Although he knew that this was a doomed result, in this way, this process was a little unacceptable to the master.

Before he could torture the king properly and avenge the bombing twice, the king simply killed himself.

Li Zi'an sighed: "The world is so beautiful, don't you remember it at all? How can you be so cruel to yourself, you tell me, you don't even need to say it, I am actually willing to do it for you." ”

The king was dead, but his heart did not have the slightest joy of killing the enemy, but felt a little empty.

Moreover, it also provoked a philosophical reflection.

Why can't humans live in peace with each other, and what is the meaning of war?

The master's mind is really worthy of respect.

As this philosophical thought flashed through his mind, the master suddenly raised his foot and stomped on the king's neck.

Click!

The king's cervical vertebra was completely severed in two.

It's a must.

In case the king is not dead, it will not be beautiful to sneak attack while he is not prepared.

So, how to make up for it.

The roar of a helicopter engine and the sound of a propeller churning the air were mixed in the sky.

The friendly forces are finally here.

Just like the plot in the movie, the protagonists who represent justice have all done the job, and a large number of reinforcements have arrived. At that time, the scene was usually spectacular, and the background music was good.

Li Zi'an raised his head, and his vision looked through the gap between the branches and leaves, and he saw two helicopters, one flying over the hill on his left, and the other from the hill on his right.

At this time, if he sent a signal, the two helicopters would be here soon, but there was no need for that.

And he still has a little personal work to do, and when friendly troops on the helicopter come, it is inconvenient for him.

Li Zi'an crouched down, reached out and scratched the king's face a few times, and then took off the bionic mask.

Beneath the mask was a pale face, and although he had just died, he felt like he had been dead for days.

Li Zi'an pulled off the king's windbreaker again.

He has been greedy for this trench coat for a long time, and the bulletproof trench coat that the armor-piercing bullet has not been able to penetrate completely, how can such a trophy not be in his pocket.

After taking off the trench coat, Li Zi'an suspected that the king's pants were also bulletproof, and was about to pull them off as well, but he saw scratches on the hems of his trousers, and then he gave up.

Branches can be cut, that's certainly not bulletproof.

There was nothing in the pocket of the trench coat, and there was a small cut in the chest from the armor-piercing bullet.

There is a similar small cut in the hem of the trench coat, which is where the armor-piercing bullet has been hit, but the damage is even less negligible.

Such a bulletproof effect may not be achieved even by the most advanced body armor at the moment.

"Could it be alien technology?" Li Zi'an thought came to his mind, and then he took off his tattered coat and put the king's trench coat on his own body.

The king was a few centimeters taller than him, but that didn't make a difference, he fit well on his body. With this trench coat, he no longer has to wear a bulletproof helmet and bulletproof cuirass in the future, and Tang's daughter-in-law also saves the trouble of repairing the armor.

After putting on the trench coat, Li Zi'an searched the king's body.

He took out some Chinese coins from the king's trouser pocket, a bag of Huazi, a lighter, and a gold coin that appeared to be a commemorative coin.

Li Zi'an stuffed the coins and lighters, as well as the bag of Huazi, back into the king's trouser pocket, leaving only the golden coin.

He took the golden coin in front of his eyes and looked at it carefully, and then found that the golden coin was not copper, nor gold, but was actually carved from a golden stone, with the tremolite component of jade, and had a faint translucent reaction in the sun.

Looking at the patterns and patterns on both sides of the coin, the obverse is a flame-like pattern, and there are intricate patterns around it.

The reverse of the coin is an Arabic numeral 5 with an intricate pattern around it.

Li Zi'an flipped the coin to the obverse again, and looked at the flame-shaped pattern again. He suddenly remembered something, the last time he used the Heavenly Prophecy to predict the destination of the compass, he saw himself in a secluded alley in Jerusalem, and then came to an ancient building with an identical pattern on the stone wall.

"This golden coin may have something to do with his construction, so let's put it away first. Li Zi'an easily put the coin into the pocket of his trench coat.

The king's upper body was only a tight-fitting undershirt, no pockets, and a small hole in his chest that had been punctured by an armor-piercing bullet, also stained red with blood.

This undershirt is obviously not body armor either.

Li Zi'an's gaze moved to the neckline of the base shirt, and a black rope entered his line of sight. He reached out and pulled the rope down, and at one end of the rope was a patina-colored key.

This color is a very sensitive presence for the Master.

Li Zi'an looked at it carefully again, and quickly confirmed that this key was not an embroidered copper key, but the kind of stone called the "World Stone".

The key has only three teeth, which looks very simple and simple.

He had a hunch that the key was not simple, it must be very important, otherwise the king would not have been able to wear it as a necklace around his neck.

Li Zi'an wanted to grab the key and use the Heaven Pushing Prophecy Technique, but in the end he endured it. Some time ago, he was unlucky, and now that he has finally transferred it, he doesn't want to reverse it again. Besides, now is not the time to use the Prophecy of the Heavens, and it may not be successful.

He put the key away.

At this point, the private work is done.

But just as he was about to send some signal to lure his allies over, a grain of white powder suddenly appeared on the king's forehead.

That's Tinder!

This is a completely unforeseen situation, but it is a normal situation.

When the host dies, Tinder will definitely find a new one. Huang Bo and Hank were an example, Huang Bo was shot in the head by Dong Xi, and he actually ran away, but he met Hank who went to Xindi to spy on intelligence, so he transferred to Hank.

If it weren't for the kick he had just stepped on and completely broken the king's cervical vertebrae, the king might have gotten up and run.

Suddenly, a grain of white powder leaped up from the king's forehead and hit the back of Li Zi'an's hand, only touching the skin, then reversed and plunged into the king's forehead. Immediately afterwards, the white powder that came out of it also fled into the king's forehead.

In this case, the white powder that had touched the back of the master's hand just now obviously saw the danger, brought the news back, and then beckoned its brothers to all hide.

Li Zi'an didn't expect this, but this unexpected situation made him realize the danger.

If it wasn't him standing here, but Dong Xi, or someone else, the king's body might have shifted. The king is one of the top killers in the world, and I am afraid it has something to do with the fire on his body, no matter who he is, it is a very dangerous thing.

If the fire on the king's body is on Dong Xi's body......

Li Zi'an didn't even want to think about it, Dong's daughter-in-law, who was already decisive, was afraid that her temperament would change drastically and become colder. Her emotional cells are not rich in the first place, and if she splits into a cold-blooded killer personality, he and her husband and wife life may not be harmonious at all.

It is a scourge to keep the fire on the king's body!

Li Zi'an squatted down and pressed the mechanism button, and the alloy spikes on the ring of the trap ring popped out.

The alloy spikes are smooth and smooth, without poison cream.

Li Zi'an directly pierced the alloy spike into the king's forehead, and then cut the skin on the king's forehead.

The skin on his forehead was thin, and when it was revealed, Bai Sensen's frontal bone was revealed, as well as the patina-colored patch.

White powder poured out of the patina-colored marks and burrowed into the king's flesh and bones.

This is another escape.

"Why are they so afraid of me?" Li Zi'an's heart was confused.

He had pondered this question before, but there was no answer.

The roar of helicopter engines and propellers could be heard in the sky again, and I wondered if it was the two that had flown before, or if a new friendly had arrived.

Friendly forces searching from the ground are probably about to find this place, and time is running out.

Li Zi'an's right hand pinched a pistol finger and pressed it against the patch on the king's forehead, then awakened the Great Lazy Portable Furnace and injected a breath of true qi into the plaque.

Last time, he obtained the "incense mud" from the bones of Queen Jingwu, and after that, the function of the Great Lazy Portable Furnace seems to have been improved somewhat, and the function has become more powerful.

However, Queen Jingwu has been dead for more than 3,000 years, and that fire has been sealed in that skeleton for more than 3,000 years. He didn't know if the king had that kind of mud on him, but he didn't lose anything by trying.

True Qi was injected into the patina-colored patches, and something strange suddenly appeared in Li Zi'an's mind.

It was some fragment of memory.

In the dark of the night, the king stabbed his Western sword into a woman's chest, and scarlet blood gushed out, staining the woman's white pajamas like a blood-colored rose.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, a teenager was walking on his way home, and several children older than him suddenly rushed out, pushed him to the ground, and punched and kicked him until his nose and face were swollen.

In a dilapidated room, a white man was punching a white woman with his fist, and the white woman was curled up on the ground, wailing and begging like a wounded dog, but instead of awakening the man's sympathy, the white man hit harder. A thin boy stood by and watched, clenching his fists but not daring to go up, tears streaming down one after another......

No one is born a devil, but there is always someone to wake up the devil.