Thousand Blades of Death

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"Boom!"

The door was slammed open, and a white fat man walked in, followed by an old rickety old man in front of him. It was Dr. Gro and No. 19.

"Since you don't come to open the door, we will come in by ourselves." Dr. Gro took a small step and walked a little into the middle of the hall. He randomly found a sofa and sat down. Number 19 stood like his loyal guard. next to.

On the 17th, there was not much to see Dr. Gro. He always wanted to part ways with Dr. Gro, just as their basic mission was to kill Sun Wukong. On the 17th, he had been dragging time.

"Dr." Only 16 in the hall gave a slight bow to Dr. Gro. These are all artificial people created by Dr. Gro himself. It has to be said that it is ironic.

Dr. Gross waved his hand and said, "I am not a doctor anymore. I prefer you to call me man-made number 20."

A trace of hesitation flashed on No. 16's face, and then nodded. For him, Dr. Gro was kind to him. He had never thought of betrayal.

"No. 17 and No. 18, you two have a very happy life." No. 20's face was lightly relaxed, and the recent movements of No. 17 and No. 18 were too high-profile. It was easy to find them.

"Doctor, you look pretty good in recent days too." No. 17 is ironic, and he deliberately didn't call Dr. Grow 20, just to disgust Dr. Grow.

On the 20th, he waved his hand and said: "It's better than the news you have on both ends of the three days. At least there won't be some tanks driving towards where I live."

"Tank?" On the 17th, I ran to another window where I could see the road up the mountain. Sure enough, I saw an army heading towards me. Those huge iron bumps were not tank?

On the 17th, he lipped his lips and said, "Anyway, I came to let me move my hands and feet, and a little distract me from my boredom at the moment."

"It's really enjoyable." No. 20 chuckled lightly. "No. 19, you go, get those people out of me. I want to talk about things quietly and don't want to be disturbed."

"Yes, No. 20." Nodded on the 19th, he went straight out. After a while, he heard many shouts and screams, and then bursts of explosions came.

Soon all those sounds dissipated, and he returned on the 19th, with some dust on his body, presumably those people who deliberately bombarded him with tanks.

"Look, I'm sincere enough." No. 20 chuckled lightly.

"Doctor, I don't understand what you are doing. You and No. 19 are nothing more than ordinary man-made people. Do you think you can take us back just by the two of you?" No. 18 leaned against the wall, pale yellow His hair hung low and lightly authentic.

"The two of you should know why I created you at that time?" No. 20 touched the forked beard with cold light in his eyes.

"Huh! Me and No. 18 are not food. Are you right, No. 16?" No. 17 was smirked.

Nodded on the 16th and said to the 20th: "Although we created it on the 20th, we should have the meaning of living. Zero wants to become a complete body, I think it should not be the only way. Right."

"First correct it, it's not Zero, his name is Sharu," No. 20 said seriously. "Second, I don't think I need to explain anything to you. The fate you don't create is to be swallowed. You can't resist. "

"Joke!" No. 17 snorted and stood up, pointing his right hand straight at No. 20. "You might forget that you and No. 19 are just ordinary man-made people. You have no permanent energy at all. , How can we compare with us?"

"wave……"

A small light bomb condensed in the hands of No. 17 and the light shone on the old skin of No. 20, which seemed to shine a little too much.

"You're scared." No. 20's voice seemed to be plain lake water without ripples.

"What am I afraid of?" On the 17th, was Dr. Gro's brain teasing that he was afraid?

"You are afraid of being swallowed, afraid of losing these hard-won forces..." No. 20 paused, and looked at No. 17 with deep meaning in his eyes, as if he had penetrated his heart.

"You..." There was a flicker of confusion in the eyes of No.17, but he didn't really think he had this idea, but he thought that Dr. Gro seemed to be able to see through him.

"No. 17, calm down. Now their lives are in your hands. Are you afraid of what they do?" No. 18 frowned slightly. She felt that No. 20 was too abnormal. Is he just coming here? To die?

"Yes, they are so weak, why should I panic?" No. 17 calmed down, with a sneer in the corner of his mouth, and pressed his hand towards No. 20.

"From the day the Red Ribbon Army was wiped out by Sun Wukong, I was actually a living dead person." No. 20 suddenly said irrelevant words, "The artificial technology I developed at the time was not like This is now successful."

"I hope to create one of the most powerful warriors. He has assembled the genes of those strong men and become unprecedentedly powerful. I hope to destroy Sun Wukong and destroy this world!"

No. 16 frowned, then stretched out again, after all, he said nothing.

"Saru, is my dream, a perfect artificial crystallization of technology, I know that your strength is better than me, even better than the current Sharu, but I still have to complete Sharu!"

"Even if it's my life!"

No. 17 and No. 18 had felt something wrong. When they hadn't responded, No. 19's belly suddenly broke open from the middle, to be exact, bursting open, revealing a green child.

"Shalu!" No. 17 was very panicked and quickly wanted to destroy Shalu, but No. 20 suddenly grabbed his energy-filled hand, making it impossible for him to change his target.

"You let me go!" No. 17 was anxious. The light flare in his hand was released, and a hole was exploded in the body of No. 20, but he still did not release his hand.

Shalu, a child, saw No. 17 as if she saw something delicious. She threw it directly, her tail spread like a funnel, and quickly swallowed No. 17!

"Drink!" Xiao Shalu's body began to swell, the skin on his body began to collapse, and then he was reborn, and his appearance gradually changed.

"Hurry up!" No. 16 was wrong, and quickly fled here with No. 18, the two flew quickly, and did not stay at all. God knows when Sharu will complete this first stage of evolution?

Although No. 16 is not afraid, he wants to keep No. 18. Only in this way can he keep the earth and the sky outside the window.

Sharu’s eyes looked at the two little black spots on the horizon, and a deep voice sounded, "I will find you, you...can’t escape!"

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