Zongman Invasion: I Can Absorb Others' Abilities

Qiye's whole body tensed up and he instantly entered a fighting state.

"Use this sword to help me kill that couple, imprison their souls, and send them to me. I will reforge this cursed demon sword for you and make it a truly extraordinary weapon that you can control."

Qiye's eyes lit up, and the ambition in his heart was ready to move. However, he was vigilant and did not agree to the other party prematurely. He just kept silent.

"Promise me!"

Anthony held his head, his face twisted, and he let out a painful roar, "I am the previous owner of the Bone Crusher. If you want to be recognized by it, you must go through me. Do you also want to die?"

At the end of his words, his voice was almost hysterical and roaring, "I'm going to cut those bastards into pieces, cut them into pieces..."

Qiye grasped the handle of the knife with his five fingers, his palms sweating, he nodded slightly after hesitation, and asked: "Are you sure I can get the approval of the bone-crushing knife?"

Recalling the curse that appeared on the bone-crushing knife before, he thought it was his handsomeness that impressed the bone-crushing knife. Now it seems that he is younger.

Anthony twisted his neck strangely, tilted his head and let out a weird laugh.

"My little friend, I gambled my soul and willingly fell into the bone-crushing knife's forbidden space. I will never be able to escape and become its assimilated body. Do you think I will be able to get you to gain its approval?"

"hiss……"

Qiye gasped, "...I hate myself so much."

"I can't wait to tear this pair of bitches into pieces! They deceived my feelings, destroyed what I have learned all my life, took away my sword, mutilated my body, and imprisoned me in a closed place. They are so cruel.

, they are really cruel..."

Anthony screamed in pain and wailed uncontrollably, "I hate it, I hate it so much... Even if I turn into a wraith and a corpse, I still want this couple to die a good death!"

Qiye took another deep breath.

How much hatred and resentment is there to torture a dead person like this? To make the man in front of you swear such a poisonous oath?

"Ha ha……"

Anthony suddenly looked up to the sky and let out a nervous laugh, with blood and tears in his eyes, "God open your eyes, let me meet you, meet a strong man who dares to hold this cursed blade and kill that guy's men, my

I finally have a chance to take revenge."

"...what should I do?"

Qiye felt horrified when he heard this, so he asked carefully.

"I smelled that guy's scent. It was the scent of an enemy."

Anthony's eyes flashed with anger, "He was also involved in this matter. You just need to defeat him, take the bone-crushing knife from his hand, and leave the rest to me."

After he explained the matter, he turned around staggeringly, pulled out an old photo and a decayed diary from a sealed drawer under the pallet, and handed them to Uchiha Nanaya.

"My little friend, please promise me to help me accomplish something that I can never do in reality. I, Anthony Ivan, will swear on my soul and family name to be your servant and to be loyal to you forever.

Wherever the blade points, I will defend your glory with my life and clear all obstacles for you."

When Anthony saw the child taking the notebook and photos, he subconsciously grabbed the child's wrist and pleaded excitedly.

Qiye was stunned, feeling the astonishing power coming from the big sore-covered hands, and the fragility and pleading on Anthony's ghastly face.

There was a sigh in his heart, feeling pity for the other party's experience, and nodded heavily, "I will try my best!"

"Okay! I believe you, my friend from the ancient East." Anthony showed a hint of relief and slowly let go of Qiye's wrist.

Qiye looked at the two extra things in his hand.

It is also a black and white photo with a yellowish surface, and the traces of age erosion are very obvious. About one-fifth of the entire photo has been torn off on the left side, making the photo look somewhat incomplete.

On the remaining half, three men and one woman appeared.

They are all young, the man is handsome and handsome, and the woman is as beautiful as a flower. It seems that the photos were taken when they were young as souvenirs.

The only difference is the position and clothing of the three people, and there is something unusual about them.

Standing at position C, surrounded by several other people, was a young man about 20 to 30 years old.

He was wearing a Western-style dress that was slightly less fashionable than the other two young men beside him; he had a pair of clumsy black-rimmed glasses on his tall nose.

Judging from his temperament, he is a scholar, but also a bit dull and simple. He is probably a scholar from the countryside.

Next to the man's right hand is a pretty young beauty. The two are very close and may be lovers. At least compared to the other two young people in the photo, her relationship with him appears to be very close.

The woman wears a retro, unique aesthetic style of the Victorian era.

It uses a lot of lace, gauze, ruffles, ribbons, bows, multi-layered cake cutting, ruffles, shirring and other elements, as well as stand-up collars, high waists, princess sleeves, and other palace styles.

The elegant, tight-waisted and fluffy black lace gauze skirt, and a pair of slender jade hands with retro lace-trimmed knitted silk gauze gloves indicate the reserve and nobility of the other party's heart.

The woman's jade arm is gently held in the arm of the man wearing clumsy glasses, with a smile on her lips, affectionate eyebrows, and a slightly squinting gaze at the other person, but it does not appear rude, showing that the other person has good cultivation and education.

It can be seen that the two people's feelings are really different.

"...Goddess Nana?"

Qiye was startled and cried out.

"You know this little bitch?"

Anthony grabbed Qiye's clothes in excitement, widened his eyes, gasped, and his voice amplified several times, so loud that Qiye's ears almost went deaf.

Qiye was choked by the other party and couldn't breathe smoothly. His face turned red and he hoarsely stopped, "You... put me down first!"

Anthony realized belatedly that he had been rude. He quickly picked up the child, carefully placed it in place, and asked excitedly: "...She, she is still alive? This little bitch is not dead?"

Qiye was stunned for a moment, and regardless of his further considerations, Anthony grabbed his shoulders excitedly, with big steel-like hands, firmly grasping both shoulders, shaking his head and making him dizzy, "Tell me, tell me quickly...this

Little bitch, she is still alive?"

"Yes, yes...I did see her."

Qiye didn't think much and quickly told the other party about the goddess Nana she met in the company where she worked in Paradise City.

"Hoo..."

Anthony's lips twitched, and his face showed a complicated expression that didn't know whether he was laughing or crying. Finally, he looked up to the sky and screamed miserably:

"She's not dead, she's really not dead... These bastard couple, bastard couple... They are lying to me, they have been lying to me..."

Qiye was stunned, looked at the woman in the photo, and recalled the goddess Nana he saw in the company. Except for the slight difference in clothing and temperament, the two were almost the same person.

The former wears retro-style pretense, like an elegant and noble princess; while the latter, in Qiye's memory, the other party wears cool and elegant clothes, often wearing brightly colored high heels, like a modern girl of the new century, exuding charming confidence and

charm.

"Could it be that the goddess Nana in the company is an old monster...!?"

He thought that when he dreamed every night, he always communicated deeply with the goddess Nana. He couldn't help but shudder, and suddenly felt that his dream was shattered.

Heartache!

"..."

I wanted to cry for seven nights.

...woo woo

Return the goddess of my dreams!