Dow and Carbon-Based Monkey Breeding Guidelines

Chapter 349 Friendship Lasts Forever

Luo Binhan didn't even want to sit up.He skillfully drew out his gun, aimed at the stone statue's head and said, "Did you get scolded by the young master?"

"Hey, calm down, mortal," said the stone figure, "your little toy in your hand is as useless as your meat pouch. You know that?"

It floated up from the grass and swirled in the wind like a piece of paper.Luo Binhan thought it was going to do the same trick again, but this time he didn't see anything terrifying.It just floats, spins, and occasionally shakes its head violently like an electric motor.Robin Han hated it for doing it in Momoro's colony form, but that was much better than the previous examples anyway.

He thought of Jing Huang's words, so he tried to control his thoughts, like kneading it from a dense and chaotic cobweb into a simple and simple thread, so that the thought-stealer would not get too much information from his head.

But that's hard.When he tried to do this, he realized that controlling his thoughts was much more difficult than controlling his arms or eyelids, and the more he tried to squeeze them tightly, the more surging his thoughts became.His gaze unintentionally passed over the grass glowing with enchanting purple brilliance, and in that flash of light, he had an association so complicated that he couldn't believe it.He thought of Zhou Yu's skirt, her disappearance, the murderer who killed her, and then Zhou Wenxing who sat on the orange syrup pool and stared into the void, the song written for Upsilon, the dream of flowers under heavy rain ...

stop.He said to himself in his heart.Attempt to interrupt this running memory chain with enough volume.But it was still too late, almost in the next second Momolo's flying stone statue transformed into Zhou Wenxing with a friendly smile.A disgusting planet, a monster of complete heterogeneity, which had never been involved in any part of his life, yet it was astounding to be able to discern with such precision which of these fragments of thought were the most repulsive and horrifying to him. Robin Han gritted his teeth angrily.

"Zhou Wenxing" jumped a few steps lightly.Luo Binhan wanted to give him two shots regardless, but he found that his feet were sinking, and the bright orange-like sunlight oozed out from the depths of the grass, turning into a swamp of hot syrup and swallowing him.Being engulfed by the swamp made his shooting lose its aim, and he missed several shots in a row—or it may be because "Zhou Wenxing" is as nimble and fast as the genuine one.

"Ah, he's in good shape." The other party also commented with Zhou Wenxing's voice, "I like your impression of him, would you mind giving me his contact information? But I don't like the idea of ​​him blowing up stars."

Most of his body was sunk in a molasses swamp.Thanks to the isolation of the protective clothing, it did not cause him any harm, but the viscous syrup greatly hindered his movement.It was no longer so easy for him to raise his arm, but "Zhou Wenxing" took advantage of this opportunity to jump over.It crouched down in the grass in front of Robin, bringing its face very close.Luo Binhan could see its pupils continuously flowing like jet-black droplets.

"Interesting," it said, wriggling its head like an owl. "It looks like you're just an ordinary meat sack, but inside your head is a devil. Why? Why should she serve you? What's so special about you? "

Its words lit up Luo Binhan's thoughts.He suddenly realized the reason why this magic star wanted to contact him again: not for him, but for Li——

stop.He yelled at himself mentally.He didn't know who the girl was, he didn't know where she was, he didn't know who got her.In order not to give his brain time to think about the matter carefully, he began to chant "I don't know" incessantly.

"Zhou Wenxing" looked at him in distress.The shape of his face began to change, with a sharper chin, a smaller face, elongated eyebrows and raised forehead.It became more like Li—Robinhan screamed over the word in his head—and it became less like Zhou Wenxing.But the change was never complete, and it remained in a strange and terrible intermediate state, almost like a mixture of two people.

"Okay." It said, pulling its face, "You got used to it quite quickly, huh? Learned from that little red ghost?"

Luo Binhan stared at it resentfully.He didn't dare to stop the broken words in his mouth, lest his thoughts run away again, but this time he quickly changed the words in his mouth: "Is it good to be scolded? Is it good to be scolded? Is it good to be scolded——"

The opponent floated up.The indescribable weirdo floated in the air at this moment, and calmly snapped his fingers.Luo Binhan coughed immediately, something sticky and cold blocked his airway.He suffocated unexpectedly and almost choked to death from the secreted saliva.The blockage squirmed and climbed in his throat, making him want to scratch his own throat.

He vomited a toad covered in slime.The toad jumped out of the syrup pool, and then disintegrated into countless ant-like insects.That scene in turn made Luo Binhan continue to vomit.It was indeed a nightmare experience, but fortunately, the exhaustion also prevented him from thinking wildly.

It started laughing wildly again.

"Well, I should remind you of this. This is my world—yours, to be precise, but mine now, understand, mortal? I can do as I please. That doesn't mean anything but you you—just a pile of meat, no different from everything here, I can modify it as I like. Do you want to try to become a chair? Or multiple asses on top of your head? Come hand in A friend, mortal!"

It pretended to extend a hand to Luo Binhan.Almost at the same time, Luo Binhan heard his own bones creaking. He was bent down, and a large lump swelled up on the side of his neck. At first he thought it was a pustule, but facial features and golden red scales grew on its surface.

The victim he'd seen in his last nightmare had sprouted from the side of his neck.The head, something between a fish and a walrus, flailed wildly around his neck, screaming like a dolphin.Luo Binhan could feel how its muscles pulled his blood vessels and vocal cords, and the scratching pain when fish scales rubbed against his neck.It almost made him scream like crazy, but a bit of reason held him firmly.He came here to look for Upsilon, besides Momoro and Jing Juan were there, although he couldn't see them temporarily, his body was absolutely safe.All of this is not real, but a malicious joke played on him after his head was hijacked.

Luo Binhan moved his hands.Realizing that he was at least still clutching the gun, he twisted his wrist with difficulty and shot a burst of shots at the screaming head in his neck.He could really feel the sharp pain of the skin being pierced and burned, as if he was actually shot at himself.After more than ten seconds, the head didn't move at all. He put down the gun out of breath, and heard someone applaud him.

"A lot of progress, huh?" said the thing. "You're better than last time. I guess what that red kid taught you?"

That would really look down on him, Luo Binhan thought.Obviously, this thing was scolded by Jing Huang forever.Because it can't do anything to Jing Huang with these small tricks, and apart from that, it has no place over others.It has emotions and likes and dislikes, it can communicate with people, and it can be hurt by powerless words.It is nothing more than a twisted being endowed with grotesque forms and grotesque abilities.Then there is no unbridgeable gap between them.

He persuaded himself with this rhetoric, trying to cultivate feelings of contempt in himself, regardless of any external changes.

"Have you lost your mind?" He closed his eyes and said, "Is this all you can do? Turning waste in other people's heads every day? After being in prison for a long time, you want to eat shit, right? Yes, I will help you."

Hundreds of thorns were noisy in his imagination.If he can turn this mask into reality, it will undoubtedly become a wonderful scene in the world.It's a pity that Luo Binhan is limited by his own imagination, he can only let the content of Jing Huang's friendly exchanges with him in the past pass through his head quickly like playing voice.The lack of targeting obviously made his effect greatly reduced, but at least it had some effect.He heard the thing hiss with displeasure and disgust.

"Hey, hey, don't be so rude, okay?" it whispered into Robin Han's ear, "I don't like playing like that."

"Are you afraid?" Luo Binhan replied with his eyes closed.

"You really think I'd be afraid of that?" said the other in a sly tone. "You know so little, mortal, I mean, you don't even know what's going on around you. Just what you imagined would knock me down, that's far from it! You never figured out what he was, did you? What did he touch? What did he follow? Seriously, I give you a sincere Suggestion: If you think I'm scary, you should be more afraid of that little red ghost."

(End of this chapter)