"You mean we've been on the third floor now!

"That's right. Ma En shrugged and nodded, she had expected the White King's reaction, in fact, in her heart, there were even more shocking pictures.

When the time comes, this fool will be dumbfounded. Ma En thought about it, and the way she couldn't help but laugh made the white king wonder if she was deliberately angry with him.

"Is that staircase fake?" said the White King, spreading his hand, "That's where I knocked that muscle exhibitionist over." ”

"Of course it's not fake, but who told you. Ma En crossed his forearms over his chest, close to the White King, and finally had a chance to show that he was stronger than him, and Ma En would not let it go.

"Take the stairs to get to another level. Through the air she exhaled, the White King could smell Maen's pride, "Not only are your military planes rusty, but your head is also rusty." Maen raised his hand again and made two circles on his head with his fingers, and the provocative white king in his eyes felt like he was about to be stabbed.

"Say whatever you want. The White King didn't care, he didn't want to waste time under this kind of senseless riveting, which in his eyes was now a child's boring play. But he still forgot that he was a child himself, but his fantasies about beauty were like bubbles being burst.

"You should go ahead with your plan, I'm more concerned about how to get out of here. The White King looked at the stone wall beside him, and the imaginary window shone in the soft sunlight, and the sunlight was mixed with familiar laughter. "Maybe I should learn how to smoke when I go out, I always wanted to learn how to smoke from adults, I thought it was cool, but because I had no father or mother, the whole village was very good to me, and they took care of me as a matter of course. ”

"No one is talking about me anymore, finally no. The White King turned around, hoping that he was smiling in Maen's eyes, and the meaning of begging for someone to complain in his eyes could not be more obvious, believing that as long as he could take out the wine, and add the woman Maen, the White King would tell his story by candlelight until he fell asleep, and he really wanted to find someone to talk to.

Is the moon big? At some festivals, the crowd will gather into a sea to watch, but now Maen feels that he can pat the moon's head with the roll of his eyes and smile lovingly. "Sick moaning?" Maen's smile struck the White King on the shoulder like a cunning crescent, "The wound is to be hidden and well maintained, don't take it out to bask in the sun if it's okay, although I don't know what you've been through." ”

"There was an old man in the city of Hua Cha on the border of Taturang, where I used to live, and I saw that he was cleaning his son's mausoleum, and I asked him, 'How much money did the government give you to do this?' He told me he was just a volunteer. ”

"It's just that he once served as a comfort man in Taturang's demonstrative war against Lumenkeer. Maen said in awe, shaking his head slightly, " He said that he had no wife and no children in his life, and he had no friends, plus his thing was bigger and more durable, you know, so he chose to be a comfort man, compared to the meager remuneration, he cared more about those memories, those endless memories of blending with female soldiers, that was the only place he found in his life that he could remember, so he chose to clean the city wall, just like himself at the beginning, with loneliness, quietly watching the female soldiers go out, maybe every female soldier who went away was his lover in his heart. ”

And all his lovers were either reduced to the bones of the battlefield, or became high officers or married someone else. ”

"No one remembers him, and in the eyes of the female soldiers, he is just a drug that can be taken casually when he is tired, which is the greatest misfortune. Maen tilted his head, "Isn't it?"

The white king was silent, he listened to everything Maen said, and he remembered the tone and movement of every word, but he only had one idea.

This woman is really verbose.

"Hey, I know what you're thinking. Ma En suddenly spoke, opened the diary in his arms, tore off a page, and drew something on it with a pen.

"If I don't say that, you'll say with a sad face that we'll never get out of here again, and I can't see anyone else playing sad in front of me, oh! That's right!" Maen suddenly stopped what he was doing, and looked at the White King strangely and suspiciously.

"I seem to be ······" Ma'en's face was distorted like weeds in a clump of weeds, "I haven't seen any expression of you." ”

"Oh!" the White King spread his hands, exhaling with a sense of helplessness, "I seem to have facial paralysis, that is······ You can't make any expressions on your face, and you know, there's nothing weird about not being able to get in here. ”

"Facial paralysis?" Ma En nodded as if he didn't understand, "That's a fitting word, that old pervert gave it to you." ”

"Correct. ”

"I'll just say that he's more brutal than a snow wolf who has been hungry for a few days when he sees his prey, but I have to say that he really has some skills, and he's the number one of all the alchemists I've ever seen. Ma En continued to paint, the old pervert is the old pervert, his technique is worthy of these three words, but his alchemy skills really make Ma En admire.

"Here you go. Maen stopped and handed the yellowed paper to the White King, "This is the route we will probably take in the future." ”

The White King swept the traces on it very seriously, probably the most serious time in his life.

"Is this your Taturan's unique way of drawing?" asked the White King, who suddenly looked up.

"What? No. ”

"So this is a genre of painting that you invented yourself?"

"How can I have that attainment, am I ······?" Maen's raised eyebrows were very conspicuous, and the smug but pretended low-key smile on his face was about to jump out and dance, "Is my drawing so good?"

"Hmm······ You can understand it this way. The White King returned Maen's work to her, "Actually, I can't understand it, you can explain it." ”

"Can't understand, your comprehension is as stiff as your face!" Maen crossed his waist, "See this? We're in the warehouse area on the third floor, which is actually where those test subjects lived when they were not destroyed, but now the old pervert hasn't caught a new batch of test pieces, so this place is empty. ”

"All we have to do is walk this route, less than a kilometer, and then through a lab, to reach one of the passages leading to the second floor. ”

"It's that simple?"

"You want something more exciting?"

"If you can escape like this, why didn't you do it before?" The White King threw the question to Maen, there was no wind in the room, and the boat in the White King's heart seemed to be caught in a stormy wave.

Maen's identity has been hidden in the fog since it appeared, and the White King has been wondering how Maen, a scrawny girl tormented by the darkness, could have escaped from such a burly monster, even if he himself used the little force left to urge his body to escape.

And that number one!

The style of the numbers on other test subjects is so similar, archaic and blurry.

She is like an artist's outstanding painting, touching its surface is a cold texture, observing it for a while can pretend to tell the picture the truth, but the original creator will come out and mercilessly slap you in the face, making you realize how shallow you are.

Maen, you're really getting more and more interested in me, can you add some more ingredients? The White King secretly applauded and excited, and he began to enjoy the feeling of having a frozen snake hidden in his arms, not knowing when it would wake up was the biggest surprise.

"Because I couldn't beat that experiment before, I could only run when I saw it, and now that No. 11 has been lured away, we have a good chance. ”

"So, which of them will win?" asked the White King what he was most concerned about at the moment.

"There is no doubt that the eighth, the eleventh will be badly abused, and. Ma'en's voice changed, "Eight's combat power should not stop at the number eight, the power from Gagorio can make her reach the top four, maybe because the old pervert doesn't believe that he will really succeed." ”

"The higher the number, the more powerful?"

"That's right. ”

That's a real jackpot. The White King didn't say this, he just had to have doubts on his own.

"So. The White King gently opened the door, and after confirming that it was safe, he turned around, "Let's get on the road." ”

"Oh. Ma En replied perfunctorily, covering her stomach with her hands, and the twitches of her face could tell her discomfort.

"But I'm really hungry right now. ”

······

In the airtight room, a blue spar cast a light curtain, and a figure sat in the darkness in front of the light curtain.

"It seems to be going well. The black dagger scraped through his jagged nails, and the crumbs were blown into the air by him, giving off the smell of unease.

"The prologue is on, and the climax is approaching. The shadow caressed a twisted monster kneeling beside him, the silhouette of which looked like a wolf in the wilderness. "Are you going to scream for a scene like this?"

The smooth hand rubbed against the monster's head as if it were caressing the lover's skin, and a dagger silently slashed across its neck.

The head rolled beside the hedron, the light curtain shook, and the bloody headless corpse smashed to the ground, splashing countless dust, and at the neck of the corpse, the number five was engraved.

The man dipped his finger in the blood and put it in his mouth.

"It's not a good taste. ”