Heroic Soul: Drunken Qianqiu

Chapter 123 Prism

As soon as the words fell, a loud noise was heard.

"Rumble..."

Smoke and dust were everywhere, and the sound was mighty.

The man was startled and quickly turned his head to look, only to realize that the things on the table were not placed firmly.

Scared to death!

I thought that a single sentence would trigger a vision in the world. If it really did, it would be terrible...

"Ahem, Mr. Wu, then this..."

After a while, he looked at the black cloth, still confused and puzzled.

After all, there seems to be no connection between predicting the future and playing against oneself, right?

Wu Qing gave him a look of disdain, and in that look, he could barely say the word "idiot".

The man's face darkened, a little embarrassed.

Although I have long known that Wu Qing has a weird personality, when I really feel it, I still feel a little uncomfortable.

Fortunately, Wu Qing explained it to him.

Wu Qing said excitedly,

“If the future can be predicted, then a person’s behavior can also be predicted.

As long as his particle movement trajectories are recorded, his various combat skills can be deduced.

Then, based on his own spiritual power, he can create a spiritual shadow with the same data and the same skills, so that he can fight with himself. "

After a pause, he spoke again, "It can also be regarded as an alternative cloning technology."

"After three months of experiments, I finally built an instrument that can carry this theory."

"And I call it... prism!"

As he spoke, he curved the corners of his mouth and lifted a corner of the black cloth, revealing a light blue luster.

On the other hand, although the man tried his best to remain calm, his somewhat rapid breathing exposed his true thoughts.

If what Wu Qing said is true, then this thing is definitely a well-deserved treasure, the kind that is at the bottom of the box.

Boom puff puff~

All the black cloth was lifted.

All I saw was under the black cloth.

Several strange-shaped pillars were placed randomly. In the center of the pillars, there was something that looked like a millstone. On the millstone, dozens of bracelets were piled up.

Apart from that, there is nothing else…

It's unremarkable, even a little boring.

A trace of disappointment flashed across the man's face, as if his super meal was steamed buns.

But soon, he calmed down, and after thinking again and again, he still said, "Old Wu, is this thing... really that... magical?"

"snort!"

Wu Qing wrinkled his forehead and said in a slightly angry tone, "You can doubt me, but you can't doubt my 'prism'."

The man was silent for a moment.

In fact, he also wanted to believe it, but his status prevented him from doing so.

If he makes a mistake, countless people will pay for his mistake.

Only when he sees the results can he make a conclusion. This is not only responsible for himself, but also for the countless people behind him.

Seeing the man's silent expression, Wu Qing changed his tone and sighed, "I can't blame you."

After a pause, "When I improve it, I can let you see its power. When the time comes, remember not to be too surprised."

The man smiled heartily and joked, "I think my eyes will widen when the time comes."

"Hahaha…"

The atmosphere relaxed and there was laughter.

…

Tianxing Project, Mingxu.

within the base,

Zhao Wenlong slowly put down his badge, his eyes moved slightly, and he turned to look at the unconscious Zhao Feifan.

"Dip...dip..."

In the room, there was an instrument with green light, a few busy figures, and a string of cold mechanical sounds.

At this time, Mu Mingfei, who was dressed in black robe, walked up to him, his face was slightly solemn, and he said in a deep voice.

"Chief, his injuries have stopped, but his consciousness is still in a coma."

After a pause, he spoke again.

"Also, I don't know when I will wake up. It may be a day, it may be a month, or it may never wake up..."

"Is there no way?"

Zhao Wenlong said silently.

"No…"

Silence for a long time.

Zhao Wenlong sighed helplessly and said helplessly, "It is very common for geniuses to die young. It is also inevitable. Without going through ups and downs, you cannot become a truly unique genius."

"However, this is our dereliction of duty. There is no reason. In the next trial, the front line will be moved back fifty miles to surround the trial site."

"..."

"good…"

Zhao Wenlong walked to the window, looked up at the blood moon, and murmured, "This must not happen again..."

…

For some, the nights are long.

But for others, the night is actually very short and passes as soon as they close their eyes.

Early morning, the place of trial.

A moan of ecstasy echoed.

"Yeah~ cool!"

In the yard, Cheng Yong squinted his eyes and stretched with a face full of intoxication.

That action can only be described as a horse chakra.

A beautiful shadow came into view, and under the dim sunlight, the blush reflected on her face, spontaneously forming a hazy beauty.

"Hey, Chen Yi, I saw you the first time this morning. Our fate is really wonderful," Cheng Yong said with a playful smile.

Facing Cheng Yong's almost rogue words, Chen Yi's face suddenly turned red and he clenched his fists tightly.

"Um…"

She whispered back.

And then... there was no more.

"Hey…"

Cheng Yong smiled, shook his head, not caring at all, and then twisted around on his own.

"Three circles to the left, three circles to the right, twisting the neck, twisting the butt..."

Chen Yi glanced at him secretly and missed him with just one glance, not daring to take another look at him.

Sitting quietly on the stone steps, he took out a compressed biscuit and ate it in small bites.

Two societies fear.

Social Phobia and Social Terrorism…

At this time, footsteps were heard outside the door.

Calm and gentle.

A few seconds later, Qin Ye walked in with calm steps. When he saw Cheng Yong jumping up and down in the yard, a flash of surprise flashed across his face.

But he quickly covered it up, calmed down, smiled and said, "Fat man, how are you?"

"hey-hey."

Cheng Yong stopped what he was doing and smiled cheaply, "My head is just a little confused, my arms are a little sore, my legs are a little sore, my fingernails are a little long, and there are gaps between my teeth..."

Talking incessantly, like an old woman chanting sutras.

Qin Ye smiled and cursed, "Fuck you, why don't you tell me about the red mark on your butt too."

"Um?"

Cheng Yong stiffened and asked doubtfully, "Hongyinzi? What Hongyinzi, are you spying on me?"

As he spoke, he quickly covered his vital parts and said with a look of horror, "Old Qin, does Wei Yu know you are doing this to me? She will definitely be jealous if she finds out."

"So, I advise you to rat tail juice..."

Qin Ye's mouth twitched, and a light flashed across his fingertips, but Cheng Yong easily dodged it.

"Hey, things are different now, Lao Qin."

Cheng Yong raised his middle finger and said provocatively.

"Oh, really?"

Qin Ye curled his lips, and Cheng Yong suddenly felt a bad feeling in his heart.

The next second, I saw that the missed light actually made a strange arc.

Look back and dig out.

Quickly tap on Cheng Yong's butt.

"Ah!"

A sound like a slaughtering pig came. Cheng Yong covered his buttocks, jumped up and shouted.

"Damn it, Old Qin, you're doing a sneak attack!"