Let’s Make a Pact, Lord Fox Spirit

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A heavy downpour brought heavy fog into the dense forest. The rain penetrated the ground along the rhizomes of huge trees, and fell on the ground of this underground city, forming small puddles.

The demon soldiers who lined up in rows walked here with neat steps, and the heavy steps splashed the rain in the puddles. They were printed in the puddles. The monsters with blue-faced fangs didn't know where Qingyun gathered from.

In the distance, rows of workshops are emitting white smoke. Although most of the white smoke will be sucked away by the exhaust vent above the underground city, the residual smell is still choking. The metal was broken into pieces of lethal weapons here, and through a small window in the workshop, the ghost slaves inside were constantly busy and could not rest for a while.

The yaksha, who was in charge of supervision, held the translucent tassel he cast in his hand and whip a whip on a ghost slave who looked clumsy. The speed of the ghost slave to build weapons was far behind that of his companions.

Yasha cursed: "Speed ​​up, you gangsters! Do you know what kind of ending you will get if you delay the progress ?! You will be crushed like ants!"

The drawn ghost slave flew out with the tremendous power of the whip, and his back was hitting the heating stove, and the ragged clothes on his body were instantly burned with a hole, and the black skin also smoked. He gritted his teeth and begged Yasha for mercy: "Master Yasha, forgive me! The little one knows wrong!"

Yasha did not speak, but pointed to where it worked with the whip.

Regardless of the pain, he crawled back and forth to that position to continue his work.

Passing through the workshop and the camp of the magic soldiers, the largest building in the underground city stands there. Its shape resembles a cruciform fortress. In a small room east of the first floor of the cruciform building, a ghost slave walked in with a tray.

It threw the tray heavily on the wooden table in the center of the room, so that the soup inside was seen, and then ordered: "Eat!"

Dong Muya, who was sitting on a low couch on the side of the room, begged him to say, "Please, tell me about the boy who was caught with me!"

"It's no use asking me, I won't tell you anything! Alas, alas, I said you rushed to finish the meal, and I have to take away the plate!" The ghost slave responded impatiently to her.

Instead of continuing to plead, Dong Muya walked silently to the table, quickly grabbed the pair of chopsticks placed on the tray, and pressed against his neck.

"Are you threatening me ?!" The ghost slave became angry and shouted at her.

"Yes, if I die, your master Qingyun will no longer continue to control the boy's bargaining chips!" Dong Muya responded, ignoring everything in his eyes.

"Oh, that boy is very good! You can rest assured, how can Qingyun Lord be willing to hurt him ?! But soon, you won't be so good, because you are about to lose the use value!" Gui Nubian said Close to Dong Muya, and took the chopsticks in her hands with a very fast movement, "It seems that tomorrow they must be asked to change the chopsticks to spoons, or simply let you grab it with your hand and eat."

Dong Muya finally did it. She forced herself to swallow the hard-to-swallow food from the plate into her stomach, because she had to live. Only by living could she see Min Entong again.

These days, she already knew that the place where she and Min Entong were imprisoned should be located underground, because looking out from the window, there is no difference between night and day. The concept of time is getting thinner and thinner here. She does n’t know how long she and Min Entong have been locked here. I only remember the last time I saw them, it was the last time she met him.

She has been kept in this small room. Sooner or later, there will be ghost slaves to send her a meal. After a while, they will bring wooden barrels for her to take a shower. She thought they would soon bring herself to see Min Entong, because if she couldn't see her, he would doubt whether Qingyun had harmed her, and would probably resist his control.

Waiting, long and cruel, her heart is full of fear, in a person's time, all kinds of speculations entangle her. But she knew she couldn't give up hope. She firmly believed that Ouyang Hongye would come here to rescue her and Min Entong.

In the center of the cruciform fortress, underground is a round room. This room is much more spacious than the one that Dong Muya stayed in. Numerous computer screens surround it. These computers have the MM super computer terminal system moved in, but now more processors are added.

In the very center of the round room, there is a very strange big metal box. The box looks like a human shape from the appearance. Numerous tubes and wires are scattered from the metal box, and then connected to the surrounding processors. And some instruments.

Mrs. Lan walked around the room, always observing the operation of each machine, or entering some programs on it. Suddenly, red alarms sounded on several screens.

She panicked towards the most central humanoid metal box, and after turning a control button beside it, pulled it away. In the box, the tubes and wires were all connected to a little boy. He had an oxygen mask on his mouth, his face was pale, his breathing was light and short, and the monitor that checked his physical condition also showed his life Features are showing exhaustion.

"Come here!" Mrs. Lan shouted loudly.

In the blink of an eye, a ghost slave rushed in and asked, "Master, what did you tell me?"

"Please invite Qingyun to come quickly and say that the situation here is extremely urgent." Mrs. Lan ordered.

"Yes!"

Soon after the ghost slave disappeared, Qingyun appeared. He approached the boy and nodded to Mrs. Lan.

Mrs. Lan walked to the main console of the HyperTerminal System and pressed the stop button. The tube and wire the boy plugged in were automatically pulled out by the instrument, and the two ghost slaves walked in, caught him, and took him out.

After the boy was taken away, Mrs. Lan said to Qingyun, "My lord, we are too eager to get it done! That boy is flesh and blood after all!"

"Why? Do you feel bad for him?" Qingyun raised his hand and moved the mask on his face to the side, revealing half of his face, asking with a smile.

"Where! I'm just afraid that our plan was unsuccessful and this Min Entong will die! Without him, the entire system developed by Lanzhu and I would not work at all."

"Alas, Ruoqing! I don't know the system you said! But you and I know how much time we have left. I know all the hopes and chips in you and blue Take the bamboo, don't let me down again! "

"Yes!"

The boy was taken into another room by the ghost slave, and they threw him into the pool filled with hot water. Something was left in the hot water, and it looked like a layer of lavender was floating. The strange thing was that the boy climbed into the wound caused by the pipe and various wires that had been plugged in. After healed, not only that, but after a while, he was slowly opening his eyes when he was in a coma.

He suddenly found that his mouth and nose were unconsciously in the water, so he subconsciously threw a few times before protruding his head from the water.

The ghost slaves outside heard his voice, and they walked in again, dragging him out of the pool. Quickly dry him, and put him on a strange robe.

The whole person was still very weak, and he followed the ghost slave staggeringly to see Qingyun. Ever since he was caught here, Qingyun dine with him every day. Although he was reluctant, he couldn't resist. Because Dong Muya is still in his hands, he always speaks of terrible threats between chats and jokes. The tone that sounds very relaxed but reveals a creepy breath makes people shudder.

Most of the time here, he is suffering from both mental and physical torture. Even he did not know that the MM supercomputer terminal system developed by his parents had some improvement after they obtained the Qi Li array, and some of the mysterious functions in the system were also closely related to the Qi Li array.

These functions are invincible. He has not been told how powerful they are, but they must be powerful enough to destroy the monster world and the human world. This kind of function can be successfully turned on. Only when he was born by relying on the odd array, when his body is adjusted to be fully synchronized with the entire system, then the hidden function in the system will also be activated.

Mrs. Lan's mother and son were responsible for turning him into a key that could open the door to endless power. Once their plan is successful, his body will be integrated with the entire terminal system, in other words, he will become part of this system.

He was unable to escape, but he didn't want to let them be slaughtered, let alone be their weapon, help them destroy any world, or kill any life. His small heart has collapsed countless times. Whenever the physical pain brought him to death, he could only imagine in his heart that Dong Muya had given him the warmth. Only in this way, he would not be swallowed by darkness.

Until now, the reason why he couldn't fully integrate with the super terminal system is precisely because of the support of this spiritual force. Even when he fell into a coma, his subconscious still struggled to resist. He had to leave this ghost place with her, so that his pace became smoother.

He followed the ghost slave to the house where Qingyun was. The food was already arranged. It was hard to imagine that Qingyun would eat a hearty meal in this hell-like dungeon.

The boy sat down at one end of the table. Before he started eating, he said, "When will I be allowed to see Dong Muya?"

"Did you not give up thinking of seeing her again?" Qing Yun was still only covered by the mask for most of his face at the moment. His tiger claws beat rhythmically on the table, and sharp nails often made a harsh sound. , Not terrible but terrifying.

"Yes, you have promised that as long as I help you, it won't hurt her! But how can I know if you are lying if I can't see her?"

"What will happen to those who talk to me about conditions, do you know?"

"I know they will all die, but I can't die. You won't let me die. You need me.

"I hate children, especially smart ones!"

"No matter what you say, I must see her!"

"Okay! I'll let you see her!"

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