The most precious thing for a person is life, and life is only once for each person, ...... Probably so. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The big demon used his crutch to flick the minced meat named Xiaoshan in the corner of the wall, and said casually, fifty years of life is a length worth paying attention to for any creature.

In terms of equivalent exchange, well, in terms of the values of the causal beast, the price He Xiao needs to pay to obtain such a life length is undoubtedly huge.

This huge price is actually life itself. Exchange life for life, and exchange He Xiao's remnant life for Xiaodan's 50-year lifespan. In other words, between He Xiao and Xiaodan, there must be a person who dies.

"I'm fair."

The big demon gently patted the crutches in his hand on the palm of his other hand, and he said as he walked towards He Xiao, the subtle texture of the exposed had a slight element of showing off, which seemed to say, 'Look, I'm still very fair'.

But the choice between life and death was left behind by the fair and just Mr. Griffith, who was a 'responsible' man, sickly and strong, so perfect in his own world.

So He Xiao said:

"Take my life for the rest of your life."

The words are so tragic, it seems to be mixed with the smell of blood and sweat, as if someone is saying hoarsely, let love live, let me die. Therefore, Griffith was naturally moved, he was so emotional that he took the other party's life in the next second.

The blood-red rose buds bloomed in the white gloved hands of the great demon, and the petals stretched out to reveal the slightly vibrating stamens, like the fragile and beautiful feelings of human beings. Griffith took a beautiful sniff, and the aroma filled his nose and touched the most delicate taste buds.

"Praise love."

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What happened after that was that Griffith 'resurrected' Comrade Xiaoshan in accordance with the contract, and the beloved party did not seem to be as deeply touched by the death of the other party as he imagined, in fact, He Xiao's death had no impact on Xiaodan's life.

Griffith sat in the main seat of the hall of the temple, and next to his subordinates, an unknown creature named Xiaodan stood silently. This lifeform that was supposed to be He Xiao's possession and wife is now completely owned by the big demon.

This change in ownership of small orders can actually be traced back to the four contracts signed by He Xiao and Griffith. Every time he helped Xiaodan 'resurrect', the contract signed was an accumulation, although He Xiao didn't feel the binding force of the contract on him, but after his death, the binding force and responsibility accumulated by the four contracts allowed the big demon to directly have the ownership of Xiaodan - in fact, the contract has always been written like this, but He Xiao never understood it.

An ability like He Xiao is an extremely rare existence in the entire bottom quadrant, and his ability is an existence that is close to creating life, although this power is still a little far from the real creation of life, but in the eyes of the far-sighted demon, it is already precious.

Getting a small order is only the first step, Hua Ye recently had an interesting idea, although a little whimsical, but in general there are traces to follow.

It is worth mentioning that his idea has been verified to a certain extent, and it must be known that these days, the basement of the temple is full of chainsaws and screams.

In the middle of April, the warm wind is no longer agitated, the vast expanses of greenery are quiet, and oppressive clouds rise in the sky, like the heart of a tumbling human being.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, it was dark everywhere, and a light rain fell in the sky. Under the eaves of the temple, the demons from different time and space chatted lightly.

A huge lightning rod-like needle-shaped building towered over the courtyard, and the smoke and rain were so thick that it soon blurred one's vision and made it impossible to distinguish the outline of the building.

Time advanced, spring thunder jumped from the sky, and the man in white under the eaves looked up at the sky and slowly stood up. He patted the hem of his clothes with his hand, the faint smoke and rain, he couldn't see too many details and expressions, countless light raindrops hit the ground and dirt of the courtyard and made a 'rustling' sound, he turned around and said something to the man who was sitting lazily looking at the beam, who looked at the beam as if in a daze, then straightened the hem of his clothes, turned around and walked into the basement.

Pushing open the thin basement door, the scenery and atmosphere in front of me changed in vain, and the cold and strange smell rushed to the face, and the spine was shining—a door that separated the boredom of a rainy day from the horror of somehow.

Griffith continued on his way unnoticed, countless compound eyes and whispers lining the darkness on both sides of the road, like some vicious and mysterious curse, like the sound of a man's jaw trembling involuntarily in fear.

The demon walked forward unconsciously, the dark path was opened automatically, the torch spread consciously, and then he stopped at about a third of the depth of the basement.

Griffith snapped his fingers, and the area suddenly lit up, and the blinding ultraviolet light flowed out from countless tubes, stabbing countless creatures hiding in the darkness.

Then they fled, avoiding the light and plunging into the darkness.

Three hundred meters away, a rickety figure hid behind a biological pod, showing only a little body, looking at this side from afar. His body was covered in scars, and there was a slight incongruity between his limbs.

This man is the squad leader of the once-glorious mercenaries of the Darkthorns, named Pike, Pike, the cutter, and now the basement keeper.

He was a man who was once invincible, arrogant, made mistakes, and paid the price.

He once said that I am not afraid of death in this world, what else am I afraid of. But he was told that death is not terrible, what is terrible is living, and there is an idiom called what, oh, life is better than death.

This tricky logic Captain Pike is dismissive, so he was brought here and became what he is now.

The man standing not far away was the owner of the shop, or one of the owners, his name was Griffith, a man who did not know what words to use.

At this time, in front of the shopkeeper stood three huge biological pods, made of transparent crystals, filled with liquid, and from time to time delicate bubbles bubbled up from the bottom of the box.

All three biopods are of the same volume, about half a meter in diameter and two and a half meters in height. One of the bio pods contained a 'human' named Xiao Dan who had just been brought in, and it was floating like a dull specimen in formalin, inserted into the skin of its body by countless rubber tubes.

Another bio chamber contained a white pulp-like liquid, with loose clothing and a small amount of hair. It is worth mentioning that this hair is Griffith's own, every haircut, every time the hair follicles fall out naturally, the big demon has carefully collected it, and unconsciously there is a lot of inventory.

Each of the two pods extends from the bottom of the chamber with a stout glass tube leading to a third, petri dish-like pod. The pod is also filled with liquid, but it is a rare pale silver color, and the surface of the chamber is depicted with silver characters, which are almost impossible to distinguish without looking closely.

In front of the three boxes, not far from Griffith's left, a thick, bare wire of seven or eight thumb-thick copper wires intertwined with each other lay silently. It seemed to extend from the outer edge of the basement to the inside of the third creature pod, and looked ugly, primitive, and wild.

Outside the window, the rain was murmuring, and the spring thunder was rolling among the black clouds.

Griffith rolled up his sleeve and looked at the time, which he thought was almost the time, and a short time later, a huge purple lightning bolt cleaved the sky and struck into the lightning rod-shaped building in the courtyard of the temple.

The huge purple current crackled along the copper wire into the basement, and in the huge thunder, there was a faint exclamation of the flower master with the taste of rap under the eaves, "Wow, it's so thick, it's so big~~."

The light in the basement flashed, and the purple flowers flew wildly and confused people's eyes, and the strange sound of cutting and stirring also sounded in vain at the moment of thunder.

The bio-pods of 1 and 2 were sliced by some kind of fine, transparent blade, and the creatures, hair, and clothing inside swirled into swirls with the current, and then quickly cut into slag.

The rumbling and visual sound of the juicer crushing strawberries was vividly reproduced in the intense purple light, and the churned liquid flowed down the glass tube at the tail of the chamber into the third chamber, mixing into a viscous liquid like mercury.

At the same time, another thunderclap fell from outside the basement, and someone was screaming in the rain, and a white cat was crying like a child's cry, and then it was buried in the thunder that was too late.

With the mixing of broken flesh and hair, stimulated by the thunder, the bulkhead of the No. 3 biological cabin slowly emitted a silver light, and tiny runes like floating flew like fireflies in the dark night, floating with a faint light.

White steam erupted from the top of the 1 and 2 bio chambers, and the pressure liquid poured into the final bio chamber. The place where the third module was already filled with silver liquid, with the influx of the other two liquids, an indescribable chemical reaction occurred violently.

The silver liquid was boiled, and the entangled currents of water fused with each other to produce a solid, which floated to the bottom of the biological chamber, and was bound by the silver runes to become a fixed shape.

In the midst of the steam, a cloud of black smoke and dust poured out of the nutrient solution of No. 1 Xiaodan, screaming unwillingly, trying to break through the biological bulkhead, but it was firmly bound by the silver runes, and was finally disintegrated into a handful of black dust.

The shape of the smoke and dust changes for no reason, but after looking at it for a long time, it is not difficult to find out what Xiao looks like in it.