Chapter 117: World Seven: Apocalypse restarts

"This is against me," Han Yanyan said. "How can a person who lacks feelings overthrow the monarchy for the benefit of the people?"
"It's too contradictory, logically, it can't be established. So I think that what the Duke wants to overthrow the imperial system will definitely not be something like democracy."
"So, I ventured to think about the Duke ... what was he after?"
"Oh?" The servant official frowned. "So what's the answer to your guess?"
Han Yanyan glanced at the man. This man is masculine, resolute, and holds power.
"It was only a vague conjecture, and I even thought it was ridiculous, and I wanted to overthrow it." She said, "But then ... when I see a man like you, I will be bound by something like" the oath ", so I feel Probably ... the truth is felt. "
She looked up, staring at the servant's eyes, and asked, "Only white clothes can make the enemy's blood more beautiful?"
The attendant watched the woman for a long time.
His response gave Han Yanyan the answer, and she nodded: "Sure enough."
She said, "I probably figured it out for the Duke. If nothing else, he should be able to wake up in the next world. If it weren't for Leo Parker's pretense to hide, he could wake up earlier Come."
The attendant exhaled a long breath, squeezed her hat, and said solemnly, "Please, please."
Han Yanyan's expression faded.
He entrusted her with such an important matter, but he did not report it. The attendant himself felt ashamed.
He put on his hat, lowered his brim, and whispered "Sorry ..." before disappearing from the space.
Han Yanyan entered the process of building the world.
In the dark space, countless data streams were glowing with blue light, passing by her side by side, one by one.
Li Zhou appeared beside her, holding her hand.
"What kind of world are you going to build this time? Who is it for him?"
Li Zhou is the one with whom Han Yanyan can reach now, who is most consistent with her interests. Trust is not based on feelings, but on a common predicament and a common goal. Because of this commonality, it becomes a companion.
"I don't need to worry about that mind." Han Yanyan said, "No matter what kind of person is set up, he is actually in his bones. The so-called person set is just to facilitate plot advancement and emotional development. Now I know what kind of person he is There is no need to do those people. "
She stared at those data streams and selected one of them: "Just copy the world directly."
"A failed world?" Li Zhou was surprised.
"The reason for the failure is not in the world, but in myself. In the world I built, I set myself as the weak." Han Yanyan sighed, "Stupid fool!"
Li Zhou smiled: "What about this time?"
"His people do not need to change, this person is so arrogant that he can only accept people such as 'strong', 'leader'. If not for him in the last world, 'grow up side by side with stars' I'm afraid that you can't lie to those weak years. "Han Yanyan said, and clenched Li Zhou's hand," I will arrange a role for you this time. "
"what?"
Han Yanyan looked at those data streams and smiled.
"I once conceived an eschatological story. A young girl named Han Yanyan, wearing a pure white cotton skirt with a literary atmosphere of youth and pain, and a set of awesome systems, swept the last days with awesome power . "
"The setting of this article is invincible, not a growth heroine. I don't know how to communicate with Leo Parker at the beginning, it's crooked like that."
"However, as an author, becoming the heroine of his own writing, and real person interpreting his own brain, what else can be better?"
The world restarts, making minor adjustments. Han Yanyan plunged into the world.
Li Zhou ticked. This is the first time that he is not a character attached to him and is a quiet experiencer, but has his own character.
He also plunged into the world.
World construction is complete.
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Han Yanyan opened his eyes and was in a narrow alley surrounded by dilapidated buildings. Xiao Se's style evokes many memories of Han Yanyan many years ago, which is exactly the same as the original scene.
Looking down, it really is exactly the same white sarong, full of middle and second breath.
"System, are you there?" Han Yanyan meditated in his heart.
"Yes. Master, what do you need?" Li Zhou answered earnestly. For the first time, I got the role of Masaru, and the new actor worked very hard and was serious.
Han Yanyan couldn't help laughing.
"On the line," she said, "so, let's get started."
A white cotton skirt and a long black eschatological girl took her system out of the narrow alley. At this time, there were many people on the streets of the black market. In order to survive and sell their own women, hawkers with branded bags and diamond jewellery who only need to exchange a piece of biscuit, come and go to ordinary people with vigilant eyes, forming an eschatological scene.
Han Yanyan's gaze crossed these people and shot across the street.
Even in the eschatological environment, places like "dining houses" still exist. Of course, the chef has nothing but cookware, not only the ingredients, but also the seasonings. The chef sells a craft and charges a processing fee to make a living.
Even if people starve to death every day, there is always someone who can afford to eat.
Every time he returned home, Ding Yao and his relatives would come to this restaurant to beat teeth. This is just as common as killing zombies, searching for supplies, and sleeping women.
This is obviously his normal life now, but somehow, today Ding Yao felt extraordinarily irritable and had an inexplicable irritability. He didn't know where he came from, but he was still in his chest.
Surrounded by his cronies, he walked out of the restaurant and came to the side of the road. This group of men is full and ready to go back to sleep.
Ding Yao suddenly stood still.
Under the yellow street lamp, he didn't know why, and looked subconsciously across the street.
Through the silhouettes, across the road, a young girl came out of the narrow alley, with a beautiful face and a cold temperament. The white cotton skirt was incompatible with everything around her.
Ding Yao's gaze was fixed on the girl.
The girl stood by the street, her eyes cast.
Two people's eyes collided in the air across the crowd.
The girl has a sense of cleanliness that is incompatible with the last days, and naturally she will not be noticed by Ding Yao alone.
The plot hasn't changed at all. The fire man in the last round laughed and came forward to make an inquiry. "Hey, you, you, what's the price? Two hoes?"
Han Yanyan ignored him and walked towards Ding Yao.
"Don't go." The man grabbed two steps, blocking Han Yanyan's way, and said with a smile, "It's too little, I'll add you a pack of instant noodles."
Han Yanyan said, "Get off."
The man hippie smiled and said, "Don't roll." After that, he reached out to pull Han Yanyan.
The fingertips had not yet touched Han Yanyan, and a flower flew before him.
Han Yanyan closed his legs, and the white cotton skirt was scattered like a flower. People don't know whether to look at the skirt or the beautiful and powerful moon receding.
Han Yanyan demonstrated the force in one blow, and the four fellows of the fire department surrounded him. In this round, they lost the mood of playing cats and mice in the previous round. They all looked serious. Some people gave birth to thorns, and some people twined with light.
They confronted Han Yanyan, and estimated her strength.
The atmosphere in the street became tense and people backed up.
"Smelly bitch, shame your face!" The fire-sexing man stood up, covering his kicked and swollen face, because he lost two teeth and talked a little.
These days, where do you go to find a dentist to fill your teeth. When the fire man was angry, the two big fireballs flew towards Han Yanyan. The fireball burned fiercely, making a red light fast in the air. The crowd exclaimed, and even his companions were worried that the woman's face would be burned.
But a water curtain appeared in the air, which was blocking the way of the fireball. The fireball passed quickly through the water curtain, and two beeps turned into two black smokes.
"Water system." The fire-mate's companion relaxed.
The water system is considered a weak power.
Another companion warned: "Be careful, it may be a dual ability."
The boxing and kung fu are more powerful, the enemy can not be attacked from a long distance. This woman is too fearless, and it is impossible to rely on only one water system, and she should have other reliance.
But their voices hadn't stopped yet, and the fire man suddenly panicked.
Everyone's attention was attracted by the extinguished fireball and black smoke. They did not notice that the water curtain did not disappear, but turned into a stream of water, and went straight to the fire department's men's door under the shadow of the night, turning into a The water polo is covered on the face of the fire department man!
As soon as the man in the fire department opened his mouth, the water entered his nose and mouth, and he immediately lost oxygen. He panicked and patted the door with his hands in panic, but the water kept on his face no matter how he shot.
His two companions snatched up and grabbed the water. The water was soft and invisible. It was broken by the touch of three hands. After being broken, it was attracted to the face of the fire male, and he was drowned when he saw it.
The other two people understood the situation and sweared and attacked Han Yanyan.
The thorns entangled in the arms of the wooden abilities suddenly exploded and rushed toward Han Yanyan like a snake. Faster than Thorns is the big electric ball of the electric ability basketball.
The two powers' assaults exclaimed the crowd around them. In this exclamation, a water curtain appeared in front of the white skirt girl.
But water can extinguish fires, can it resist wood and electric attacks?
However, the exclaimed voice had not yet fallen, and the moment the electric light ball hit the water curtain, the electric ability was shocked and fell down with black smoke.
The white skirt girl quietly laid a thin waterline between the two by the shadow of the night in the stillness. When the electric light ball hit the water curtain, one end of the waterline was connected to the water curtain, and the other was connected to the electric ability. As a martial arts novel in the martial arts novel, it has also ruled his body.
At the same time, the thorns broke through the water curtain, and arrows came. Han Yanyan reached out and grabbed the thorns, but the thorns continued to grow, and immediately wrapped her arms around her wrists. The hard spurs pricked blood from her light-white arm.
The wood-powered person felt strange as soon as a little joy appeared in his eyes. His power can't urge in the thorn bar!
As the slender arm exuded blood, the thorns held by Han Yanyan suddenly contracted and narrowed, losing water and quickly withered.
That wither was like an infectious disease, and under the watchful eyes of people, it passed from one end of the thorns to the other. The dried thorns that had completely lost water were disconnected in the hands of the wood abilities, and also disconnected from Han Yanyan's arm, and fell to the ground and broke into several strands.
It all happened in just tens of seconds. At the feet of the wooden power lay the electric power dwarf who was blackened by electricity. He was accustomed to the thorns around his hands. At this moment, he looked at his empty hands and was stunned. Suddenly he came over and panicked and wanted to run.
The water polo condensed on his head. He desperately slapped his face.
The two men who were originally helping the fire department men were also rolling on the ground, slamming the water polo on their faces. Beside them, there was a drowning fire man.
People watched as the three men drowned on the road.
In a short time, five bodies were lying on the ground.
Ding Yao and his companions saw all this happen.
They were too late to decide whether a hero could save the beauty, and the incident had ended.
A girl in a white dress with a pair of beautiful legs walked slowly towards them, and walked up to the group of them, and stretched out a white, slender arm:
"Excuse me, is there any healing power, give it a treatment?"