I Only Want to Farm Chapter 1147: Square

Qin Yu: "You don't mean that much to me. At best, it's a temporary trouble. I won't talk about what happened before you, but after you, I won't have anything permanent."

She looked at Bai Mo, her tone was indifferent, as if she was doing a scientific discussion: "Everyone has their own subjective speculation and subjective will, and most of them regard themselves as the core of the universe. Jack Su, in the social reality it is called arrogance, but in art and elegance it is called the most beautiful woman in the world. So since you have just been arrogant, I might as well be arrogant, and it is reciprocal."

How to be arrogant? Qin Yu still chose elegant and slightly cultural words.

"Bai Mo, you think you are an epoch-making great man, and you think that you are a figure who controls fate for this plane and everyone on this plane, but in fact you are not."

White Mo was not angry yet, just asked quietly: "Because you are greater than me? If you think so, then why aren't you just like me?"

This is a false proposition and false criticism, isn't it?

She looked ridiculous, like a child playing word games.

Qin Yu remained expressionless, and said flatly, "No, I'm an ant."

"But because I am an ant, most of them look huge. For example, mice, cockroaches, pigs and dogs are fatal threats to me, but if they are all fatal, the meaning of existence of mice, cockroaches, pigs and dogs is not much different Well, it’s all fatal anyway, isn’t it? So I admit that in a sense, you are fatal to me, either by killing me or by killing my relatives and friends, but you are not the only one, nor is it the end.”

The past cannot be traced back, she does not look back, nor does she want to recall, but looking to the future, she knows what she will face in the future.

White molybdenum is just a part of her future pattern, a staged part.

But why do you have to explain so much to this person? Because she hates him, she doesn't want to make him secretly happy on the spiritual level. She wants to humiliate him.

"Have you ever played Glory of Kings? Oh, sorry, I forgot that you have been locked up here. You have played the Dark Gold House game, but you have never played a real mobile game. Well, that's how I describe you to me. The real meaning, that is - kill you, there will be even more annoying people squatting in the grass ahead to ambush me."

She used hate, not scary.

Bai Mo understood what Qin Yu meant, because it was too straightforward.

He was silent for a while, and finally decided not to quarrel with the other party, because it was meaningless, and she also felt that it was meaningless, so she expressed her position so bluntly.

Stalk him once, it's exciting.

If you get stalked once, you will be annoyed!

White Mo said softly: "Actually, there is a way to change your mind."

Qin Yu: "For example, if you kill me and end my future, those who squat in the grass will lose their chance to play, and you will become the terminator."

With a smile on Bai Mo's face: "Yes."

Then Qin Yu saw that his face began to turn slightly blue, his pupils changed, the black pupils gradually turned white, and the white background was bloodshot.

These are terrible eyes, deader than dead.

"Is this the ability given to you by Bai's blood?"

"Yes, you're here, and you've chatted with me long enough, it's getting dark, I think I can kill you earlier, and then go out, maybe in time for breakfast."

“I miss soy milk and fried dough sticks so much.”

Soymilk is the brain, and fried dough sticks are the intestines.

He misses him so much.

Qin Yu glanced at him, got up, raised his hand to untie the openings, and then casually put the small suit jacket he took off on the chair. Some, revealing the delicate curves, the flesh and blood beauty of the wrist that can make people desire, and then untie the watch, and put the watch gently on the table.

With a snap, the watch strap and the ice cube table made a crisp sound.

Because of being separated from the body, the cold air adhered to the watch, and the dial was quickly covered with a layer of frost, and it was frozen.

Does it matter? It doesn't matter.

When Qin Yu looked down at Bai Mo, who was still sitting, Bai Mo, whose pupils changed, also looked at him.

Look at each other.

Three seconds.

Boom!

A prison cell, a square inch of space, erupted in a scene where thousands of afterimages overlapped and fought with the macro station at a high frequency.

This scene is played fast-forward like a burst of animation.

The tearing of ice and air can be seen every second.

You can see the paste of flesh and blood everywhere.

But after that moment, with the pulse sword in his left hand and the general in his right, Qin Yu, who was spinning Moxie, looked down at the white air attached to the cut flesh wound on his left arm.

Is this the air of ice? No, it was brought about by the attack of white molybdenum.

It invades, but it cannot be removed.

Adhering like a leech, it will produce corrosive power and increase the injury. This is due to her strong physique.

This ability is a bit like the Bone Floss Palm.

But Qin Yu just glanced up and looked at the other side.

The people on the opposite side were not much better, even worse than Qin Yu.

White Molybdenum, who had been cut off by a third of his flesh and blood, stood under the wall, touched the left cheek where a piece of flesh had been cut off and exposed the bone, and said in a subtle tone, "Although you have killed Poirot and Kailin Holt one after another. After them, I guessed that you might be trying your best on purpose to hide your strength, but I didn't expect that your acting skills are divided into two levels--let me guess that you hide your strength, but I can only guess that you only hide one-third of it One strength. In fact, you have hidden at least four-fifths of it. However, this is not the worst, the worst thing is that your judgment of my strength is accurate."

He recognized the components of her strength—high-end physique. , high-end moves, high-end realm, top-level neural response, high-end weapons.

This component is no different from his judgment before this battle, so why is there such a big gap in strength?

Because she hides her terrifying growth potential ~IndoMTL.com~ This growth potential comes from the constant nourishment of her physique by the mysterious golden cube, which is high in style and glamorous, and the effect is more obvious in reality.

No way, he is a superpower who is not good at fighting, but he is developing professionally.

Restrictions belong to restrictions, rhyme nourishment belongs to rhyme nourishment, both advantages and disadvantages complement each other, and she has seen through this essence from the early copies.

Not to mention now.

Qin Yu: "But you are still fearless, aren't you? It seems that even the six top teams can't kill you."

White molybdenum: "It seems that you have never been at a disadvantage since you came in, so is this what you expected now?"

Flesh regenerated as he spoke.

Under the cover of the white light from his body, he quickly recovered inch by inch, exactly the same as before, with the same size, only the clothes were torn and bloody.

This move is very similar to Piccolo, but not so green.

He smiled, "The secret of my Bai family's bloodline that China and the West have not been able to overcome for hundreds of years, as a medical student, what can you say?"

Now, it's his turn to be safe and hurt.

This is also the gap.

Qin Yu was silent for a while, but replied: "You are not born evil."

Bai Mo did not expect her answer, "Your answer surprised me, and I was a little curious. Do you think that the reason you made this judgment is because you think that my bloodline is not strong enough?"

He has already realized that this woman may have experienced more advanced than him in the copy of the Golden House, because her experience is deeper, her vision improves her quality, and her level and structure are better than his, so her progress is so rapid.

He has studied some of her past and deduced that she was chosen, but the reality is only about ten years old.

How terrible.

He suddenly understood why she didn't take herself seriously.

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