all their lives. more."

"A business is over, and the money squeezed is more than all the poor people rob."

"Even me, I sell flowers, and the poor people who die of their wishes all die one by one, but they fall into the hands of those big people in the heart area and brain area. Their wishes may lead to the death of a large number of people. "

The little girl smiles more and looks more innocent and cute:

"They are also loved by some. When they were young, they had no worries about food and clothing. From childhood to adulthood, they were flattered and flattered. They lived a good life."

"But Brother Sick Tree, you looked like you had a miserable life when you were young, but you are still a good person. It's too sad."

"The world treats you so cruelly, yet you still choose to be a good person in the public sense? Do you owe them?"

At this moment, Zi Huan actually started to "escape" to Jiang Bingshu.

It's like an offense and defense swap.

These two people, one big and one small, were obviously fleeing, but they walked slowly and leisurely.

Obviously Jiang Bingshu wanted to correct Zi Huan, but Zi Huan's statement made him unable to refute it.

Yes, there are countless examples that show that the more money you have, the easier it is to make money. And murder and arson, in fact, is the same.

Jiang Bingshu stopped talking, he met his opponent. Although it will not be attacked in the opposite direction, there is no strong remark to fight back.

Even if it is found, it seems to have no meaning to the little girl in front of her.

Violet said:

"Continue to take me away, Brother Sick Tree. I don't know the process of backlash, but I didn't lie to you. I don't want you to die. Although you are dead, I can accept it completely."

"But maybe, you can survive? At least run farther. You're the only one alive after making a wish."

Jiang Bingshu's wish was that Zi Huan could be by his side.

Backlash would mean that he and Zi Huan would be separated.

But the so-called separation can be separated by two places, or separated by life and death.

He didn't know what to expect either.

It's just that he feels more and more... Zi Huan doesn't look like a little girl.

More and more curious, what happened to Zihuan?

…

…

The advertising slogans on the car have all disappeared.

The entire hull has been completely transformed. This **** car that Jiang Bingshu complained about is now like a cheetah in a Mercedes-Benz.

The female driver in the car is driving at the furious speed.

Since this mission may directly engage the four major groups, the outer shell of this magical car has to be changed.

Although it seems that the chess organization is not afraid of showing up, all the chess players have always been well hidden.

The car shells full of advertisements that shuttled through various areas have never been exposed.

If Jiang Bingshu is in the car at this time, he will definitely sigh the sense of technology of this car.

Ma Liang's voice sounded in the navigator:

"The news has been released. Steamed Bun and Sister Che are on their way, but you may encounter some obstacles."

"It is reasonable to say that the time for the other three major groups to get the news will be slower. Probably only people from different alliances will collide with you."

"But everything is hard to say... Persimmon just sent a message, it is very likely that the black team will deliberately create confusion."

"In addition, the gas mask is ready in the car. The news from the **** tree is that pollen can cause hallucinations. But it is possible that hallucinations are ineffective against the disease."

"But I'm too far from the target area to sense more details by watching the death."

"You have a good enough relationship with your illness, she should remind you."

"Finally, safety first."

This is undoubtedly a big melee, and if you are lucky, you may be able to quietly bring back the target.

If you're unlucky... I'm afraid there will be many battles.

Ma Liang wasn't worried about Sister Che and Baozi, but he was worried about Liu Bing.

On the navigator, after Ma Liang's voice disappeared, Liu Bing drove the car with a solemn expression.

"I can't be late again this time, Mom."

There was nothing in the central rearview mirror, but Liu Bing could see that in the passenger seat, his mother was already seated.

Mother wanted to fasten her safety belt, but found that she couldn't touch it at all.

"This time I might go into a deepening state."

The owner of the B-level disease wants to fight against the elites of the four major groups. It must rely on a more deteriorating condition and a higher level of disease-derived fluctuations.

Liu Bing's words made the sick man excited.

Everything has a nature. Grow, live, reproduce...

And the nature of the disease is to deceive the owner of the disease to worsen the disease.

Many sick people know that once the owner of the disease dies, the disease will also die.

But they can't help but make their owners worse.

This is nature, and in human reason, nature is to serve for living.

But the disease is not. In the nature of the disease, the priority of living is second to evolution.

The deterioration of the disease is an evolution for them.

It doesn't matter if the owner dies for the sake of evolution.

However, very few possessors of the disease will develop a relationship with the disease. The disease has wisdom and will suppress the nature.

Once Liu Bing's "mother" would madly make Liu Bing worse.

Now the "mother"'s thoughts have not changed, and the excitement in her eyes cannot be faked, but she does worry about her daughter.

"Daughter, you can think about it. You know that as your illness, I can refuse many requests, but I can't refuse the request of evolution."

"I can only hope that the enemies you encounter won't be too strong to deepen you permanently."

Liu Bing nodded.

Deepening is not permanent, but rather a state of temporary ascension.

During this process, the power and characteristics of the disease will be greatly improved.

The condition will also worsen. A disease that has hatched a disease that cannot be cured by foreign objects.

But if the deepening period is not too long, the disease will slowly return to the magic word period from the deepening period.

Go deeper in the battle and defeat the enemy with great strength. Then slowly return to the state before the battle.

This is of course the ideal result.

But in reality, it may not be so smooth. There is a certain chance of deepening, from temporary deepening to permanent deepening.

The lower the level of disease-derived fluctuations, the higher the probability of permanent deepening.

In the deepening state, except for the people from the Allied Alliance who actively pursued permanent deepening, the rest were worried that the disease would deteriorate too much after the deepening, and tried to control it in the magic word period as much as possible.

Liu Bing naturally made up his mind.

She has entered the deepening period three times in total, and even once in the ward, she started the second deepening.

The muscles in her body were seriously out of control. If Xu Manyu hadn't arrived in time, she might have entered into permanent deepening.

Will become a person with too much muscle, causing the body to deform.

It was after that time that Xu Manyu began to call Liu Bing a useless soldier.

It's useless, he loves to be brave, he is obviously very weak, but he doesn't know how to retreat.

Liu Bing didn't care, in her eyes, the task was the first.

"My mission is to bring back the **** diseased tree, not to fight them, don't worry."

"I have to explain, girl, if you enter the deepening period, I can't help bewitching you into the second deepening, although your disease-derived fluctuation level is completely enough to withstand the disease and will not cause you to die."

"But you may really not be able to get married in the future. Men like slim bodies. After deepening, your body will be..."

Those fleshy bumps all over the body are the scars of Liu Bing.

After deepening, the scars will become more and more exaggerated. If it is temporarily deepened, everything will slowly recover.

If it deepens permanently, it will be like many people from the alien alliance, who are obviously still human, but more like ghosts than ghosts.

Liu Bing didn't say much, it wasn't that she wasn't afraid, it was just her responsibility.

She has always been like this.

In response to "mother", only the increasing speed value on the dial.

…

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heart area.

At the same time, there were Steamed Bun and Xu Manyu who rushed to their destination.

Xu Manyu set out from the direction of the kidney area, and Baozi set out from the direction of the heart area.

As a red cannon, Baozi is indeed not as terrifying as Xu Manyu.

Pao is a piece of chess that relies on other pieces, and only by itself, even if there are chess pieces in front of Pao, Pao can do nothing.

Baozi is also someone who cannot kill his opponent by himself.

But that doesn't mean he's not strong.

On the contrary, buns can play a big role in the upcoming melee.

so…

In order to complete the task, it is absolutely impossible for the black team to tolerate Baozi and Xu Manyu entering the battlefield.

Because Baozi's ability is special, and Xu Manyu is simply too powerful.

"We met again, Mr. Red Cannon."

The bun with a moustache, wearing a small suit with a wicked face, suddenly stopped.

This is the overpass in the heart area, and Baozi is driving quickly to the industrial park outside the heart area.

The heart area is not like the lung area, which does not have as many traffic guides.

There are many red lights in the heart area, but Baozi doesn't care about this kind of thing.

When he was driving, it was Trevor himself in Grand Theft Auto.

It's just that I don't know when, a person exactly like him appeared beside Baozi.

If it wasn't for the other party wearing the black cannon's ring, Baozi even thought he had hit a ghost.

With a cheeky face, a mustache, and a black suit, he looks like a shrewd businessman, but he is actually a **** who likes to hang around among rich women.

This is the bun.

On the other hand, the appearance and temperament of the black cannon and the steamed buns are exactly the same.

Steamed Bun suddenly remembered... Last time, Black Cannon inexplicably learned his own movements.

He was extremely hot in learning.

Now it seems that the other party's disease seems to have a special ability.

That kind of learning...not a provocation that mimics the other's movements, it's more of a reading.

"Trouble, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com Last time it was a subway station, this time it was an overpass, do you really think I dare not kill you?"

"Don't say that. Your organization is very good. He is very good at handling the situation. This is what you said last time, so I am here today to duel with you."

"I believe that Mr. Red Pao is so angry, even in such a place, he dares to do it, right?"

If someone looked at Baozi's coupe at this time, they would find two identical people in the car.

Black Cannon said:

"Cannon can't kill by his own strength, neither can I, so I can only rely on your strength to kill you, Mr. Red Cannon."

Baozi asked:

"how did you find me?"

For the first time in the subway, the black cannon meets the red cannon, the black car meets the red car, and the black **** meets the red soldier. Maybe it's a coincidence.

But this time, the cannon and the cannon met again.

Baozi had to think, is there a spy in the organization?

"No comment."

In the narrow space inside the car, Black Cannon took the lead, and just like Baozi, he actually hid a weapon in his cuff.

Bang, there was a gunshot, followed by broken glass.