My power was passed on to Caesar's remnant soul in a steady stream, and yet, after a long time, Caesar's remnant soul still did not change in the slightest, except for the constant increase in the good complexion on his face, his closed eyes never seemed to want to open them. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

After a while, I couldn't help but feel a little flustered.

Could it be that in the catastrophe just now, Caesar's remnant soul became a vegetative person that appeared in the human world? That is, the various organs of his body are functioning normally, however, there is something wrong with his brain. Therefore, he can only live, but he is not conscious, or even if he is conscious, he is unable to move and express.

Thinking of this, my heart couldn't help but panic again.

I continued to transmit power like this for a while, and eventually, I stopped.

If the complexion on Caesar's face keeps getting better, it also means that his body is constantly taking big tonic pills. However, even if there is no consciousness or there is a problem with the nervous system, no matter how well the body is nourished, it is useless.

It was then that I felt a sense of desperation that I had never felt before. I turned my eyes to look around, and it was now white, and there was no human figure at all. The people who fought or talked about or fought here just now have all disappeared. Now, in this place, there is only me and this unconscious living body.

I looked at Caesar's remnant, which was still lying on the ground, and wondered what to do next.

Although this body is a little bigger, if it is said that I can leave here with him on my back and go to the Wolf Clan Palace or other places, although it is a little troublesome, it is not a difficult task. I can't help but feel a warmth in my heart when I think of the first night Caesar's children, my brothers and sisters, met me, and Joseph had carried his back through the air.

Now, I have experienced a lot of things, and the changes in this world are really great. I can't imagine that one day, I will carry the remnant soul of my father Julius Caesar on my back to find a way to save him.

After thinking about it for a while, I made up my mind to pick up Caesar's remnant soul first, take him to the palace of the wolf clan, and then make plans for the future.

But just as I was about to walk towards the place where Caesar's remnant was lying, I suddenly felt something strange, and, almost at the same time, I realized that although it seemed quiet, it was definitely not what it seemed. Moreover, my intuition tells me that the opponent is not an ordinary person, and his hiding is actually something that I didn't feel just now.

"Lyle." Just as this feeling was just rising to my heart, I heard a man's voice in my ear. And when I heard that voice, I immediately understood who this person was hiding.

He's Jack!

It turned out that although he said that he had left, he had never gone far, and even hid in a very close place. However, to my surprise, I didn't feel his concealment. This is almost disproportionate to the power he possesses. However, not long after I was born, I was immediately relieved. Because, I know what Jack's character is. Although his skills are not very good, it is undeniable that his strange methods and witchcraft are indeed among the best. Therefore, even if he has some things that ordinary people can't do, it is objective and reasonable.

Thinking of this, I let go of my original doubts.

Now, I don't want to ignore him. Now that I have decided not to accept his help and not to be in the company of this, there is no need for me to say anything to him again. Thinking of this, I didn't say anything, and responded directly to the voice that had just sounded in my ears with indifference and indifference.

"Aren't you surprised, Lyle?" Just as I was about to ignore him, snub him, and let him subside on his own, I suddenly heard Jack's voice ring in my ears again. Now, I'm feeling a little annoyed.

"What's weird?"

I've never used this spell for Jack before, and even if I did, I hadn't developed it. And after the old cat gave me a lot of things, I had a lot of skills. My brain is almost a library and memory bank, although I am very unfamiliar with many skills, but, it doesn't matter, when I need to use it, although I mobilize these memories, just use them directly, at most there are some deficiencies in proficiency, and secondly, it is a freshness. However, in terms of operation, there is absolutely no mistake.

Now, I can't see Jack, and I know that Jack isn't with me, in fact, he's a long way away from me. Now, he's talking to me with his senses. For this, I still have to admire him again. To be honest, in addition to missing some tenacity and not improving his skills, he is really too powerful in terms of intelligence.

This kind of exercise is the legendary thousand-mile transmission.

Even if they are thousands of miles away, people who possess this kind of exercise cooperate with their skills to search for the object that needs to be transmitted, and transmit their own voice to the original place, which is the thousand-mile transmission that people almost sigh at the magic skill.

I didn't expect that Jack would actually use it, and that he would use this magic skill so freely under such a poor skill, and I couldn't help but admire it again.

However, I still don't have any good feelings in my heart for this kind of almost harassing thousand miles of transmission, so when I mobilized this skill in my memory, and also expressed my meaning to the target I perceived, it was also with a sense of annoyance. So, when my voice reached Jack's ears, I heard a half-transmission sound from a distance, almost like a scream, and after a chaotic gasp, I heard Jack's voice again, and this time, it seemed a little painful, "Lyle, what are you doing, are you going to kill me with the sound?" Do you know that voice of yours almost shook my soul? This time, Jack's painful voice trembled a little, and reached my ears with some fear.

I didn't expect it to turn out like this. I just expressed my meaning in a little annoyance, but I didn't have the slightest motive to murder anyone, and I didn't expect my voice to cause so much damage to Jack.

So now, whether I dislike him or not, I feel like I'm going to say sorry to him. So, I tried to calm my mind and calm my mood, and then, with the lightest of skills, I conveyed to him, "I'm sorry! ”

Obviously, when my sorry word reached Jack, he clearly felt a panicked almost throbbing pain in his place, and it was only after such a tsunami of panic that Jack finally calmed down.

"Lyle, I really regret talking to you in this way, you are really amazing. Now, I don't even dare say anything more. Jack's voice trembled, staccato in my ear, and he stopped talking.