There was only one person in the empty hall, and he was still playing in the mud. That must be Beilong Zhenyuan.
This scene instantly reminded Fang Cheng of a famous lyric engraved in his DNA.
"How cold it is~~I am playing in the mud in the Northeast, and I have no home in Dalian~~~"
Kanzaki Rin, Ruomu and Hui all looked at Fang Cheng with confused eyes, obviously shocked.
Fang Cheng quickly covered his mouth, hehe, he accidentally sang out.
Beilong Zhenyuan sat on the ground with his back to the three of them, his hands and sleeves covered with yellow sticky mud.
A clay figure had its head, torso, and limbs ready in front of him. Although it still looked like several cylinders inserted together, it only needed to add a little more detail to give it the feel of a stick figure.
The footsteps of the three people were undisguised, and Fang Cheng suddenly sang another line, which was very abrupt in this empty space. Beilong Zhenyuan could hear it as long as he was not deaf.
But he was indifferent and concentrated on playing with the mud in his hands.
Ruomu Hehui was so frightened that he hid behind a pillar. He dared to let the people from the Countermeasures Department deal with Beilong Zhenyuan on the ground.
But when I actually came in front of him, I realized that I was not that brave.
Neither Fang Cheng nor Kanzaki Rin took action rashly, because Ruomu and Hui had emphasized many times that Beilong Zhenyuan was invincible in this Shambhala.
Although I don’t believe it, be careful and you won’t make a big mistake.
Neither party spoke, and there was an eerie silence.
"Ruomu-san."
Beilong Zhenyuan suddenly spoke. This was a voice full of magnetism and charm, which was on par with Fang Cheng.
"I have always trusted you and was ready to completely hand over the Truth to you, but you have disappointed me so much."
When Ruomu and Hui heard Beilong Zhenyuan mention their names, they didn't dare to poke their heads out from behind the pillar.
He has been praying to the gods all over the world in his heart, hoping that Beilong Zhenyuan will not kill him with a single thought.
Beilong Zhenyuan did not kill Ruomu and Hui. He moved swiftly and quickly filled in the clay figurine with little details, transforming it from a stick figure to a real person.
His hands moved as if they were playing a piano, and the clay figure lying on the ground undulated with his movements, and slowly stood up from the ground.
Apart from being a little stiff, it looks no different from a real person. He is even looking around, as if a newborn is exploring the world.
"Go!"
Beilong Zhenyuan said.
The clay figurine then left the hall step by step.
Fang Cheng and Kanzaki Rin did not destroy it. It was like a newly born life, ignorant and ignorant, making it difficult for others to destroy it.
Beilong Zhenyuan stood up at this time, wiped his hands casually on his clothes, and then turned around.
Although he was mentally prepared, Fang Cheng was still surprised when he saw Beilong Zhenyuan's face.
This face is extremely handsome, 90% similar to him, but he is older than Tamagawa Hide, probably around thirty years old.
Fang Cheng had no doubt that he would look like this when he was thirty years old.
Beilong Zhenyuan was wearing ordinary clothes, the hem and sleeves were stained with mud, and there was only one accessory hanging around his neck - the soul stabilizer.
He didn't even have any shoes on and had to wear a soul stabilizer. The importance of this thing to him was self-evident.
At this time, there may be no other solution other than taking it by force.
Beilong Zhenyuan looked at the two Iron Man with a smile, raised his hand and pointed at the clay figurine walking out: "Don't you think this is a miracle?"
Kanzaki Rin didn't say a word. In front of such a final BOSS, she gave up the stage to Fang Cheng.
"miracle?"
Fang Cheng asked curiously: "You mean creating life?"
"That's right."
Beilong Zhenyuan opened his hands, his eyes and expression full of excitement and fanaticism: "Creating life was originally the exclusive power of gods, but I have obtained this power. There is no essential difference between me and gods. ”
Fang Cheng suddenly smiled: "I have a different opinion."
Kanzaki Rin looked at him subconsciously, and Beilong Zhenyuan also said, "What do you think?"
“The creation of life is not God’s power alone.”
Fang Cheng held it with one hand and made it into a circle. He raised his finger with the other hand and gently poked it inside.
"A man and a woman, as long as they are adults, free from illness and disaster, can create life through simple repeated movements and injecting their souls. Isn't this much simpler than playing in the mud?"
Beilong Zhenyuan:...
Fang Cheng held Kanzaki Rin's hand again: "For example, me and her...ah!"
Kanzaki Rin gave him a hard elbow and whispered: "What are you talking about in such a serious occasion?"
"What is nonsense? This is obviously a very serious topic."
Fang Cheng pointed at Beilong Zhenyuan and said, "If you want to talk nonsense, he was the one who started talking nonsense to me."
Beilong Zhenyuan:...
He originally wanted to take the opportunity of creating clay figures to show miracles to these two outsiders.
Now that Fang Cheng has disturbed him like this, he is completely out of mood.
He was not angry, but said kindly: "The two guests have come all the way. What are you doing? Just come to me directly. Why make such a big noise?"
This guy is unexpectedly polite, and he looks extremely handsome. His voice is so sweet that it makes people's ears get pregnant. He is simply a female killer.
Fortunately, Fang Cheng was better than him in all aspects, so he was not timid at all.
"Look what you said, just come to you directly."
Fang Cheng spread his hands: "Aren't we direct enough now?"
After destroying the army of figures that Beilong Zhenyuan had suppressed for who knows how many years in Shambhala, other Jiao guys would have hanged themselves in the second dimension.
Fang Cheng felt that this method was straightforward enough.
Beilong Zhenyuan's eyes fell on Fang Cheng, and he felt that the voice of this man hidden in the iron shell was similar to his own.
"It's really straightforward."
He still remained kind, and was not even angry because his figure was destroyed: "What on earth do you want?"
Fang Cheng said directly: "I am taking back what you took away."
Beilong Zhenyuan blinked and said strangely: "I don't remember taking anything from you."
Fang Cheng pointed to the soul stabilizer around his neck: "You snatched this from the Paradise Cult, right? The Paradise Cult is now mine, what do you think?"
Ruomu and Hui poked their heads out from behind the pillar, their faces full of shock.
So you are not from the Countermeasures Department?
Beilong Zhenyuan was also a little surprised: "So, this can indeed be regarded as your thing, but since it was robbed by me, it is now mine. If you want to take it back, you may have to pay a price."
"What price?"
"Stay, join me, and work with me to realize my desire for the kingdom of heaven on earth."
As expected, every villain has a heart to recruit talents. When meeting righteous people, they always ask if they want to join us and create a better future together.
If you were a decent person, you would just call the devil a heretic, you don’t need to talk about the rules of the world, everyone will join in.
There is really no sense of talent at all.
Fang Cheng pointed at the underground space: "Isn't this enough for you to play in?"
"Of course not enough!"
Beilong Zhenyuan opened his hands and expressed his great ambition in a high-spirited tone: "My wish is to turn the entire planet into the country of Shambhala, so that the gods and divine humans can live together happily. , no struggle, always peace.”
Fang Cheng asked: "What about other humans?"
"Of course, kill them all."
With a kind tone and a gentle smile, Beilong Zhenyuan said chilling words: "From babies to old people, no one can be left alive. These filthy animals do not deserve to live in this beautiful home given to us by the gods."
