In a trance, Jian Ruochen's vision was divided into two parts, one part of the vision was still this quiet room, the Xuantie mother knife in his hand, and the other part of the vision was suddenly full of blood red.

The pervasive blood red, the nose was full of the smell of blood, the murderous aura suddenly came to her face, and quickly drilled into Jian Ruochen's sea of knowledge, Jian Ruochen's heart suddenly moved, as if she saw the two bound men in front of her, tears and snot on her face, and in her hand, there was a shiny long knife.

"Haha!haha! Originally, you and I are of the same origin, no wonder you feed me your blood, it turns out that your nature is all about killing, and blood can bring you and me excited, good!

Rampant laughter filled her mind, and every sound seemed to have a sound wave, spreading in her mind, looking for resonance, triggering resonance.

The voice was not young or old, but it had a metallic sonorous power, and there was no doubt in his tone that it was affirmative, as if his words were a decision that could not be changed.

The field of vision changed from two to three, except for what she saw and blood red, which was the shot of her holding a long knife and stabbing the two of them, she seemed to be out of her body at that time, and she looked at her eighteen-year-old face with a calmness completely different from her age and movements.

Looking at the blood spurting out of the hearts of the two people one after another, the calmness and bloodlust in her eyes contrasted the fear and despair of the other party.

Then the picture suddenly darkened, her hand also held a knife, the tip of the knife pierced towards a dark figure dantian, and the moment the tip of the knife entered the dantian, the knife suddenly twisted.

There seemed to be a shrill howl, maybe not, as if there was blood splattered, and she fell back to the black shadow—the village chief, the ghost village chief.

The picture was repeated again, and it turned out to be Xiaobinei, and the flying knife she suddenly shot harvested the lives of two people one after another.

Then there was the image of leaving the Valley of the Clouds, where her bricks smashed down from the top of the monk's head, swirling and expanding, cutting off his body......

All of her previous killings flashed through her eyes with great speed, and after the last word "good" appeared, the image and sound disappeared along with the sound.

Jian Ruochen sat upright peacefully, her mood was not brought by the picture in front of her, she focused on the two pictures of her divine sense and vision, looking for the source of the sound.

In the blood, there was a more blood-red mist, churning as if it was excited, and it seemed to be a churning thing.

The essence blood broke away from the grasp of the divine consciousness and chased after the red mist, and the divine consciousness also flew towards the mist, but when it approached, it was pulled, and something was actually pulling the divine consciousness, not devouring, but assimilating.

Jian Ruochen silently looked at everything that his divine consciousness felt, and said that he was experiencing it, using his divine sense, divine intelligence, as well as his heart and brain.

If you can, you can also say that you can use the original god.

She saw the essence and blood merging into the blood mist, and saw that the divine consciousness seemed to be "influenced", and she couldn't find the words to describe it for a while, as if no word could describe this feeling.

She doesn't reject this kind of influence, and she doesn't like it, but she obviously won't be influenced, because the consciousness is pulled, as if something has entered her consciousness along the divine consciousness, and that is when her memories of all the killings appear in front of herself, and that strange thing.

"Huh?" the metallic voice exclaimed, strange, just one word, Jian Ruochen understood what she meant.

"Oh! I see. Immediately after, a few more words.

Something in her mind left unequivocally, followed her consciousness back into blood.

Jian Ruochen was still watching.

There seems to be a confrontation between the two sides, and both sides of the confrontation are not in a hurry, as if they are competing for patience.

It seemed that a long time had passed, but in fact, it was only two breaths, Jian Ruochen's divine sense was slightly withdrawn, and the voice sounded again: "Aren't you very patient?"

Jian Ruochen's divine sense retracted a little, but it was still in the Xuantie Mother Knife, only slightly out of the red mist, and the feeling of pulling or feeling of influence was reduced.

"It has nothing to do with patience, if you want to capture it, then Your Excellency also recognizes that I am ready to capture you. Jian Ruochen said lightly.

"Don't be ashamed!" the voice did not show anger.

Jian Ruochen's divine sense retreated a little more, "Recognize the recent master where you live." ”

"Name?" the voice asked.

"You don't need to know this for a while. Jian Ruochen coldly refused.

I can't say why, Jian Ruochen just doesn't want to say his name, as if once the name is said, it will be unfavorable to him.

The voice was silent for a moment and then sounded: "Then, I don't need to introduce myself. ”

Jian Ruochen nodded slightly, and her divine sense reacted to her emotions, that is, she recognized it without a name or introduction.

"Excuse me. Jian Ruochen said one more word, and his divine consciousness was about to withdraw completely, but the moment he retreated, the voice said eagerly: "Come back!"

This voice was so eager, as if she was afraid that Jian Ruochen's divine consciousness would be withdrawn, and the feeling of her previous divine consciousness being assimilated and pulled appeared again, as if she was about to turn away and someone pulled her sleeve.

Jian Ruochen's divine sense "stood" to froze.

That feeling hesitated, as if he knew that Jian Ruochen didn't like it, and disappeared.

"I know you've got something, it's just that you'd better figure it out before you speak, I'm not going to give you a second chance. Jian Ruochen said lightly.

"What?" the voice couldn't believe it, but there were only these two words, and sure enough, it was quiet, as if it was thinking, savoring.

Jian Ruochen was not in a hurry, she was still waiting as before, from the few words and practices of this voice, she had already obtained some useful information.

Read the killing in your heart, and then assimilate, and find that you can't assimilate after a short period of surprise, and immediately find the reason, or you may hesitate about the reason, but that's nothing, the other party can only see things related to killing, and the rest, in fact, is seen, and it doesn't matter much.

There is indeed something in this magic weapon, and it is not easy to control, after all, this thing is a living thing, something similar to a soul, and it also has the same intelligence as her, Jian Ruochen is not sure to accept it, and she actually has no intention of accepting it in her heart.

She is used to dealing with code, and she has developed intelligence about the things that code shapes, and she hasn't prepared the virus for the other party, so it is better to leave for a while.

However, since the other party insists on communicating, she may as well communicate, but she will not give the other party a chance to be tempted, this is the skill of negotiation, when the strength is completely suppressed, never give the other party the illusion that they can get away with it.

The other party didn't speak for a long time, as if he was making a careful decision because he only had this opportunity, Jian Ruochen waited silently without urging.