Chapter 162 Once you come, I will kill once
Want him to die here again?
hehe!
How frivolous and arrogant is this?
Qin Mo hardly concealed his inner thoughts. When he saw the fake Qin Mo, he smiled and assumed a condescending posture.
Obviously, he is quite confident and not afraid of himself.
Fake Qin Mo suddenly had such a clear understanding in his heart, recalling what he was like when he first pulled Qin Mo into a dream, and then looked at the person in front of him now.
He had to admit that Qin Mo had indeed made great progress.
It is rumored that his growth rate is very fast, it seems that it is not a lie.
Thinking of this, the corner of Fake Qin Mo's mouth couldn't help revealing an extremely cold smile, and sneered:
"Hasn't an adult taught you that those who speak harsh words usually die quickly?"
"Sorry, not really."
Qin Mo's face remained unchanged, the smile on the corner of his mouth became more intense, and he shook his head slowly.
At the same time, the moment his voice just hit the ground, he suddenly disappeared on the bed, like a wild ghost in the middle of the night.
When he reappeared, he had already come to the left hand side of the fake Qin Mo, with the five fingers of his right hand tightly clenched, his elbow bent and stretched back, and a powerful punch straight to the door.
Jingle.
The crisp sound of gold and iron clashing suddenly rang in the ears, shocking the soul.
I saw that this punch didn't get what it wanted, it smashed the fake Qin Mo's head into a puddle of paste, and the fist landed on the blade of a pitch-black dagger.
It turned out that at the critical moment, the fake Qin Mo stretched out his left hand like lightning, and at the same time, the power of darkness surged rapidly, and a dagger appeared in his hand, blocking Qin Mo's fist.
The huge impact force was condensed in a small point, and circles of air waves suddenly sprayed out in all directions.
But because this is in a false dream constructed, there is no large-scale destruction, and both parties can do their best.
"Heh, the power is not bad, but it's a pity to use it on your body, why don't you let me replace you, so that you can see how much potential there is in your body, what do you think?"
Fake Qin Mo said with a smile, he raised his right hand, lightly clasped his index finger and thumb, and slid slowly.
Pata.
There was a snap of fingers that resounded in the ear and suddenly snapped.
Immediately afterwards, one after another, pitch-black figures gradually appeared in the bedroom.
These phantoms are all facing Qin Mo's face, they look exactly like him, with the corners of their mouths slightly raised, showing a strange smile.
"You are not you, we are you."
Dozens of phantoms said in unison, and at the same time raised their right fists together, made the same movement as Qin Mo just now, and aimed at his body.
"What do you think... you have the right to reject me?"
The fake Qin Mo who was holding a dagger asked lightly with sarcasm in his eyes.
When the voice fell to the ground, he didn't wait for Qin Mo to answer, and his mind moved quietly.
In the next second, countless figures in the bedroom disappeared instantly, leaving only afterimages in place, while Qin Mo was surrounded by dense black fists.
As he said, Qin Mo has no right to refuse.
This is a dream he made up, and he is the creator **** here!
If he wants Qin Mo to die, then Qin Mo will never live.
but…
His memory is obviously not very good.
It has only been a few days, and I have already forgotten the painful experience of being pierced by a sword in my dream last time.
This is indeed a dream he fabricated, but the owner of the dream has never been him, but...
Qin Mo!
Pata.
Another snap of fingers quietly rang, resounding throughout the bedroom, and seemed to ring directly in the heart of fake Qin Mo.
A strong premonition swept over him like a raging tide, Fake Qin Mo couldn't help frowning slightly, his eyes were serious.
"Do you think... you have the right to be arrogant with me in my dream?"
Qin Mo raised his head slightly, looked down at him, his eyes were full of pity and disdain, and he didn't take him seriously.
After his words fell to the ground, countless long swords shining with cold light appeared out of thin air behind those dozens of phantoms, and pierced their backs at a faster speed!
At the same time, within this ten-thousandth of a second.
Qin Mo disappeared in place again, and appeared behind the fake Qin Mo strangely, with his left hand gently on his shoulder.
No one knows how he changed his position. It seems that he has always stood there, and it seems that he has such a posture and movement from the beginning.
By the moment Fake Qin Mo reacted, the cold touch on his shoulders had already flowed down his body to his heart, as if to freeze all the blood in his body.
"Oops!"
Fake Qin Mo thought so from the bottom of his heart, his face suddenly changed drastically, the dagger in his hand made a dexterous butterfly turn over, forced his backhand upside down, trying to attack Qin Mo in vain.
Unfortunately, it was already too late.
The sound of crisp friction came to the ears inch by inch, it was the sound of sharp instruments cutting through flesh and bones.
Fake Qin Mo's pupils widened suddenly, his face was full of unbelievable doubts, he slowly lowered his head, looking at the sword edge that pierced through the left chest, very incomprehensible.
Still the same way of death, still the same ending.
Histories are always surprisingly similar, and fate seems to be full of various coincidences.
All in all, he died under Qin Mo's sword again, which can be described as extremely aggrieved.
"Ho..."
Fake Qin Mo opened his mouth, and from his throat came the unpleasant sound of iron chains rubbing against each other.
"I said don't be too arrogant, find out whose territory this is, if you still dare to come, I can kill you again, in short, I will kill you as many times as you come.
Sooner or later, you in the real world will also die in my hands. "
Qin Mo lay beside his ear, whispering softly like a demon. At the same time, he pushed the long sword in his right hand three inches forward, and then pushed it lightly with his left hand.
boom!
The body of the fake Qin Mo hit the floor heavily.
It seems that because of excessive force, his head was smashed and fell off, like a ball, rolled to the side of the bed with a grunt, his eyes turned down to Qin Mo.
"Why can you tamper with the underlying rules I made up? How high is your spiritual power?"
Fake Qin Mo asked loudly, his tone full of indescribable shock and deep disbelief.
However, Qin Mo didn't bother to talk nonsense with him at all.
He can now be sure that killing the opponent in the dream world will not kill the opponent at all, and there will still be any troubles in the future.
So, Qin Mo went straight to the side of the head, and saw him put his hands in his pockets, slowly raised his right leg, stared at the fake Qin Mo coldly, and said lightly:
"Should I say it or not, there is so much nonsense."
As soon as the words landed, he volleyed out with his raised right leg, and kicked **** the top of his head.
Whoosh!
Fake Qin Mo's head was kicked out of the window like a real leather ball at this moment, flying hundreds of miles in an instant.
Boom!
The whole dream also trembled at this time, and began to gradually collapse like last time.
Qin Mo looked calm and his eyes were indifferent.
The next moment, he slowly opened his eyes, only to see an incomparably deep darkness as far as he could see, with silence in all directions, and an occasional breeze blowing past the window.
Obviously, Qin Mo had returned to the real world, and the corners of his mouth could not help but curl up slowly, revealing a faint smile.
He is quite satisfied with his performance in the dream just now.
The mental perception and mental barrier were much stronger than the last time, just as he expected, and indeed gave the mysterious awakening of the spiritual system a big surprise.
"I don't know if I'm satisfied with this gift." Qin Mo said to himself in his heart, the smile on the corner of his mouth became more and more intense.
After that, he closed his eyes again and fell into a deep dream.
At the same time, on the top floor of Li's Castle, the second ancestor was sitting leisurely here, still the same as before.
The warm evening wind that blew past his body in the middle of the night, it was like blowing air, just passed through his body, as if he didn't exist at all.
"Such a powerful spiritual power is really rare in the world among non-spiritual awakeners."
Li Er looked at the yellowed ancient scroll in his hand, and whispered softly.
Obviously, although everything just happened in Qin Mo's dream, the Second Patriarch was not completely unaware.
And he also clearly knew that in the brief confrontation just now, it was Qin Mo who won the overwhelming victory.
One thing said one thing, which surprised him.
As early as a few days ago in Daqin Prison, he had already been surprised by this matter, but at that time he never expected that Qin Mo would show such a powerful strength again.
You know, the genetic fluctuations tonight are nearly twice as strong as last time, which means that the awakened person of the spiritual system has used more powerful power.
But in front of Qin Mo, he still didn't get any benefit, and was completely crushed from beginning to end.
For a while, the second ancestor was also a little unclear whether Qin Mo was deliberately hiding his clumsiness before, or if he really grew up so fast.
Rao is Li Er who is well-informed, but it is really difficult to distinguish, which is indeed beyond his cognition.
"This kid...doesn't he have any shortcomings?"
Li Er muttered something in a low voice, his eyebrows sank slightly, and he was a little depressed.
After all, although he is the peak of the Great Heavenly King, he also has shortcomings, and he is not an invincible hexagonal warrior.
But no matter which possibility it is, it doesn't affect Qin Mo's strength enough.
For the Second Patriarch, the stronger Qin Mo was, the better.
Thinking of this, Li Er smiled brightly.
He put away the scroll in his hand, stood up, took three or two steps forward, and stood on the edge of the top floor of the castle.
Li Er folded his hands behind his back and looked straight into the distance with his eyes. His pupils looked obscure, and he didn't know what he was looking at.
"Heavenly king-level spiritual awakener, who the **** is it?"
He murmured softly.
…
…
Psychic awakened people are the rarest in number, the rarest in the world, the most bizarre abilities, and the most mysterious identities.
The Awakeners of this department are different from the other two departments. It is very difficult for them to be promoted to S-rank. Even if they are lucky enough to be promoted to S-rank, it is almost impossible to cross the wide abyss in front of the Heavenly King's Gate.
Now, there is actually a heavenly king-level spiritual awakener in the imperial capital.
If this news is revealed, it will inevitably cause a huge shock, and the major families will probably fall into uneasiness.
After all, no one knows how powerful a heavenly king-level spiritual awakener is, and no one knows what weird and unpredictable special abilities he can use.
The unknown often represents fear.
Persecution paranoia will cause all forces to turn their heads, and first clear this spiritual king out of the game.
Deng Xujie is well aware of this.
And he knows one more thing, which is…
He is going to die soon.
As the director of the logistics bureau, if it weren't for the surprise that Qin Mo prepared for him, he really didn't want to give up this identity.
You must know that the Logistics Bureau is not just a cat or a dog. It is a truly important department, and its role is greater than that of the Mechanical and Political Department, and the status of the director is quite high.
Unfortunately, it finally took this step.
At this moment, in the bathroom on the second floor of his private residence, Deng Xujie was sitting on the toilet with extremely cold eyes.
He slowly clenched his five fingers, and he had killed Qin Mo a thousand or eight hundred times in his heart, and he had deep resentment and hatred for him.
"damn it…"
Deng Xujie cursed in a low voice, and black blood quietly flowed out of his nostrils.
He turned a blind eye to this, and didn't even wipe it off. He just continued talking to himself:
"This kid's spiritual power is far stronger than I imagined. It seems that if you want to completely parasitize him, you need to use some small means."
While speaking, his eyes kept fluctuating back and forth, obviously he was already calculating in his heart.
But it was still difficult to conceal his inner disbelief. Qin Mo today really shocked him.
As the second ancestor said, in order to be sure, he directly used double the mental power to construct the dream, forcibly induced Qin Mo to enter a deep sleep, and completely exposed the deepest spiritual body.
But even so, he still failed to achieve his goal in the end, and was forcibly erased from the dream by Qin Mo in a very humiliating way.
Now I have to get another Director of the Logistics Bureau...
It can only be said to be a blood loss.
But because of this, it also strengthened his thoughts.
Must be successfully parasitized by Qin Mo!
Otherwise, the two people he died would be a pure loss.
Furthermore, the stronger Qin Mo showed, the more terrifying his talent was.
This is a good blank, just him alone can be worth tens of thousands of people.
Thinking of this, Deng Xujie slowly narrowed his eyes, two sharp cold lights flashed in his eyes, but a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth instead.
Immediately afterwards, the smile on his face stopped abruptly, every pore of his ears, eyes, mouth, nose, and even his whole body seeped black blood, turning him into a blood man in an instant.
Deng Xujie, the current director of the Logistics Bureau, died!
(end of this chapter)