Rebirth Game Tycoon

After waiting for a full two hours in front of the Caolu, Abu didn't have the slightest dissatisfaction. In his heart, it was enough to see Lord A Jianglong.

Lord A Jianglong has so many important things, and meeting oneself is just one of the smallest and most insignificant things.

squeak!The gate of Caolu opened.

"Abu, it's been a long time, come in!" A soft and clear voice came from the grass cottage.

Abbott suddenly trembled with excitement. He heard that it was Lord A Jianglong's voice, but he didn't expect Lord A Jianglong to use honorifics to speak to himself in such a polite tone. He was flattered!

Abu strode across the threshold and walked into the Caolu.

This cottage is the residence of Lord A Jianglong. If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, who would have imagined that A Jianglong, the great descendant master who is revered as the god of Burma, lived in such a simple life.

There are no extra objects in the Caolu, which has brought the profound meaning of Dissociation to the extreme.

As before, there is only one seat and one chair and a few futons.

A Jianglong sat cross-legged on the straw mat, his eyes gleaming like stars, exuding profound and moving wisdom.

It is said that the eyes are the windows of the soul, and Master A Jianglong's eyes seem to contain the entire universe. His eyes are so distant, it is unforgettable at first sight, and even his original appearance is easily overlooked. .

No one has ever sat on the chair in front of the straw mat, because it is what Mr. A Jianglong treats to guests. Only the guests who are truly recognized by Mr. A Jianglong can communicate with him on an equal basis. Qualified to sit on that wooden chair.

The remaining pieces of futon are the place where a disciple like Abu sat when he was lucky enough to be received by Lord A Jianglong.

With a humble attitude, Abu sat on one of the futons honestly.

"Honorable Lord Ajianglong, my teacher Sommeron asked me to bring you a gift." Abu lowered his head and said loudly.

"I already know. Abu, stand up and sit on that chair." A Jianglong said slowly.

Abu was taken aback for a moment, and he didn't understand what Lord A Jianglong meant, but he stood up honestly and sat down on the wooden chair gently.

As soon as his ass touched the chair, Abu was suddenly shocked, could it be that in the eyes of Lord A Jianglong, I can already communicate with him on an equal footing?How is this possible?

Unable to help, Abu raised his head and looked at Lord A Jianglong with a look of doubt.

"How long have you been in the door of Sommeron?" The expression on A Jianglong's face was very special, with a smile that made people unable to see his true intentions.

"Sir, it's been six years!" Abu replied tremblingly.

"Very good! From today, you will no longer be a disciple of the master." A Jianglong said lightly.

"What?" Abu was surprised, almost jumping from the wooden chair.

"From now on, you are a divine master!" A Jianglong blinked, as if sleeping but not sleeping, but the sound from his mouth made Abu hear clearly.

"Me? A god master?" Abu was stunned, muttering to himself.

Suddenly, A Jianglong raised his arm and pointed out gently.

This pointed point was in the void, and there was a distance of at least three meters between A Jianglong and Abu, but Abu was surprised to find that Lord A Jianglong's fingertips had reached his forehead.

He instinctively wanted to hide, but before he had time, A Jianglong pointed his eyebrows, and it happened to be the place where Lu Menglin pointed to kill Sommeron and pierced his forehead.

Could it be that there is a certain number in the dark?

Obviously, this is not a coincidence of fate, but a deliberate arrangement.

When Abu was pointed to his forehead by A Jianglong, the expression in his eyes quickly dimmed and turned into a dead silence.

Soon, within a very short period of time, black cracked tattoos began to appear on Abu's face. These tattoos spread quickly, quickly reaching the head and neck, and then all over his body.

And Abu's body is constantly distorting, in a weird and unusual posture, from the part to the whole, it is distorting.

It was as if there was something hidden in his body, surging crazily, wanting to break out of his shell.

And A Jianglong, who witnessed all of this, appeared extremely calm and unmoved, as if everything was expected.

The black cracked tattoo on Abu's body continued to grow, and at the same time, it was constantly cracking, propping up his dark skin and revealing the pink tender flesh, which was really terrifying.

A Jianglong sat on the straw mat from beginning to end, motionless, but watched the scene with interest, as if seeing the magnificent natural scenery, with an indescribable joy in his eyes.

This splitting process lasted for about eight minutes and finally ended.

Abu's body was cracked, and a lot of blood flowed down his limbs, soaking most of the grass house floor.

At this moment, Abu straightened his waist, twisted his neck first, then opened his mouth, and uttered dry syllables from his throat.

Only a wow was heard, and a bruised black blood clot was spit out from Abu's mouth.

"How long will it take to adapt?" A Jianglong said suddenly.

Abu stared, but his eyes were no longer in the awe he had before, and he grinned, revealing a strange smile.

"It's all right now! Thank you! My dear brother!" Abu said in a very hoarse and unpleasant voice.

A Jianglong shook his head and frowned, "Go out and clean up! You have soiled my place!"

Abu, or the occupied Abu nodded, bowed to A Jianglong, turned and walked out of the Cao Lu.

A light breeze blew, gently closing the Caolu Gate.

The Lord Ajianglong, who was admired by thousands of people in Myanmar, got up from the straw mat, then bent down and wiped the blood on the floor himself.

His expression is so focused. At a glance, his movements are so proficient and standard that even the best part-time worker aunt can't match it.

If anyone in the Caolu could see this scene at this moment, they would most likely think it was a miracle coming, because Lord A Jianglong had nothing in his hands, and there was no such thing as a rag.

But the blood and dirt on the floor are disappearing little by little, as if swallowed by some inexplicable force, disappearing into this world forever.

A quarter of an hour later, Abu, wearing a robe and bare feet, returned to the cottage.

This time, he sat on the wooden chair without hesitation, and sat on the same level as A Jianglong.

Because this chair was originally prepared for him, every time I came to Caolu, I would sit here, but this time the process was slightly tortuous.

"Brother, you must avenge me this time!" Abu snapped.

A Jianglong sitting on the straw mat smiled slightly and said faintly: "Someron, you have just changed your soul, you shouldn’t lose your energy, and you don’t have to be anxious about revenge. Why don’t we talk about the reaction of this spiritual transformation first? ?"

Abu gritted his teeth and rattled his teeth, his eyes were round and his face was squalid.

"Sure enough, there are still flaws! You wouldn't be like this before, let me guess? Will Soul Transformation merge the consciousness of the two and produce a coincidence of consciousness? Has your memory changed?" A Jianglong smiled.

Abu was so angry that blue veins on his forehead came out, trying to suppress his anger, and then shook his head vigorously.

"Oh? There is no memory overlap? It's no wonder! You, the apprentice, have been planting the descent of the soul for six years, and the mutual agreement is very high. Now this personality change should only be temporary, and it should be restored after a while Now." A Jianglong smiled and said slowly.

It turned out that as early as six years ago, when Sommeron received the disciple of Abu, he had already planted a descent on the opponent.

This long-lost head-down technique is weird and magical, and it is also known as the substitution of death. When the subject dies, the soul can instantly transfer to the secondary body of the planted head, destroying his soul and occupying the opponent's body.

And the supernatural power that Abu has always been complacent about before, the technology that can communicate with the divine master at a long distance with divine consciousness, is just a side effect of the separation of souls.

The other party wants to use this useful body, of course, it needs to be regularly adjusted and maintained.

The reason why Abu was so detached under the mentor of the gods was actually because he had been planted with the spirit of separation.

"Help me!" After turning his soul, Sommeron stared and said bitterly.

A Jianglong shook his head, his smile gradually reduced, and he said solemnly: "Somerlon, can't death let you learn your lesson? If you are still so uncomfortable, I don't mind letting you die again. Once, fall into the eternal night!"