Those black streaks are the phenomenon of regurgitation.

"Let's go back too, you have your reasons, I have my reasons, for me, right and wrong don't matter, you can say that I don't distinguish between right and wrong." Primula stepped forward and picked up the knife on the ground.

"It's time, go back, you can't go through the window this time, let's walk through the door in a dignified manner, for our partners, honesty is a must, although you can, you have the right to question me." Primura handed the knife to Sigmund.

"I'm going to judge the truth with my eyes. Right and wrong, I will see through it with sincerity. Sigmund took the knife from Primura, turned and left, not wanting to turn back and not knowing what to do with the future.

When they returned to the Star Tower, it was just in time for the appointed time, and when the bell struck eleven, Primula and Sigmund returned.

With a creak, the door was pushed open, and the hall was dark, and lightning brought a flash of light.

"This is." Suddenly, Sigmund saw a picture that looked terrible, as if Sigmund had seen himself and died in the flames.

"Don't look." What Primura also saw may have been a special foreshadowing, as if it were a reflection in a mirror.

"Why are you two not coming in yet, don't stand at the door." Wujue sat on a chair in the hall, looking at the two people in the doorway.

Lightning flashed behind Sigmund and Primura.

"Oh, I'm sorry, something seems to have flashed by just now." Sigmund froze, and it seemed that the power had gone out, and the whole hall was pitch black.

Outside, there is a storm, thunder and lightning, and on the eve of that festival, there is a great festival of the sea, and the sea will rise in large quantities.

"Come back, get some rest early." Wujue put down the teacup, whispered, turned around and went to the energy room, Wujue had to check the status of the bumblebee several times a day to make sure the bumblebee was still alive.

Wujue doesn't know how long Bumblebee can last, and if he keeps sleeping, fake death may become real death.

In the hall of the Star Tower, every night at eleven o'clock, always ringing on time,

"It's dark." Hood opened the door to the room and looked at the dark room in front of him.

"There's a power outage, but don't be afraid." Wales lit a candle and the orange-yellow light of the candle drove away the darkness of the night.

"Today's rain is very urgent, it should stop tomorrow morning, rest early, good night." Wales softly closed the door and left Hood's room.

Now that the power is out, and only candles can be relied on for lighting, Nelson, Counter Strike, Langley, the Dark Realm, sitting around a table, on which three candles are lit on the candlestick, on the table, and a pot of coffee.

The Lawgiver had fallen asleep, as if he had fallen asleep all night.

"Is there a power outage?" The company bumped into Wales in the hallway and saw Wales with a toolbox in his hand.

"That's right, I'll go to the computer room to see if it's an equipment problem." Wales is going to inspect the equipment in the computer room.

"Speaking of the lawyer, I think it's impossible to know some news from any guy, so it's better to rely on your own strength." The business is anxious and distraught.

"Do you know how many plans will sink to the bottom of the sea with your death? Bumblebee must be saved, but what? Until then, if so, we'll discuss, don't worry. ”

"Let's go and rest first. Don't worry, I'll talk about it later, I'll go to the computer room first. "Wales knows that it doesn't matter how much you say, and that businesses don't listen.

"Well, are there rats?" The company followed Wales to the computer room to check.

"Donghuang did a beautiful job this time, the royal white eagle grabbed the siren's humanoid weapon and asked us about the handling of the prisoners of war." Soviet Rossia with a telegram.

"Oh, that's good news." Gangut had a smile on his face.

"What? Handling of prisoners of war? Why not? Let them be sent to our northern union, just so that he can dig potatoes for labor reform. Aurora also thinks this is good news.

"That's fine, just one more person to work." Minsk thought it was feasible and sent a telegram back.

"Take the candle and I'll see. Beware of hot hands with wax oil. Wales lit the candle and handed it to the business.

Businesses hold candles and are careful to light Wales.

"This one, it's not a rat bite, and there will be electricity soon." Wales carefully pulled down the main switch, reconnected the wiring, and turned the switch on again.

All of a sudden, the entire base lit up, "Alright." "Wales blows out the candles in the hands of the business.

"Rest early, we have to fight tomorrow." Wales laughed, for he really didn't know what to say at this time.

The person on duty has already changed 2 shifts, because the lawgiver attacked the blue route this time, so he was imprisoned on the side of the blue route.

The Lawgiver had woken up from his sleep, and the Lawgiver dreamed that he had died at the end.

Feeling a sudden twitch in his legs, the Lawgiver woke up and looked at the clock on the wall.

It was almost 2 o'clock in the morning, and the lawyer twisted his wrist, feeling that he had some strength.

"Don't you want to make any of the hell ideas." Nelson watched as the Lawgiver moved.

"Me? Still need a ghostly idea? You miscellaneous fish, let your stewards talk to me. The lawgiver got up from his chair, and with a sharp blow of his arm, the chain broke.

The Lawgiver broke free from his chains.

"I'm going to inform Hood and my sister." The counterattack immediately ran out to report the news, and Hood, who received the news, immediately ran over, and the Welsh enterprises also rushed over.

When the crowd arrived, they saw the Lawgiver sitting on the ground without raising his head.

Belfast looked at the ground, and there were broken chains.

"What do you want to do, can you stop a little bit at night." The company is very helpless, after all, it can't be killed, plus the lawyer doesn't say anything, it's really difficult to get information or something.

"I'm just being tied up uncomfortably, and if you move, you're making too much of a fuss, aren't you? You didn't kill me at the time, you must have meant something else, but you must know that you can't stop me, if I want to go out now. ”

"You guys can't stop it, you should know the difference in our strength, so what, make a deal?" The lawgiver did not look up, but sat cross-legged on the ground.

"If you want to cooperate with anything, we can talk about it, but don't go too far, because the decision is in our hands." Businesses are serious.

"This is also said, I can still figure out my status, after all, I am a prisoner of war, you people often say, the winner is the king, the loser is the villain, get the food first, and then talk about it, I just need to sort out the clue, you just wait for me." The lawgiver yawned, feeling his body gradually regain consciousness.

"Well, Belfast, I'm going to trouble you again." Wales was a little embarrassed.

"I'll get ready right away." Belfast immediately went busy.

"If you can make me happy, I can tell you everything, and besides, I know that the bumblebee is not dead, and you are trying to trade me for the bumblebee, right?" The Lawgiver grinned.

"That's right, we've written a letter from your Wujue, and we'll deliver it tomorrow." Wales looked at the face of the lawyer, and if there was nothing, there would be some traces of black patterns.

"Here comes the tea, the food." Sheffield brought something in a tray.

"Black tea? Thank you, almighty and hardworking lady royal maid. The Lawgiver held his teacup and stared at the light on the water.

Suddenly, the lawgiver shouted in terror, this time, so loud that everyone next door could hear it, and the teacup was thrown to the ground.

This scene frightened everyone present, and they didn't know what was going on, Ning Hai, Bismarck, Huang and Luan rushed to hear the sound.

"What's wrong!" Bismarck looked at the lawyer lying on the ground, and black streaks appeared on the back of his hand, more like cracks, to be precise.

"Stop, I don't want to make a move on you." The Purifier immediately stopped the Evolver's actions, and the Evolver still wanted to destroy the Lawrist's body.

"What if he betrays us! Natural selection, only the strong can survive, not strong enough, can only be destroyed. "The Evolutionary is worried that the Lawgiver will tell some secrets.

"I've put up with you for a long time." The pent-up resentment in the purifier's heart exploded.

"What are you doing?" The subject looked at the posture of the two men, and there was a strong smell of gunpowder in the air, as if a match could explode.

"You two, are you starting again?" The observer is also impatient.

"Okay, okay, everyone is an accomplice, don't be like this, wouldn't it be a joke to fight in the nest." The tester does not yet know where the contradiction is.

This still starts with that slap, and where it starts.

"Okay, the existing program of the lawyer has been shattered, and it has been reorganized again, this time the body has been strengthened, you few don't make trouble." The Inquisitor's voice echoed through the room.

The Creator took this opportunity to add a new power module patch.

"He's sweating." Ning Hai looked at the small droplets on the lawyer's forehead, and within a few seconds, the lawyer's fainting.

"Let your hearth goddess check it out, crack the secrets of their bodies, and maybe find a way to disintegrate them." Bismarck looked at the enterprise.

"Okay." The company called the female Stove God, and the Female Stove God began to check.

"This person's strength is really constantly strengthening, the strength value seems to have broken through the original peak, and the damage on his body is also rapidly repairing itself, but his consciousness seems to be getting more and more blurred. Their body is a vehicle that uses Black's energy. The goddess of the hearth spoke of the results of the examination.

If the lawyer loses consciousness, he may start to go berserk with the same time as the last time, and his strength will increase exponentially, and his eyes will turn black.

"Do you choose to be controlled by the power or what?" said Wujue as he stopped writing in his hand.

Lightning illuminated the almost pale face of the Lord.

The crack in the back of the lawyer's hand also recovered, and the lawyer stood up from the ground, and the color of his eyes began to turn black.

The lawyer looked at the people in front of him, and had forgotten what he wanted to say to them.

"It's horrible, it's a fighting machine." War-weary, looking at the lawyer, it was almost out of control, and the room was quiet, except for the short, rapid breathing of the lawyer.

"What he's doing." Luan looked at the lawyer.

The Lawgiver was biting his arm frantically, and the color of the Lawr's eyes was already very dark, almost all black, and a little bit of blue could be faintly seen.

The Lawgiver looked at the fragments of the teacup he had broken earlier, and smashed it with a fist.

"Doesn't it hurt?" Ning Hai saw that the ceramic slag had been pierced into the hands of the lawyer.

The color of the lawyer's eyes gradually returned, and the lawyer's pupils were blue.

"Fuck it, fuck it." The lawgiver rolled and lay down on the ground.

"Well, this guy is really inscrutable." The brilliance can be regarded as clear, and the victory looked at the lawgiver through the iron railing, and did not say a word the whole time.

"It's comfortable." The Lawgiver stood up and jumped up and down a few times, and stretched out.

The sound of bones grinding against each other is very uncomfortable to listen to.

"Will you let me out on your own, or will I go out on my own?" The lawyer stretches out his left hand, which is on his wrist.

The muzzles of the six diamond-shaped guns were almost clinging to his skin, and Bismarck raised his scepter and struck it.

"If you're Fafjna, I'll be the first to kill you." Bismarck was very heavy-handed.

"This force, if I were like you, I would have broken my wrist, okay, I won't run, I'm going to sleep. You can fuck off. The Lawgiver turned and sat down in the corner, tilting his head against the wall to sleep.