This voice was very familiar, Long Thirteen felt it the first time he was pierced through his chest, and when he turned his head, he found that it was actually Wang Miaoren!

No, why is Miaoren here, she shouldn't be here, right, what the hell is going on?

With doubts in his head, Long Thirteen took a few steps back and opened the distance, and then looked down at his injuries, his chest was completely undamaged, but there was a faint pain, the blow just now was obviously pierced through the chest by the other party, but there was no blood, not even leaving any traces of wounds.

The woman who looked like Wang Miaoren shook her hand and looked at Long Thirteen with a playful expression.

"It's strange why the wound doesn't bleed, right?" Xia Guantian sat on the giant pit and slowly explained: "Because you are now in a soul state, naturally there will be no physical injuries, but this does not mean that if you are injured, you will not exist, every time you receive a fatal attack, your soul will be damaged, to use an analogy, this is like the blood groove of a fighting game, once it is emptied, you will be gone, so I advise you to cheer up your spirit, you and them, only one person can get out of this abyss." ”

Long Thirteen clutched his chest, and the sharp pain spread throughout his limbs, making him a little unsteady, Xia Guantian was right, although this blow did not cause any harm to himself on the surface, but in fact, he did have a sore spot that seemed to be really pierced through his chest, and this pain made him feel like he was on the verge of death, and he also knew very well in his heart that if he received such a fatal blow again, he was very likely to be finished.

The question is, who is this soul that conjures up Wang Miaoren?

King Kong absolutely does not have this ability, and in this abyss, there will only be his own soul, so the answer is obvious.

"Bodhisattva?" said Long Thirteen, looking at the woman with the posture of Wang Miaoren.

The woman was slightly surprised, and then said with a coquettish smile, "It's really worthy of being our master, how did you quickly find out who we really are?"

"It's really strange to talk to you, forget it, at present, it seems that even you want to take away my body from the host, I really raised a group of white-eyed wolves. "Long Thirteen didn't have a good airway.

Whether it's the blackened self in his body, or King Kong or a Bodhisattva, each of them wants to take away themselves and become the master of their own body, which makes Long Thirteen feel like a little sheep, surrounded by a group of jackals who are eyeing each other, to be honest, this feeling is really uncomfortable.

"No one wants to be a servant, and it's used by someone like you who doesn't know our minds. The Bodhisattva snorted coldly and said, "Dragon Thirteen, although we are created by your soul, we now have our own minds, and we have been fighting with you until now, we know your weaknesses very well, but on the contrary, because you have been using us as tools, you don't know us at all, so you don't have any chance of winning." ”

As soon as the Bodhisattva's voice fell, the "King Kongs" who had been eliminated by Long Thirteen returned to their original state again, a total of more than thirty Xiaobai, eyeing the injured Dragon Thirteen, and Long Thirteen said helplessly: "It seems that it is really a vicious battle." ”

Just when Dragon Thirteen was excited about King Kong and Bodhisattva in the abyss, Xia He, who was still standing here and watching, suddenly left, she had no intention of staying here, because she knew very well that Dragon Thirteen at this stage would never be able to tame King Kong and Bodhisattva at the same time.

Xia Guantian looked at his granddaughter's back and said, "This is leaving, I haven't seen the result yet." ”

"Is it necessary? In his soul state, as long as he takes a few more blows, it will basically be useless, in other words, I won the bet, so I don't need to leave Dragon City and follow that guy to the capital. Xia He said.

Xia Guantian said happily: "Yes, I don't think it's really easy to say until the last moment." ”

"Boring. Xia He said coldly: "If you have time to waste here, I might as well notify the little girl above and collect this guy's body as soon as possible, I don't want him to really die here." ”

Xia He, who left this sentence, left, Xia Guantian sat on the ground, chirped and said: "Dragon boy, you have to hold on, if you don't fight back, you will really disappear." ”

“……”

At the same time, in the capital, a funeral is being held in the Zhao family compound, the protagonist of the funeral is the former head of the Zhao family, Zhao Fengfan, when the dragon thirteen and the Zhao family fought, Zhao Fengfan in order to stop the Zhao Guoshi who has been controlled by the giant spirit god, voluntarily obeyed the Huishen Pill given by the king below, recovered the peak strength in a short time, and used the forbidden god spell to seal the violent Zhao Guoshi.

But because of this, his decades of cultivation were wiped out, and he had old troubles, and after enjoying his old age for a month, he passed away.

This kind of result was known to the Zhao family early on, so Zhao Fengfan's death did not make people feel much surprised.

In addition to Zhao Yinhe and Zhao Lingzhu, who had become a tearful person, Zhao Guoshi, who had just been discharged from the hospital, was also at the scene, compared to other Zhao family members who cried a lot, but as the son of the Zhao family, he was calm, just kneeling in front of Zhao Fengfan's posthumous photo, burning paper money by himself.

His expressionless face does not mean that his sadness is weaker than others, of course, he is more guilty than sadness, originally with Zhao Fengfan's cultivation, even if there are old troubles, he can survive for several years, but as a result, he died early because of himself, I am afraid that Zhao Guoshi's inner self-blame and guilt were beyond the expectations of everyone present.

The guests who came and went were all related to the Zhao family, each of them bowed to the statue of Zhao Fengfan, and then said a word of condolences to Zhao Guoshi, Zhao Guoshi Muna received these guests who usually don't come and go, like a mechanized robot.

The funeral did not end until the evening, the old man was a traditional person, and he had explained before his death, he didn't want to be cremated, but wanted to be buried, although the current society no longer allowed the custom of burial, but with the strength of the Zhao family, find some relationship to dredge up, basically no problem.

After the body was buried, Zhao Guoshi returned to the Zhao family compound, refused Zhao Yinhe's request to talk to his heart, and walked to the top of the highest building in the Zhao family compound by himself, looking at the night view of the capital from afar, he had no addiction to smoking, but at this time he took out a pack of cigarettes, lit a cigarette, took a hard puff, and then looked at the sky and slowly spit out.

The old man Zhao is not a good person, but he is definitely a good father and grandfather, the Zhao family can live such a worry-free life, all thanks to the old man's efforts and dedication, for this, Zhao Guoshi has always been very grateful.

He didn't resent Long Thirteen, who forced the old man to death, because he knew that even if there was no Long Thirteen, the old man would always live in guilt, and that old man would not be happy, and Long Thirteen made such a fuss, at least let the old man pay for his sins, so even if he died like this, it was not a relief for him.

So he shouldn't resent Long Thirteen, and he should even thank the other party.

"I know that the death of the old man has hit you very hard, but you don't plan to jump like this, the Zhao Guoshi I know is not this kind of mischief. A male voice came from behind him.

Zhao Guoshi didn't look back to know who the other party was, he continued to smoke and said: "Cao Zijian, I should have told Yinhe, I don't want to see anyone, right, how could that kid let you in." ”

"So I snuck in. Cao Zijian smiled, "I have something I want to talk to you about." ”

Zhao Guoshi raised his head and exhaled a puff of smoke and said: "You want to pull me into the gang again, right, I'm sorry, I don't have any interest in this kind of thing now, and I don't have any good feelings about you CSA." ”

"I'm not from CSA, I'm just working with them. Cao Zijian walked next to Zhao Guoshi, straddled the railing with the other party and said, "If Long Thirteen is here, he will definitely refute it like this, right?"

"It's good to talk about what that guy does, I don't know him well at all. Zhao Guoshi said disdainfully.

Cao Zijian scratched his head and said: "Actually, I am not only unfamiliar with him, but I even don't like each other, but I envy him very much, no, it should be said that I am jealous of him." ”

"No, Cao Zijian, who was famous in China on the first day, would still be jealous of others, this is really a big joke. Zhao Guoshi sneered and said, "Then you should tell me, what is there for that guy to be jealous of?"

"Mu Xiaoya's battle, you should have heard of it, although I am unwilling, but I have to say, we lost a mess, and we were taught a hard lesson by the people of PDE, the old man Fang I respected, also died in that battle, in the face of such a fiasco, neither I nor Qi Dongfang could accept such a result, but the first to regain his strength was the guy Long Thirteen, which is why I am jealous of him. Cao Zijian said with a wry smile.

"So, are you jealous that he seems to be a Xiaoqiang who can't be killed?" Zhao Guoshi asked.

"No, while his willpower is strong and admirable enough, what I'm really jealous of him is that guy's ability to influence the people around him. Cao Zijian said with a smile: "Looking at him who has come out of the haze of defeat and moving forward, no matter who he is, he can't help but stand up again like him, whether it is after the war, or during the war, it seems that as long as he does not fall, we have the ability to fight back, what I am jealous of is his ability to be a leader." ”

"What's even more frustrating is that this kind of talent is almost innate, and it can't be cultivated at all, which makes me feel discouraged......"

Zhao Guoshi glanced at Cao Zijian and said, "I heard my father say that you broke off the marriage contract with Lingzhu because of his existence, right?"

"That's why, I said that I was jealous of him, whether it was fighting spirit or pickling ability, that guy won me so much, this feeling of being pressed all the time is really uncomfortable!" Cao Zijian complained.

Zhao Guoshi said seriously: " Cao Zijian, I used to yearn for you very much, because your strength used to be above me, not only I think so, but even the entire capital, and even the entire martial arts world, they mention the strong men of the younger generation, always talking about Cao Zijian and Zhao Guoshi, I sometimes really wonder, why not Zhao Guoshi and Cao Zijian, why is your name always in front of me, until I see you now, I understand, you are jealous of Long Thirteen, how can I not be jealous of you, but this jealousy will make me and I continue to move forward and become stronger, so whether it is you or me, we should be grateful for their existence。 ”

"Do you want to go any further?" Cao Zijian suddenly asked.

Zhao Guoshi was puzzled: "What do you mean?"

"Your talent shouldn't be limited to the Zhao family, let alone the entire capital, joining the CSA, I promise that you can see a different scene, and fight against ridiculously strong bad guys all over the world, don't you think it's a very interesting thing? More importantly, if you defeat the God King, doesn't that prove that you are the strongest existence among us?" Cao Zijian said step by step.

Zhao Guoshi said disdainfully: "After saying so much, it's not that you want me to join you." ”

"So, what's your answer?" Cao Zijian asked.

Zhao Guoshi threw away the cigarette in his hand, and the giant spirit god behind him instantly appeared, he held the giant hammer in his hand and said, "If you want me to join, then let's continue the fight that didn't end last time." ”

Cao Zijian sighed helplessly and said, "Sure enough, things are still developing like this, then please give me more advice!"

On the top floor of the Zhao family, the wind is surging!