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Someone said softly, "There are far, far more people with potential being cultivated, invested in, and born than before."
"And this time, we have only one goal."
"That is to protect all the players who have obtained the audience qualification and the players who have been recognized by the temple from the countless coveted terrorist forces, and then let them leave safely."
"After laying the groundwork for so long, it's finally time."
The middle-aged man said softly.
Whether it was lobbying various forces, contacting the Sunset Spirit King, or looking for traveling merchants, it was all for this critical moment.
And at the same time.
Every world in this world is suddenly illuminated by endless auroras.
Someone looked at the chaos in the distance. The light radiated to the entire world, and he spoke slowly and softly:
"The day of the audience."
“It’s about to start.”
Title: My Practice in America
Recommendation: A book by a good brother, add some flow, the author is old, highly recommended (synopsis: Li Ang, who died suddenly due to the torture of social life, reopened America. This time he wanted to live a different life and find out where the limit of human beings is. Contains: arm wrestling competition, slapping competition, strongman competition, UFC mixed martial arts)
Chapter 191 The audience begins!!
At this moment, many monsters are excitedly transporting a large number of monsters back to their final home.
The tentacle man looked at the huge and abundant corpse of the pollution monster and fell into silence for a long time.
along the way.
The tentacle man also learned about a series of events that had happened in these days.
"A group of people suddenly appeared. Under the leadership of a young man, they worked hard to complete the task, wiped out all the polluting monsters, and made an outstanding contribution to the last home."
There was a strange smile: ".Mr. Manager, they are all very good people."
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The tentacle man remained silent. He understood that the real focus was this young man.
Who is he?
Why did he do this?
In order to figure this out, the tentacle man looked towards his familiar last home in the distance. He had finally arrived.
Although there are various scars along the way, at least everything seems to be safe here.
"It's the Administrator!"
"you are back!"
"Welcome home, Mr. Administrator!"
The eyes of many monsters lit up, and expressions of respect and joy appeared on everyone's face.
The tentacle man also nodded slightly:
"This time, I brought back a lot of things that can help our last home survive. I will make arrangements and explain them later."
"But the most important thing now is..."
The tentacle man arrived outside the last house. He looked at the closed door silently, then reached out and pushed it open.
He had to deal with his daughter's situation first.
I just quietly collected some highly active flesh and blood from many strange corpses. Now it’s time to replace my daughter’s body in a month.
"daughter."
"I'm back."
But there was no light in the dark inner hall, and there was no response from his daughter as before.
The tentacle man's heart suddenly tightened.
"A Ling? Are you there?"
"A Ling!"
His voice became louder and more rapid. In public, he was a respected and calm manager, but in reality, he would lose his composure when it came to his daughter.
"A Ling is dead."
A vague voice sounded lightly.
The tentacle man froze and looked into the darkness, but he could see nothing. He said in a trembling voice, "Who are you? What are you talking about!"
"I said, A Ling is dead."
The calm voice made the tentacle man furious, and he suddenly roared: "Bullshit!"
His tentacles burst out with terrifying power, surpassing the aura of the Sequence Eight monsters he had encountered before, and they directly attacked the source of the sound!
But all I heard was the loud sound of the wall breaking, but no one was hit.
The voice slowly appeared from another direction:
"The body made of monster flesh and blood has turned her into a monster that dares not leave the darkness. She is suffering both physical and mental torture every minute and every second."
"If this isn't death, then what is it?"
The tentacle man's body trembled, but his eyes were red: "I understand, you are the outsider they mentioned, the leader of that group of people, but no matter what you did, I just want to tell you that A Ling is none of your business!! It has nothing to do with you, give her back to me!"
"is it?"
The voice sighed softly:
"Sorry, it really does matter."
The sound of footsteps slowly began.
The tentacle man's whole body trembled suddenly, and he stared at the person in front of him with his eyes wide open in disbelief.
"I remember you promised to let it go, promised to let her rest in peace. Promised to let it go."
In the dim light, a figure appeared in the tentacle man's sight in the gloomy environment, approaching and speaking softly:
"But now it has become like this. Your so-called redemption and fatherly love are nothing but selfishness, darkness and pity."
The tentacle man was trembling all over.
He can turn a blind eye if anyone in this world criticizes his behavior or scolds him for being selfish.
But he was not qualified to refute the person in front of him.
because.
Whether it is the strange organization or the resurrection of his daughter, the source of all hope comes from the person in front of him.
"Su Buxian"
The tentacle man uttered three words tremblingly. His face was pale, and he was happy to meet an old friend, but also mixed with guilt and shame. "How could it be you?"
Su Qi looked at him silently.
Compared with the tentacle man two years ago, he has less literary and artistic temperament and more solidity, mixed with a sense of heaviness.
"So, now everything is done by you," the tentacle man said with a complicated tone.
No matter whether it is the various mission orders for the last home, or the transportation of the corpses of polluted monsters, nothing would be easy to do without my daughter's instructions.
If it was the person in front of him, then he would understand.
The original desire to fight turned into a weak and humble attitude.
The tentacle man slowly knelt on the ground with his head hanging down.
"Why, do you want to mop the floor?" Su Qi said softly.
"I know"
The tentacle man's voice trembled slightly: "Now everything is my fault. I am stubborn and stubborn. I am selfish and can't let go."
"No matter what I have to pay, even my life, I can give it to you!"
"But now I want to see my daughter, to see Aling."
"I beg you"
Suki looked at him.
This guy hasn't changed as always. It was because of his daughter that the two of them were able to reach a complete cooperation.
Now the same thing seems to be happening again.
"Kneeling is really familiar."
"But I'm sorry, I can't let your daughter meet you now."
The tentacle man's face changed slightly, and his voice was anxious: "But Xiao A Ling's condition has reached the stage of decay. If she can't be replaced in time, she will really die."
Su Qi: "Don't worry, I said we won't meet now, it's not a life-and-death separation."
"after all."
Su Qi paused and said, "Xiao A Ling is still recharging her batteries and adapting to her new body at the same time."
The tentacle man's eyes suddenly widened: "A Ling is okay?"
"and"
He stammered, "And a new body?"
"In five minutes, go to your laboratory to meet her. Of course, I'll give you a heads up first, so don't be too happy too soon." Su Qi said softly.
But the tentacle man couldn't wait five minutes and immediately went to the laboratory excitedly.
Su Qi looked at his back and said to himself:
"Brother Priest, the words I just said to him during my critique and education were quite good. Remember to copy them down and write them into the epic biography of the Buxianren Cult Leader."
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