"Opportunities are being lost. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info "The voice of the ancient god sounded in Xiao Qian's mind.

She gritted her teeth and glanced at Frederick, and saw that her master was holding the old prophet in his arms, and did not look back at herself. She made up her mind, slowed her pace, fell silently, and then turned around the corner of the hallway and walked back.

Her petite body was hidden in the shadows, and by the time she came out, she had become the eternal prophet of the old dragon clock, hurrying forward with a cane.

The black-robed priest standing guard on the side of the road gave him a concerned look, and someone even asked, "Prophet, why are you ......alone?"

But Xiao Qian's face was tight, completely ignored, and walked straight into the obsidian door.

The priest saw that the prophet was so indifferent that he did not dare to say more.

Xiao Qian, who became a prophet, knew that Frederick would find out about her disappearance at any time, and that her identity would be revealed at any time as a fake "prophet". But in order to eradicate the troubles for her master, she couldn't care about anything.

She walked to the high platform on crutches, and even trotted up and dragged her white robe to the operating table. A meter in front of her was a snow-white hibernation pod.

The workbench was still open, and the Prophet was obviously too old to snap it off.

Xiao Qian's hands hung over the keyboard and trembled. She looked confused, unable to understand these complex input devices.

The voice of the ancient god sounded: "The valve on the right hand, unscrew it, gently pull out the circuit drawer inside, and expose the socket of the circuit board." ”

Xiao Qian did so.

She unscrewed the valve and opened the cover, revealing a dense green circuit board. Those circuit boards were neatly arranged in drawers, as rigorous as wisdom. Xiao Qian tried to calm down and carefully pulled out a "drawer", and the circuit board was exposed to the air without defense.

The tentacles of the Old Gods appeared appropriately. As the space broke open through the deep crack, a soft tentacle popped out, like a cable from the void, straight into the circuit board. Then the ends of the tentacles bloom like flower buds, revealing nine delicate stamens.

"I implant a euthanasia program. When the screen pops up a prompt, you click 'Confirm'. Note that the instruments here will suppress my power, and I can only create this one tentacle. You have to be careful. The old god said softly. Then the "stamens" are all inserted into the circuit board, and the tentacles are parasitic on the circuit board.

The entire hibernation pod trembled slightly, and a progress bar popped up on the screen:

"Data load 35% ......"

Suddenly, the hibernation capsule shuddered, like a corpse coffin, and heard a "bang", but did not know what was happening inside.

Then the old god shouted: "The resuscitation procedure has been activated! Damn, the hibernating man's brain is awake! He sensed our invasion and is forcibly waking up his limbs! Xiaoqian, there is no way to euthanasia, I can only urgently open the hatch, you cut his head with the blade of betrayal!"

"Is it okay!" Xiao Qian's head went numb.

"Yes! He's just revived, and his hands and feet don't listen! There's no way he'll ever hit you!Cut off his head!" ordered the old god urgently.

The euthanasia of God unknowingly turned into a bloody murder, the plan could not catch up with the change, and Xiaoqian's abacus was destroyed beyond recognition.

Under the white robe, Xiao Qian's body has changed back to the appearance of a girl. When she trembled and touched the blade of betrayal in her sleeve, her mind was full of thoughts: "Master should hate me to death......"

"Xiao Qian!" the old god screamed in Xiao Qian's head.

At this moment, the snow-white cocoon suddenly opened a circle of cracks, and a suffocating cold air erupted, like a white cloud inspiring the entire room.

Like a fig bursting with a white shell, the lid of the hibernation pod lifts up like peeled pumpkin seeds.

The priest outside screamed. Frederick's roar came from far and near.

Immediately afterward, Xiao Qian saw a humanoid figure covered with wires struggling to sit up in the thick cold fog, like a drunken cat, and like a slippery on the ice, unable to maintain balance when dancing, unable to get up for half a day.

"He can't properly control the skeletal muscles, kill him now!" the old god screamed.

Xiao Qianyin bit his teeth, and when he was about to kill someone, the human figure in the white mist actually sneered and threatened with blunt words: "Be buried alive with me, idiot." ”

"You're a fool!" Xiao Qian swung his knife over, and the figure inside was cut crookedly, and he fell down with his hands and feet, and a puddle of blood shot out, splashing half of Xiao Qian's white robe red. But Xiao Qian didn't seem to hit the point, because the man was covering his wounds and was still struggling to give orders with his voice:

"Start the engine self-destruct process, the program is linked to my heart rate. ”

"The Tower of the Relic self-destruct procedure is ready. Activation metric: Admin heart rate. 98。 97。 ......" console smart answers.

Unfazed, the figure in the cold smoke not only calmed down when it realized that Xiao Qian could understand Latin, but also began to threaten the assassin against the clock: "If my heart rate goes to zero, this tower will self-destruct." Guess you're going to be blown up to the sky, or are you going to be buried alive with me? idiot. ”

"He's going to self-destruct, we're all going to be buried?" When Xiao Qian was stunned, the old god screamed in her head: "I will pull you into the dimensional gate and teleport directly to Paris! Don't be intimidated by him, cut off his head while his skeletal muscles have not recovered!"

"Not only will you die, but everyone in this tower will die, and everyone around you, those close to you, will die. Even if the resuscitator was weak and weak, he hurriedly spat out the words, trying his best to shake Xiao Qian's will: "Isn't there anyone here who is worthy of you to put down the knife?"

The hibernator's speech gradually became sharper, and he used his last strength to roar out this long sentence, which really dealt a blow to Xiao Qian's heart.

Xiao Qian's heart was gouged out. She reflexively remembered Frederick.

"Even if I could escape, my master wouldn't be able to...... The master doesn't have a dimensional door......" Xiao Qian's dagger trembled, and when her heart was like a knife, she hesitated for a second.

"Woman, you woman!" the old god screamed hysterically, and then the tentacle was angrily withdrawn from the circuit board, and the nine stamens were like poisonous snakes spitting letters, struggling to entangle the dagger in Xiao Qian's hand, clamping Xiao Qian's wrist with great care, and stabbing the heart of the hibernator!

At this moment, a sharp whistling sounded, and the two-meter-long ideal messenger was like a huge dart, whirling angrily and flying the dagger. Xiao Qian's hands were numb with shock, and he thought in horror, if the ideal messenger is half an inch away, my wrist may be gone.

She clutched her sore wrist in a panic, turned her head to look, and sure enough, she saw an angry Frederick standing in the doorway, and beside Frederick, a circle of priests screaming hysterically: "Why did you throw it off, why didn't you kill that blasphemer!"