"You must be the illegitimate son of Lady Luck! You can also be blindfolded by a god like this?! No. 7 conjured up his body in Xia Wushuang's mind, and it was indeed the appearance of a clown.

The man who was holding the code in his hand and looking up at the void already exuded an extraordinary temperament just by standing in the plane projected by Xia Wushuang's mind. No. 7 only glanced at him, and immediately determined that this guy was a mysterious god unknown to the public, so regardless of whether Xia Wushuang was happy or not, he immediately imprinted the bloodline of this god called "Dark Elemental Envoy" into Xia Wushuang's soul.

"The bloodline is successfully bound, and as a junior dawn level awakener, you will have a chance to draw specialized pages." At this moment, Number 7's voice turned cold and turned into an emotionless electronic tone.

The corners of Xia Wushuang's eyes twitched, and he was very uncomfortable with No. 7's cold electronic voice, "If you don't speak in such a tone, we are still good friends." ”

"Pick up! This is the internal setting of the supergod system, and at this time I have to make a cameo appearance in artificial intelligence, understand? ”

"Is this called, low-privilege scum?" Xia Wushuang nodded venomously, and then his gaze turned to the light and shadow interface of the super god system.

In the center of the interface, a wheel-sized rotating wheel is placed. The round surface of the roulette wheel is evenly distributed by six colors: blue, green, gray, cyan, purple, and black, and the upper hands are stuck between the gap between the purple and black, so that the whole wheel is absolutely stationary.

"Can we explain why blue represents fire, green represents water, gray represents life, cyan represents wind, purple represents thunder, and the black of his meow represents earth?" Xia Wushuang's eyes widened, and the distorted magic words on the roulette wheel almost blinded his kryptonite dog eyes.

"You're still asking me about the bullshit bloodline you chose?" No. Seven was unceremonious and glared back at Xia Wushuang fiercely.

"Wow, it's ruthless!" Xia Wushuang muttered to himself boredly, and immediately turned the roulette wheel in his mind.

Once the six-color wheel turns, the whole mind is immediately filled with six-color energy. Some of these energies are sharp, some are cold, some are heavy...... They repeatedly washed over Xia Wushuang's soul, transforming it into a little bit of precious magic power, and slowly storing it.

"7, when do you think it will stop?" After a long time, Xia Wushuang rubbed his eyes, his eyes kept staring at the spinning roulette, and his eyes were dazzled.

No. 7 looked at the spinning roulette wheel and was stunned for a long time, before he said slowly: "Why did I run into such a strange thing as you, and I will die if I turn it lightly?" ”

"Sure enough, it's better to ask for others than for yourself." Xia Wushuang shook his head and sighed, then stretched out his hand and paused on the roulette. At this time, the roulette wheel has just bypassed the purple minefield and gradually entered the range of the wind.

"The host gains the 'Wind of Shatter Mastery', and as a primary awakener, you will get a chance to draw skills."

Xia Wushuang was stunned when he heard the cold voice of No. 7: "Why are you still here?" ”

"Free skills, do you love it!" No. 7 has been shocked by the "Dark Elemental Envoy" bloodline information transmitted back by the Super God Host, and he doesn't want to deal with Xia Wushuang at this moment.

This time, Xia Wushuang learned to be obedient. The roulette wheel spun very lightly, and the pointer made a small turn, and it fell directly on a skill called "Wind Walk".

"Wind Walk: Grants the caster an additional 30% movement speed for fifteen seconds."

With this information in his mind, Xia Wushuang's soul immediately had a bird-like rune in his soul. The almost dry mana in the sea of souls was rare and generous, and it took about twenty seconds to recharge before a quarter of the mana was infused into this rune. It made him feel like he could smash Bolt a street at running speed with just one thought of activating this rune.

"Good luck then, my master." No. 7 wore a clown mask and sneered, and then directly pushed Xia Wushuang's consciousness out of his soul.

Suddenly, the paused timeline suddenly rolled, and there was a roar of human exertion outside the window, followed by a series of car hammers and electric bells. Xia Wushuang turned his head to look at his mobile phone, only to see that the time had stopped at five o'clock in the afternoon, and it would be evening in a while.

"Dude, what are you running?" A minute ago, Ye Xiaoya's text message back was full of doubts.

Xia Wushuang was in a hurry, and when he wanted to call back again, his mobile phone actually prompted that the line was busy! With the communication conditions of Middle-earth, which cannot be connected without moving, when encountering small disasters and small disasters, it is all this urine, and I can't wait to kill people urgently.

Turn off your phone to save power. Xia Wushuang held on to a glimmer of hope and ran out of his snail's house.

The massive meteorites in the sky had been blown into powder, and the heavy metallic dust in the sky obscured the faint light scattered by the hollow lead clouds, radiating a suffocating dark red blood.

Of course, the streets were full of panicked people, and under the extremely oppressive atmosphere, Xia Wushuang could already faintly see the signs of the coming end.

Perhaps, wait a little longer, and a huge wormhole will appear in the sky, and then spit out a large number of bugs? Or is it that a zombie dog suddenly pops out of an inconspicuous corner and turns Ranshi into a raccoon market completely? Xia Wushuang shook his head, he instinctively felt that things wouldn't be that simple.

The cross streets, which are usually congested, have been completely paralyzed at this time. The army had already driven armored vehicles into the city, and people were staring at the blood-red sky in amazement, completely unable to understand what was happening today.

Xia Wushuang took off the sweatshirt and hat that was buttoned on his head, originally he wanted to take advantage of the chaos to go to the nearby supermarket to get a handful first, but looking at the columns of troops stationed in various transportation hubs in Lan City, he could only decisively give up this extremely dangerous idea.

In troubled times, the first bird at this time will pay the price of his life if he is not careful.

Although after obtaining the "Wind of Broken Body" specialization, Xia Wushuang felt that his physical fitness had been invisibly improved by nearly thirty percent, and he ran vigorously, and his speed was close to that of contemporary Bolt. But what's the use of that? No matter how fast the two legs are, they can still be faster than the bullets without legs?

With the intervention of the army, the law and order in Lan City has obviously begun to improve. However, there are always those who do not believe in evil. Those who kept wandering to the out-of-the-way streets, abandoned the large supermarkets that had been taken over by the army, and turned to the commissaries set up in the neighborhoods.

These people have a clear purpose, either they were gangsters before this, or they are those who have got the system and are about to become professional gangsters.

In this regard, Xia Wushuang was indifferent. If the end times really come as promised, and Lan City can't hold it, then what everyone can bring is destined to be limited. And once these things reach the limit of what an individual can protect, they will attract fatal coveting.

"Whether it's a bug or a zombie, there's nothing wrong with cutting meat with a knife, right?" Xia Wushuang relied on his unusual walking speed, quickly bypassed several heavily guarded intersections, and his figure rushed into a small alleyway.

The sign of "Nanyang Lock Shop" on the head is already old, and most of the red lacquer characters are weathered and peeled, and they are crumbling under the oppressive evening breeze before the end of the world.

It's called a lock shop, but its manager doesn't actually sell locks or unlocks. There are some unpromising gangsters and a few wealthy businessmen who have pumped their brains here all the year round, not for anything, but because the owner here is not doing serious business, but secretly creating non-standard swords for people.

From the low-end to the machetes in the alleys, and the high-end to the ancient swords with a price of 100,000 yuan, these private store managers all accept them. And the quality is excellent, has always been known for cutting over several people, the knife does not roll the edge, the industry reputation is very good.

Xia Wushuang used to be a knife lover, especially Tang Dao as his favorite, and he once spent a lot of money on a hot head, so he asked this shopkeeper to build one for himself. But the next day, she was fucked out by Ye Xiaoya and given to her father, Dean Ye......

"Poof!" Kicking open the door of the locked shop, Xia Wushuang, who was full of anticipation, immediately saw a lewd fat man with his back to him, looking at a photo of Lola Mizusaki's swimsuit, constantly shrugging his body......

"! Blind me! Xia Wushuang had forgotten his intention at the moment, and just wanted to find a controlled knife from the lock shop and stab the obscene dead fat man in front of him in the back.

People outside are panicking, but the store manager is doing this in his own store, is it really a big man?

"Huh? At this time, someone will actually think of my place. The fat man turned his bloated body when he heard the sound, and by this time he was already sweating on his forehead, and he looked like he was in prostration.

"You ......" Xia Wushuang was about to scold. Yu Guang suddenly noticed the long arrow in his hand that shimmered with cold light, and the whetstone in front of him......

“…… Grinding arrows all the time? Xia Wushuang touched his nose in embarrassment. This guy already had three barrels full of arrows at his feet, and based on the speed at which he sharpened his arrows, it was speculated that it started exactly after the meteorite exploded.

"Kill him! He's the host of the supergod system, maybe there's something good! ”

"Huh!" Faced with the instigation of No. 7 in his mind, Xia Wushuang reluctantly gave him these two words.

"If you don't grind, you can't do it. originally thought that it could be so simple to mix for a lifetime, who would have thought ...... If you want a weapon, there is a secret door behind the counter, so choose it yourself. Zheng Nanyang also seemed to have received a hint from the supergod system and saw the identity of Xia Wushuang's awakened person. But he didn't care, and pointed to a dusty counter, then lowered his head and continued to sharpen his arrows.

Behind the counter, a ten-square-meter secret room. Obviously, the store manager Nanyang has worked hard for many years, and every sword here is strong, flexible, and extremely sharp, which is not at all comparable to the swords he usually forges.

"It's a good thing, that knife is made of cosmic meteorite." No. 7's voice popped out of Xia Wushuang's head, but the latter had already taken a step ahead of him and held a three-foot Tang knife in his hand.

Without anyone to teach, Xia Wushuang summoned the magic power in his soul, and the dark silver long knife was immediately plated with a layer of fierce cyan.