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The blonde shows a walking lantern in front of her, and her life unfolds like a picture roll, passing fast in front of her eyes.

Then she found a very serious thing.

Looking back, her life was a tragedy.

From the moment she learned, she lived alone in strange rooms and was taught a variety of mechanical modifications.

Then, brainwashing education.

Finally, when she was old enough, she was sent to the operating theatre for mechanical modifications over and over again.

Poor thing she was overbrainwashed and naively thought mechanical modification was an interesting thing.

But in fact, there are a lot of inconveniences after mechanical modification.

Her height, for example, is a big problem.

After being remodeled, she hasn't grown any taller in years. Now, if she wants to reach higher, she has to hold her toes... and if it doesn't happen, she has to hold her toes high enough for the rest of her life.

Later, he escaped, worrying about being hunted down by invisible fighters from the science department.

Finally came to a restaurant and met an uncle who seemed reliable, mature and combative.

When she finally inspired herself to choose to believe her... she was killed by her uncle.

Pull your chest down and get stabbed in the hole. Blood all over the place!

If she had any strength now, she'd like to climb up and lift the table in anger.

Stop it, such a tragic life she doesn't want.

Even her life cannot be described as‘ tragic ’.

Tragedies tend to be literary and artistic, and in some respects they are still very big and tearful. Tragedy masters can pass on thousands of times.

And her life should be described in terms of 'abusive masters’.

Compared to tragedy, there is no place in her life worth ‘weeping' about. It just feels, ah ~ What the hell is this? Can't you change the pattern when you're abusive without stimulating the tear glands at all?

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa"

The ‘core reactor' in the chest was pulled out by the shop manager.

The core reactor itself also has a thread, which is the same thing as an energy channel, the original 'watermelon large' enclosure.

These energy channels extend to mechanically modified parts of the blonde's body, and even part of the thread connects her body.

And now, these threads were forcibly pulled out by the shop manager.

Think about it and it hurts.

Die, die.

“Hold on to the gold coin.” At this point, the gentle voice of the manager rang in her ear.

You want me to hold your coin this time?

“I'm going to cure you… if you fail, you'll see a gold coin floating up and down. You don't have to think about anything, just choose" coin. "” The manager continued.

In the talking room, the manager's right hand pressed against her.

A very comfortable energy poured into her body.

Just as a thirsty person encounters Manna, the pain of her body disappears.

Cure?

Even this magical technique?

So, does she have any hope of survival?

The blonde shuddered and asked: "Manager... can I save you? ”

“I don't know, so for insurance's sake, hold on to the gold coin.” Song Shuhang replied softly.

Nor can he be sure that the blonde will survive if she pulls out the 'core reactor'.

If it is naturally best to survive, hang her life with healing techniques before sending her to the pharmacist senior. There must be a way to cure her by the means of the pharmacist senior.

If she dies, there will be a resurrected gold coin and a blonde will be resurrected. But it depends on her luck whether it's 10 months of resurrection or 10 years.

Hearing Song Shuhang couldn't guarantee that she would survive, the blonde sighed.

“I have a will. At least after death… I want my body… to no longer be studied.” The blonde shuddered: “Manager, I have given myself a Chinese name. How about the name 'rolling’? ”

Song Shuhang: “??? ”

“If you have a name, you have to erect a tombstone, right? My name must be changed, or I fear being dug. Sir, would you put up a headstone for me under my Chinese name?” Blonde Girl's Way.

After a few cures, her condition seemed much better and her speech slipped away a lot.

But...

Relatively, her breath of life was getting weaker and weaker.

It's backlit.

“Don't think about it so much, then get ready to coin. Remember the white statue in my shop? Read the statue of Senior White in your heart before you coin, then coin, you will have good luck.” Song Shu Channel.

The blonde girl's wound is only superficially recovered.

But internal injuries have not healed.

The blonde's voice shook up again: "Sir, can we... not talk about coins...? ”

She found that when faced with death, she had no intention of fear in her heart.

At first, when I thought I was going to die, my heart was still very restless.

But as the shop manager's "healing techniques" came down, she was not only not in pain, she was not afraid.

And... obviously the manager stabbed a hole in her body, but she had no intention of hating the manager.

Consciousness is getting confused.

The blonde girl grabbed the 'Resurrection Gold Coin' with one hand, and her other hand quietly grabbed Song Shuhang's clothes, whispering: “Uncle Store Manager, how good would it be if we met you earlier? ”

Would her life have changed if she'd met a powerful store manager earlier?

If I could be as strong as the manager, how good would that be?

With this in mind, the consciousness of the blonde girl is utterly silent.

At the same time, she held the resurrection gold coin tightly in her hand, emitting a light.

Song Shuhang relieved after seeing the resurrection gold coin take effect.

Next, wait 10 months or 10 years before the blonde girl comes back to life.

Until then, bring her into the core world.

Song Shuhang reached out and the blonde girl and the resurrection gold coin were all sent into the room of "Winter Hall".

“Next, there's this thing to deal with.” Song Shuhang grabbed the 'core reactor' and looked up at the sky.

When the blonde girl died, the cloud cloud that was supposed to be looming in the sky stopped and began to dissipate.

The core reactor + the blonde girl is equal to a bishop of the second and third degree.

Now, when the two are separated, the scent of life of the host blonde disappears, and so does the holocaust.

“Fine, otherwise the 'core reactor' may be chopped to pieces of slag if faced directly with Heavenly Robbery.” Song Shu Hangdao.

It was like sensing the death of a blonde girl, and all the energy threads in the core reactor came together.

In the blink of an eye, it was re-sized as a watermelon in Song Shu's sailor.

Even the forces previously induced by Song Shuhang's 'spiritual power' have been regrouped.

However, Song Shuhang can sense the powerful power contained in this core reactor.

This strength is no less than the second golden dan in his body.

In other words, if the power in this thing is completely drawn out, is it equivalent to a 'Brother Kindan'?

“Take it back first, maybe it'll help. This science department drummed up something that was completely unscientific, and Senior White should be very interested.” Song Shuhang gently threw away this watermelon-sized ‘core reactor'.

Lightweight, like a balloon, it feels like it's going to float.

Just as Song Shuhang gently threw up the core reactor, a ‘claw’ came out in the void and grabbed it directly to the core reactor.

Behind this paw is a long chain lock.

Song Shuhang quickly reached out and grabbed the core reactor one step in advance. The mind moves and incorporates it into the bracelet instrument.

Meanwhile, his other hand grabbed the chain attached to the ‘claw’ and pulled it hard.

In the sky, as if a layer of glassy objects had been broken apart, there was a giant disc-shaped aircraft, pulled out by the brute force of Song Shuhang.

"Mutant Steel Hand", "Confucian King Kong Body" and "Holy Monkey Dragon Power Divine Gong", the three quenching methods bring the power of Song Shuhang brutally.

This aircraft, previously under the cover of a glassy object, has remained invisible.

“I've already found you, sneaking aside, covering yourself up, do you really think you're invisible? You think you're wearing a cover that sells everything, boss?” Song Shuhang's arm is strong.

In the sky, the disc-shaped flying machine ejected five aircurrents to resist Song Shuhang's brute force.

However, flying magic machines have maximized power, or have been dragged a little bit to the island.

Boom!

Finally, the seemingly hard chain was broken.

The flying magic machine proactively breaks the rope in case it actually falls.

Song Shuhang gently pulled this chain and threw the metal claws on it.

Nice material, he pulled it down as hard as he could and the claw rope didn't look like it was going to break. Maybe it will be useful in the future.

So Song Shuhang sent it to the core world.

Anyway, the core world is so big, there's nowhere to put it.

Ding ~ Ding ~ Ding ~ Ding ~

On the flying machine, a rushing alarm was sounded.

The next moment, the upper folding lid of the flight manipulator opens.

One figure after another, drilled out of the flying machine.

“Kill, kill! Infidels... kill! An unfaithful man... kill!” Song Shuhang's phone rang.

It's like dubbing the appearance of these guys.

Song Shuhang opened his phone and found it to be a strange landline.

“Hello, who is it?” Song Shuhang asked.

It's not advertising, is it?

“Book voyage, your location, something close.” The puppet fairy's voice came out of the phone - she must have used the restaurant's phone: “Perhaps it was the ‘celestial world' race that your predecessor Chu spoke of earlier, so give way. ”