I Kidnapped 1.4 Billion People

"Wait, don't kill me, I can't die."

Zhang Yichen screamed in horror, and was so scared that he was a little incoherent.

I cannot die, I must not die.

The gray mist gathered and turned into the man's head again, looking at Zhang Yichen mockingly.

"Mortal, why can't I kill you? Give me a reason not to kill you."

"I, I, you can't kill me anyway. I can't die. If I die, they will die too."

"Who are they?"

"They, they are my compatriots, my relatives and friends. I can't die anyway, please let me go, let me go!"

The sarcastic look on the head became more intense, and he was no longer too lazy to joke with the mortal ants, "Mortal, I can let you go and tell me where you got those magical tools."

“What things are products of my hometown?”

"Where is your hometown?" Head asked.

"Don't kill me, I'll take you there." Zhang Yichen grabbed the last straw and held on tightly, "There are many such weapons in my hometown. I can take you there and find the source of the weapons. "

The head is quite moving. If you can get the method to make such a weapon, it will definitely be a great blessing.

The head thought for a while, suppressing his urgent thoughts, "I'd better take a look at your memory for myself! I may not be able to offend a powerful person who can create such a magical instrument?"

The head turned into gray gas again, rushing towards Zhang Yichen.

"No, save me, someone come and save me, I can't die."

Zhang Yichen shouted desperately, waving his hands forward desperately, hoping to block the gray energy.

He cannot die. If he dies, China will be finished. His death is insignificant, but he is not a person. Behind him are billions of people whose lives are bound to him.

"Xie Cultivator, you dare, my master is here."

The suddenly familiar call sounded to Zhang Yichen at this moment, more beautiful than the sound of heaven, and more pleasant to the ear than the most beautiful fairy music in the world.

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Eating on time, sleeping on time, and exercising appropriately are good for your health.

In Zhang Yichen's small separate courtyard where the Yanshan Sect is stationed.

Zhang Yichen kept a constant speed and jogged around the yard to exercise.

On the side of the small courtyard, Leng Feng and the others looked at Zhang Yichen, with uncontrollable worry in their eyes.

Since experiencing the evil cultivator incident five days ago, Zhang Yichen has become taciturn, actively exercising, maintaining nutritional intake, and replenishing his body's needs.

This situation is not good, very bad. Zhang Yichen is physically stronger, but has mental health problems!

Five days ago, at a critical moment, Hua'er and Uncle Yan suddenly appeared and rescued four people from the evil cultivators and took them into the Yanshan Sect.

After jogging, Zhang Yichen took the towel handed over by Leng Feng, wiped his sweat, and asked.

"How is the cooperation with Yanshan Sect going?"

Sin Blood's saving of them was of course not without cost, and the price was the weapons in their hands.

Leng Feng: "I have promised them that I will provide them with a batch of arms."

Zhang Yichen nodded.

Leng Feng asked: "When should we set off for our destination?"

"not going."

Zhang Yichen looked in the direction of the Yanshan Sect's headquarters.

The gate of Yanshan Sect is surrounded by clouds and mist. From time to time, immortals who control the light will fly out of Yanshan Sect, disappear into the vast sea of ​​clouds, and disappear.

A picture of a fairyland.

"It's nice here, isn't it?"

Leng Feng: "But..."

"There is no but, in a world without order, the dangers are the same everywhere. Just like last time, who can guarantee that there are no powerful people hidden at the destination we are going to. Firearms are for powerful practitioners. It’s useless to say it.”

The three of them were silent.

"The only way to protect yourself is to strengthen yourself and become a powerful god like them."

"Brother Feng, tell the people of the Yanshan Sect that we don't want financial transactions, we want quotas to join the Yanshan Sect."

After experiencing life and death, and experiencing extreme fear and despair, Zhang Yichen also figured out that in this strange world that eats people without spitting out their bones, only by becoming a god and a powerful monk can he survive stably, and everything else is irrelevant. It's false.

"But? I need to ask the superiors for instructions." Leng Feng looked embarrassed.

"No need, the higher ups will agree with my idea."

Zhang Yichen's calm tone contained determination that no one could question.

In the past, I just wanted to be a mascot with a little freedom under the control of others, but now, Zhang Yichen wants to take the initiative in his hands.

You are going to die in the end anyway, so it is better to be as wild as you want before you die.

It was his fault that the dilemma was solved, and it was his choice not to be solved, and he did not suffer any loss.

Leng Feng and the other three looked at each other with the same helplessness in their eyes.

The last life and death experience really hit Zhang Yichen hard.

The kitten, which has always been docile and obedient, seems to have a tendency to transform into a tiger.

I don’t know if this state is good or bad?

The only thing that reassures the three of them is that the last blow did not break Zhang Yichen's will to survive. As long as Zhang Yichen is still alive, there is still hope for China.

The fourteen-day cooling period was over, and Zhang Yichen brought in new guards.

A person who also carries large and small bags.

What surprised Zhang Yichen was that the other party was not wearing a combat uniform, but a straight suit, myopia glasses, and a business white-collar look.

"Boom."

The heavy package landed on the ground, and the man gasped violently. He was exhausted from the arms and supplies that had been transported.

Everyone looked at the man suspiciously, wondering why the person sent by the official this time was not a special force, but a weak-looking man.

"Hello, my name is Kuang Shengtian, and I am a psychological counselor."

The man introduced himself with a gentle smile on his face.

Leng Feng and the other three people suddenly understood that the official had really thought carefully about Zhang Yichen and sent a psychiatrist to accompany him.

Zhang Yichen's face twitched and he said angrily, "I'm fine, I don't need a psychiatrist."

Kuang Shengtian took out a white handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the sweat on his forehead. "Mr. Zhang misunderstood. I am not here for Mr. Zhang's mental health. In addition to being a psychological counselor, I am also a psychological counselor." Hypnotists and micro-expression experts will definitely be able to help you.”

Sure enough, the people who can be sent by the official are not simple talents.

There are hundreds of millions of things.

"Is this a different world? The air is really fresh. I never thought that one day I would be able to step into a different world."

Kuang Shengtian took a breath, his face full of intoxication.

Suddenly, Kuang Shengtian saw the monk flying on the clouds, and his mouth opened slightly in surprise, "Is that a god from another world? He can actually fly."

Zhang Yichen: "Yes, if you want, you can become a god like them, flying high and flying."

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