Chapter 1181: ? End hatred

"Name?"
In the circle of fire outside the palace, a simple Kama Taj office appeared.
Outside the circle of fire, there are symbiotes that bite and fight with each other. They are eager for each other's genes and energy. Without the constraints of black sword commands, their evolutionary instinct controls them.
Not to mention that these symbionts are still constantly splitting out spores to multiply their offspring. This planet is like being infected by an alien. It will not be cleaned without great effort, but Su Ming is too lazy to take care of it.
He asked the cloak to rescue the living from the chaotic battlefield like a claw machine, and let Monak release the wall of fire formed by the Fire of Falting again, and isolate a large open space at the entrance of the palace.
Then he announced to the rescued gods that they had regained their freedom, Geer's family had all died, and the Supreme Master from the earth had saved them.
However, if they want to leave this huge steamer planet, they can buy the usage fee for the portal, not for money, but they have to exchange something.
At this time, Su Ming was carrying a table at the door of Geer’s house. On the table were piles of magic contracts witnessed by Emperor Weishan. The yellow-faced gods lined up in front of him, paying one by one. Own price.
You don't want to pay the price. You can turn this planet around if you want to go out of the fire circle and fight the symbiote.
Just rely on a few good words, call a few heroes, want to be saved? How can there be such a good thing!
At this moment, he was facing a billowing ‘victim’ who reluctantly purchased the so-called ‘Kama Taj Transport Service’. Hearing the death knell’s question, he answered with a straw-like mouth:
"Qidelong Dongqiang."
"Huh? I asked your name. You sing Northeast Disco with me."
Su Ming slapped the Godslayer on the tabletop, and the electric current on the weapon suddenly scorched the tabletop.
The Godkiller also has his own consciousness, but it is very primitive, like a beast, only has the desire for blood, and it is far from the level of cunning Black Sword. But the two have one thing in common, they are both forged to kill the gods.
Although I don't know what Northeast Disco is, this can recognize how powerful this weapon is, and his round face shows a wry smile: "My name is Qi Delong Dongqiang."
"Is my translation machine malfunctioning? Someone really calls this name, why don't you call it Nicholas Zhao Si?" Su Ming filled out the contract with a funny expression: "Tell me what you will do, let's talk about it. condition."
"Our gods are all obsessed with music. My name is actually a melody." The said aggrievedly: "What I am good at is percussion."
Su Ming nodded, it seems that it was because of the vibration of the percussion and the frequency restraint symbiote that Black Sword raised him.
"Okay, I signed the contract. After you go back, take the time to send me a hundred sheets of music to the Earth Kama Taj. We'll even be even."
The bulging was overjoyed. He thought he was going to bleed heavily. He didn't expect that the death knell would only need music scores. He hurriedly agreed, signed the contract, and pressed his fingerprints.
"Go and report the coordinates to the magician, on what planet in that star system, and then go home and rest, next one!"
Su Ming waved his hand, he didn't need other people's gratitude, because the of percussion obviously couldn't knock out any oil and water, so it's better to use it as an example to encourage more gods to trade.
Seeing that the first in the line didn't pay a decent price, the more gods in the back were relieved. After all, some of them even the gods were destroyed by the godslayer, and only the lonely people might not be able to take it. What is valuable.
But if the Supreme Master wants only what they are best at, then they can pay the price, and at the same time agree that the death knell is a good person.
So all the gods came to report their names and be registered by the death knell, and then took out the bargaining chips they could provide in exchange for freedom.
There are no decent gods. They are the gods of alien plants, the gods of long hands and feet, and the gods of industriousness. Sometimes Su Ming doesn't know what price to pay.
I can only sigh that Hei Jian's vision is really unique, these people can probably only be slaves if they are caught and raised.
But at least the death knell can sign a thousand-year-old intelligence agreement with them, and if you have time, you can ask them for information on the planet, which is not a loss.
"Name."
Su Ming lowered his head to fill in regular items on the document, and casually asked another who came before him.
"Guckoo, I am the of acrobatics, I am the best at tossing the ball."
A green skin with four legs and four arms, and a face like a frog answered.
"Huh?" Su Ming raised his head and saw a face with a pleasing smile. He also smiled: "Wait for you, I will arrange VIP service for you later."
The frog shook his heart, and the red eyepiece of the death knell showed an unknown light, and he felt that he was seen through. But the death knell called for the next one directly, and he could only stand aside nervously and wait.
Until all the gods were sent away, the Supreme Mage picked up the artifact on the table, slowly rubbed the blade in his hand, tilted his head and looked at him silently.
The atmosphere was getting colder and colder until the mustache mage who was in charge of opening the portal walked over with tears.
"Why are you keeping this guy?"
Monak has launched many ultra-long-distance teleports, and his children have died a large number of times. Now they are very sad.
Su Ming turned the godkiller into a drill and then into a big scissors: "This kid wants to lie to me, he says he is the of acrobatics."
"Do you know him?" Monak looked at the frog up and down, and felt that there was no problem. The four arms are indeed suitable for performing acrobatics: "Could it be another evil god?"
Su Ming pointed to the artificial moon in the sky: "His works are hanging in the sky. He is the of bombs."
"That's it." Monak touched his moustache and took out his handkerchief to wipe his sweat: "Then you decide, let me say, he just helped Geer build a bomb, but it hasn't detonated yet. Well, not a bad person."
How to arrange the Geer family is more critical, and why waste time with such useless gods.
"You are a good person and addicted to doing good deeds? Go ahead." Su Ming waved Monak back like a fly, and made his own condition to the frog: "You made this kind of bomb for Geer, I want ten The power of each one can blow up the earth."
"Wh...what?" The frog god's legs softened, and only to make one, its divine power was hollowed out. Ten such bombs might as well kill it.
Su Ming observed its embarrassment, but when discussing business, the lion must first open his mouth and then slowly talk about it.
What he was looking for was the of bombs.
"You don't need to give it all at once. In this way, we will deliver the goods in ten times. According to the earth time, we will deliver one piece a year. This time is okay?"
I thought the frog would bargain, but maybe he was persecuted by Geer too deeply. At this time, he was eager to leave here. He just hesitated for a while, turned his head and looked at the symbiont that was biting each other outside the wall of fire, and immediately hit it. He shuddered, nodding hurriedly and agreed.
After signing, the death knell enthusiastically shook his hand and shook it, saying that he had done a great favor, and then he was sent away confusedly by the mage, holding only a piece of paper in his hand, writing the place and date of delivery .
After the cloak returned, it was confirmed that there were no other gods on the planet, and some of them had entered the belly of the symbiote.
Su Ming showed a sad smile and took Monak back to the palace to meet the Geer family. At this time Geer had woke up, was being supported by his wife to eat, and looked very weak.
And Agel still held the cave fruit, wanting to play with those motionless skeletons.
Su Ming walked to Geer and looked at his Voldemort-like face: "Have you figured out where to go next? This planet is probably not suitable for survival, and symbiosis without thinking will soon fill here."
"Oh, I saw it too, but where can I go?"
Geer was a little at a loss. He had offended too many gods. If a knew that he was not dead, then the next trouble would be big.
Su Ming was prepared early. He smiled and took out some earth food from his pockets to share with them: "It's easy, just go to an atheistic world. I have a friend who owns a planet where technology and art are used. The world has never believed in any gods."
"But what can I do?" Geer watched his son eating a barbecued bird with a greasy mouth and looked down at his pale and thin hands: "In addition to hunting and picking cave fruits , Nothing."
Su Ming handed him a bottle of vigorous drink and motioned him to relax: "I taught your son an important skill. I also gave him this skeleton team. When you get to a new place, you only need to learn how to cave fruit balls. Just play, and then cooperate with that king to develop this sports business. I have already said everything for that, food, water, housing, nothing you worry about."
"Why? Why are you so good to us?" Geer raised his head in a daze, looking at the death knell of black and yellow masks.
I saw the death knell shook his head and replied in a plain tone: "I have seen too many tragedies, so I don't want to create new tragedies. The world is dark enough."
"Thank you, I understand."
Geer lowered his head with some shame. It was only after losing the black sword that he gradually remembered what he had done for so many years. The craziness subsided, and the human side was revealed again.
He originally only wanted to avenge his wife and children, but he didn't know when this goal would be to kill all the gods in the universe?
When he killed the who deceived himself, and when his wife and children returned to him, he actually had no reason for revenge.
"Don't thank me, I'm not a good person. Your mother sacrificed herself to let you live because of loving you, but now you can live because I feel the love of your wife and son for you, life is precious , Don't waste it."
Su Ming sighed and revealed his face. He looked at Geer's face with one eye and said very seriously, and the little black bean sprouts on his shoulders kept nodding to agree with the host's statement.
If it were to eat Geer and the Black Sword at that time, it would be easier than it is now. Since it has worked hard, it doesn't want to let its hard work be wasted.
"I know, I will accompany my family in the rest of my life. I will be a good husband and a good father." Geer took his wife's hand, and took the oily face of Agel into his arms, pale. A long-lost warm smile appeared on his face.
Yes, he had lost a lot of things in the past, was trapped in a whirlpool of hatred, and actually ignored that the most precious thing was always around.
It won't be anymore. Their family will start a new life. This time he will live for love.
"Because you used to be the host of the symbiotic body, it has swallowed so many gods, and your body is equivalent to receiving divine transformation. You are still growing up in this life." Su Mingchao, who was full of touched Monak, waved his He prepared the portal of Spartacus: "Remember today when you are born again, and don't let your family down."
Su Mingchao Aya smiled, and then reached out and rubbed the child's head, and pushed the family of three into the purple portal. There you can see Jason and the chief executive in dresses~EbookFREE.me~ are all smiling. Waiting for the new national team coach.
Then the purple light ended, and everything returned to silence.
Monak took out his pipe and patted it, filling it with new tobacco: "Aren't you going to tell him that his wife and children are actually symbionts?"
Su Ming smiled and shook his head, hooked the magic prince's shoulder and left the palace, dropping some time bombs.
"Whether it is a symbiote or not, they are all his relatives. Sometimes the truth is not important. Besides, the symbiote itself has infinite possibilities. How can you prove that they are not Gehr's wife and children?"
Monak also laughed and walked beside the death knell with a cane: "I can't prove that, but I can prove that you are a good person."
"Fuck off, you cast too frequently today and started talking nonsense. Go back and exchange Casillas, and then he will follow me."
Su Ming snatched the beard wax from Monak's pocket and kicked him away.