On the empty plane, except for Qin Hao's footsteps, there was the movement of the insect swarm, which was quiet and made people feel a little gloomy. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

There was still blood dripping on the ceiling, Qin Hao checked it from room to room, and the sliding door mixed with wood and metal made a slight sound of opening and closing.

He was like a foraging hamster, tirelessly searching from room to room.

Now that it is known that both Song Yu and Xuan Tianzhan are going to crash the plane, it is obvious that these two people will definitely be completely prepared.

It's not a snake spirit disease, so it's impossible to fall to your death as well.

Qin Hao gently put a purple knitted feather coat like a bulletproof suit on the outside, two flashing red rings like iron rings on his wrists, and a black-colored tiger-striped two-wing cloak on the outside.

Doodle!

With the infusion of chakra, two strange sounds came from the bracelet, and a slight buoyancy came from the front of the chest cavity throughout the body, and then, there was no more.

These are all driven by psionic energy as the core, and it is already remarkable that Chakra can stimulate reactions, but as for normal operation, it is still a little difficult, and it is about 108,000 miles away.

Exhaling deeply, Qin Hao's fingertips slashed heavily across the feather coat, leaving a white mark, which made his face look a little better.

"At least the most basic protective effect can still be barely achieved."

In line with the psychology that no matter how small a mosquito is, it is meat, Qin Hao did not take off these two pieces of equipment after all, but checked them cautiously.

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Three hours later, Qin Hao sat on the cockpit seat sweating profusely, his eyes coldly observing the scenery outside through the azure glazed glass.

The general situation of the operation rules of the flower butterfly has been figured out by him, and several glowing buttons have also been tried by him one by one.

Of course, the process in between is not very beautiful, which can be observed at a glance from the inside and outside of the flower butterfly.

The two wings of the flower butterfly are slightly tilted, and a circle of storm-ravaged cracks obviously appeared on half of the wings, and the interior of the cabin is also crooked, covered with a layer of frost, and the door of the cabin is also seriously distorted, not to mention that the rear compartment of the plane disappeared directly out of thin air, as if it was bitten off the tail alive by a giant mouth, and the wounds were uneven and slightly hideous.

Of course, the benefits are not without it, the weight of the entire fuselage has been reduced by nearly half, and the flight speed of the flower butterfly is faster.

The sound of clanging came from the back of the cabin, and several two-meter-long door panels were forcibly nailed together, and they were extremely rough, like a very irresponsible doctor.

All right!

At least the plane didn't crash, for Qin Hao, it was already a genius move, so don't force it so much.

Looking at the navigation line, uh, this rough and constantly changing map should be called the navigation line, Qin Hao visually checked, the general navigation route should be correct.

At least it was towards the location of the Qingyu Dragon Pool, and there would be no oolong that went the other way, which already made Qin Hao extremely proud, and the only thing he was worried about was how to land when the time came.

There is no answer to this question for the time being, and we can only hope for the old saying that the boat will go straight to the bridge.

Qin Hao pinched his eyebrows, the blood marks on it had healed again, but in the position of the originally black vertical marks, there was a faint red inner line, which protruded a little bit towards the outside, as if there was really an eyeball in that position, and the next moment when the eye opened, a red bloody eye would be revealed.

Of course, this is all Qin Hao's illusion, there is no blood there, only a vertical mark, there is a circular red stripe in the center of the vertical mark, slightly protruding outward the thickness of a fingernail, and inside is the flower seed of the Nine Lives Reincarnation Flower.

"There's an extra ticking time bomb in my head."

Qin Hao gently poked out a breath, unrelenting, his fingertips gently opened a wound in the center of his eyebrows, and the bone spurs slowly probed into the skull along the flesh and blood.

The knuckles are bent, strangely like the whole flower seed is held on the finger, and the flower seed is extremely cooperative in the whole process, like a docile baby, but if you really think that it has become a dead thing, then you are very wrong, otherwise, Qin Hao's face would not be so pale, with his character, it is impossible to let such a dangerous thing in his mind.

All this is just a façade of hypocrisy.

With Qin Hao's curved fingertips, gently preparing to pull outward, the originally motionless flower seed suddenly trembled, and countless filaments were densely packed, like a spider web that had already been woven to connect his entire skull, like 502's adhesive glue, so that a terrifying red line could be seen on the surface of his hair roots and forehead, like animal blood vessels, and like plant vines, which were intricate and made Qin Hao's heart furious.

And as the movements on Qin Hao's fingers increased and the strength increased, the tremor at the center of his eyebrows also increased several times sharply, and the whole skull made a strange sound, as if there was a chainsaw cutting the entire skull, and there was a clear and intense feeling of soreness, numbness and pain from the real skull, as if there were countless leather bands dragging his scalp, and the next breath was about to lift the scalp away with the bones, leaving only the brain below.

Qin Hao was frightened by his feelings, his heart was like falling into an ice cave, he had seen a lot of life and death, he had great courage in his heart, and dared to face death, but this kind of death, he still had a little palpitations and fear.

"It can't go any further."

Qin Hao's fingers retracted, his forehead was covered with cold sweat the size of raindrops, the red blood quickly dissipated from the surface of the skin, and the wound at the center of his eyebrows was also healing rapidly, as if nothing had happened.

Helplessly wiping the blood off his fingers, Qin Hao controlled himself with a strong will not to think about this matter first, stood up and left the cockpit, chose a room at random, rinsed his cheeks with cold water, and lay quietly on the bed, slowly relaxing his slightly tired nerves.

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The 20th passed in a flash.

In the Yuelong Mountain Range, in the sky above Guanlong Military Town, a flower butterfly that was in tatters and only half of the fuselage remained, but it flew at an extremely high flight speed.

The right wing of the fuselage detached in the click, and in an instant, the flower butterfly was like a butterfly that had lost its wings, and its body spun strangely in the air, as if it was drunk, and it swooped down diagonally and did not dare to swoop down.

Thousands of miles in the sky, a dazzling pop, flicking a burning tail, in the accelerated fall, Qin Hao's pupils shrank suddenly, and he stretched out his hand and pressed a red button like lightning.