Lu Qiu can be sure that he hates the feeling of being teased by others......

Although no one likes to be tricked by others... But Lu Qiu has an ordinary aversion to this aspect.

When I was a child, there often seemed to be a guy who often played with himself for fun, a rather sloppy man, but Lu Qiu couldn't remember who he was.

And now.

Lu Qiu has always been in the position of playing with others, hasn't he?

Picking up the broken mp3, Lu Qiu gently pinched it and turned it into residue and fell to the ground.

It's the same this time......

The corners of Lu Qiu's mouth were slightly outlined, and he raised his hand, and suddenly, a small bat appeared in the shadow illuminated by the light under Lu Qiu's hand...

The bat flew in front of Lu Qiu, and blood surged on its body, forming Lu Qiu's appearance......

Lu Qiu never said that he was the ontology...

Blood Clone: This skill is very useful...

As a hunter, Lu Qiu will not underestimate any prey, if this prophet has prophetic skills, he will definitely flee early, if he stays here, unless he is really looking for death, then there must be a backhand.

Lu Qiu didn't know what his back hand was, if he didn't need to run away because he thought his strength was strong, Lu Qiu would crush his confidence fiercely.

Even if there is no power of blood control, the sharpness of the Enma Sword is not vegetarian, and if Lu Qiu's combat power is to be defined, it must be slightly stronger than the current strongest knight Don Quixote, except for white-knuckle combat, whether it is large-scale destructive power, or the ultimate goal of the battle, kill the enemy!

Lu Qiu is definitely above the strongest knights.

If it weren't for their own strength, then there must be some special way to escape.

The blood clones stood at the entrance, drawing a line that no life could ever step on.

The doppelganger turned into blood and flowed into Lu Qiu's body.

Lu Qiu closed his eyes and began to read the memories in the clone.

The blood clone has part of Lu Qiu's power, and if it is defined by a hard surname, it is also a kind of puppet composed of blood.

Memories can also be shared.

"Little children?" After Lu Qiu finished reading the memory of the blood clone, he was slightly stunned.

The so-called 'prophet' did not flee early, he stayed in this room all the time and never left, just like Lu Qiu thought.

The speed of the 'Prophet' was so fast that it didn't even give the Blood Clone time to strike, and it disappeared in front of him.

However, after inheriting Lu Qiu's perverted dynamic vision, he still saw the true face of the so-called 'prophet' clearly.

I'm only about 12 years old... Child.

Lu Qiu never thought that it would be a child.

And......

'Yo, elder brother Gui'an......

“！”

When Lu Qiu continued to reminisce, he suddenly found that this guy's face actually appeared in front of the blood clone!

The memory of the blood clone is like this, when he turned into a little bat and crouched in the hallway, this guy... Appeared in front of the blood clone!

He didn't run away, and he was even saying hello to Lu Qiu's clone!

'It's not time to meet yet, brother, and I need to keep some mystery before I surprise you. ’

This immature and crisp voice seemed to sound in Lu Qiu's ears!

Lu Qiu wanted to see his or her face clearly......

It's just that.

Lu Qiu's fingertips suddenly felt a sharp pain.

Everything was blurred.

Lu Qiu was stunned again, and lowered his head to look at the blood flowing on the ground.

Useless!

This was the first time in Lu Qiu's history that he had encountered blood that he had no way to control freely.

Equivalent to the existence of his own body, the blood clone turned out to be ......

Failed to recycle?

Lu Qiu looked at the blood stained on his fingertips, as if he was resisting Lu Qiu, or he had become something that did not belong to Lu Qiu.

This time, Lu Qiu was really silent.

The puddle of blood on the table, Lu Qiu had no way to control it.

What is blood?

About 8 percent of human body weight is made up of blood, and more than 4,000 milliliters of blood lost will die!

But for Lu Qiu, a blood clan, and a true ancestor who has reached the pinnacle of this race.

Blood is Lu Qiu's surname! Weapons! Strength! Right......

This represents a lot of things, and if every drop of scarlet blood is an existence, then Lu Qiu is the king who rules over these existences.

No matter who has blood flowing in their bodies, they must obey Lu Qiu's orders.

Now, Lu Qiu's royal power is being provoked......

How long has it been since Lu Qiu experienced this feeling? The feeling of losing a weapon......

Right now, the pool of blood flowing on the small table began to draw a strange route on the small table, leaving a trace......

Under Lu Qiu's gaze, this pool of blood gradually formed a line of English characters......

‘i.www.xstxt.orge……’

I... I want to play a game with you.

This sentence... It is the opening sentence of Jigsaw, who is a ghost and a murderer in "Saw Horror", before the death game begins.

Now, the guy who controls the control of these bloody slabs wants to express to himself ......

Have you become a participant in a game of death?

The people behind the scenes, the ghosts, the murderers......

This guy... Is there a misunderstanding of the relationship?

Lu Qiu chuckled, and then the laughter became louder and louder.

"A participant in the Game of Death? What are you kidding......"

Lu Qiu's fingers suddenly swiped on the pool of blood, and the splattered blood burst into a thunderous roar!

"Are you making a mistake?" Lu Qiu's scarlet pupils exuded a shivering light. "This boring game has already begun! But it's not you who is the mastermind! It's me! You're just a participant! A tiny one of the world's 700 million participants! ”

Lu Qiu is not playing the victim, but the ghost hiding behind the scenes! Killer ......

This is the identity in the script that Lu Qiu wrote at the beginning, and no one can change it.

Equally......

"There is a price to be paid for taking away someone else's things." That pool of blood once again flowed in Lu Qiu's hands, the Night King had the ability to control any blood, and no one could take away the thousands of troops under him!

"Do you know there's something called Counter-Eater? Since you've given me such a small gift, I'll give you one back..."

The blood was between Lu Qiu's fingers, broken like glass, with the marks that did not belong to Lu Qiu, together... was crushed into pieces by Lu Qiu!

………………

"Ahem!"

On the outskirts of the church, on a park bench where people came and went, a small figure suddenly fell to his knees.

Scarlet blood spilled from his eyes and dripped down his cheeks to the ground... At the same time, a large amount of blood spilled from the mouth.

This thin and petite figure, looking at the blood that belonged to him flowing on the ground, not only did not panic, but laughed in a low voice, how similar to Lu Qiu's laughter.

"Brother... Really... That's amazing...... But, as soon as the game begins, it doesn't end..."

Slowly standing up, taking one last look at the view of the cathedral, he disappeared into the crowd. (To be continued.) )