"What will my inner demon be?"
Under the gaze of everyone, Nanfeng pushed open the door of the hut and walked in slowly.
The door behind him slammed shut, and the scene in the hut began to change.
Screams, cheers, and roars came and went, making Nanfeng's ears hurt.
He looked around and found that he was in a gladiatorial arena.
The arena was filled with spectators on all sides. They were screaming, cheering, and waiting for Nanfeng's opponent to appear.
"Well, are you asking me to challenge my inner demons in the arena?"
Nanfeng twisted his neck and made a creaking sound.
He looked towards the big iron gate in front of him, waiting with the audience for his inner demon to appear.
Nanfeng himself was also curious about what his inner demon would be.
Theoretically speaking, those with strong obsessions will also have strong inner demons.
But Nanfeng felt that he had no obsession. Logically speaking, his inner demon should not be very powerful.
It shouldn't be difficult to defeat him.
Just as he was thinking this, Nanfeng suddenly felt his feet shaking slightly.
Boom, boom, boom
The arena suddenly began to shake, as if something huge was moving.
The cheers from the surrounding audience grew louder.
Nanfeng's face changed slightly, and he had a very bad feeling.
Could this behemoth be his inner demon?
boom
The big iron door in front of him was smashed away, and a green monster holding a giant mace walked slowly away.
With every step he took, the ground shook, reminding Nanfeng of his terrifying weight.
Nanfeng's face turned pale.
When he appeared in the arena, Nanfeng had guessed that his inner demon might be world-class boxing champions like Tyson and Johnson, or he might be martial arts masters like Bruce Lee, Huang Feihong, and Fearless .
But he never thought that his inner demon would be the Hulk
Still a Hulk with weapons
"Crazy"
Nanfeng's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he swallowed a big mouthful of saliva. ??
Why is his inner demon the Hulk?
This is unreasonable
He is the south wind, not Thor, the god of thunder.
"Roar"
The Hulk didn't give Nanfeng much time to think. He roared and ran towards Nanfeng, comparable to a tank with a speed of 100 kilometers per hour.
Nanfeng's face turned pale, and before he had time to dodge, the Hulk flew away with his mace.
severe pain
Extremely severe pain
Nanfeng fell to the ground with a thud, feeling that his body was about to fall apart.
There were warm cheers and applause all around, and it seemed that the Hulk was very satisfied with the performance.
Nanfeng gritted his teeth and struggled to get up from the ground.
"The Hulk is amazing as he rides on a horse."
"I don't care if you are a Hulk or a Yellow Giant, as long as you have a health bar, I will beat you into a Red Giant."
Nanfeng reached into his backpack, preparing to take out Gatling and give the Hulk a hard blow.
But his expression suddenly stiffened.
In the backpack, there is no Gatling
"What happened and who stole my Gatling?"
Nanfeng was shocked. He looked at his backpack and found that not only the Gatling was gone, but also the Troll, A, Desert Eagle, and all kinds of grenades and bombs.
His weapon is missing
Rumble
On the other side, the Hulk was not going to give Nanfeng any rest. He strode over with a mace, ready to knock Nanfeng into a pulp with one blow.
Nanfeng endured the severe pain and ducked aside.
Although the weapon is gone, Nanfeng's attribute points are still real. He is very fast, even if he is injured, he is much faster than the Hulk.
He dodges left and right in the arena, avoiding the Hulk's fatal blows.
"No, it can't go on like this."
The Hulk's blow just now dislodged Nanfeng's internal organs, and Nanfeng felt that his physical condition was getting worse and worse.
If he continues like this, he will be caught up by the Hulk sooner or later, and then he will be hammered to death one after another.
If we don't launch a counterattack, this is equivalent to slow death for Nanfeng.
"But I don't have a gun. Even if I only have a Desert Eagle, I'm sure to kill him."
"But I have nothing"
Nanfeng's mouth was bleeding. He endured the severe pain in his body and thought about countermeasures.
"Why is the Hulk my inner demon? He is just a fictional character. Why does he become my inner demon?"
"Shouldn't the inner demon be the thing you fear most deep down in your heart?"
"What am I afraid of him for?"
Nanfeng was very puzzled.
Maybe the Hulk in the movie is very powerful, but that's only in the movie. How could Nanfeng be afraid of a fictional character?
If the Hulk really appeared in the primitive world, then as long as he had a health bar, Nanfeng could kill him to pieces with one shot.
Nanfeng has hunted too many ferocious beasts, and ferocious beasts that were larger and more terrifying than the Hulk all fell to his gun.
As long as he has a gun, even if the God of Creation is in front of him, Nanfeng will dare to shoot twice.
But the problem is
"I don't have a gun right now, not even one."
At this moment, Nanfeng suddenly understood.
His inner demon was never the Incredible Hulk.
His inner demon is the lack of firearms
Without his firearms, Nanfeng even lost the courage to face the enemy.
"I'm too dependent on weapons."
Nanfeng stopped and turned back to look at the Hulk who had been chasing him.
The Hulk opened his bloody mouth, his sharp teeth flashed with cold light, and his face was ferocious.
The giant mace in his hand dragged on the ground, creating sparks, which was really scary.
Nanfeng took a deep breath and stopped running away, but walked towards the Hulk.
"I can lose my weapons, but I can't lose my courage at the same time."
At this moment, Nanfeng mustered up the courage to face his inner demons.
If you don't have a gun, I can beat you to death with my fists.
There are still an hour left before the arrival of the large beast tide.
Inside the hut, Nanfeng slowly opened his eyes.
"came back"
Nanfeng exhaled lightly, he was level 30.
He spent two hours punching his inner demon to death in the arena.
It was only then that Nanfeng realized that he was still very powerful even without firearms.
Those terrible attribute points are no joke.
If the current Nanfeng could return to the Blue Star a month ago, then he would be a living superman.
South Supomanfeng
"It turns out I'm pretty strong even without a sniper rifle."
Nanfeng sighed and lowered his head to look at his hands.
He felt something was different about himself. Every move he made and every breath he took were full of reality.
Before today, he was a half-virtual, half-real creature. He could not feel the blood flowing in his body, nor could he feel the energetic cells or the beating heart.
It feels like controlling a virtual game character.
But now, Nanfeng is a living person.
He transformed from a semi-virtual creature into a completely real creature.
He feels out of place in this world.
"This world is a semi-virtual world."
Nanfeng looked out the window, his eyes seemed to be able to penetrate directly into this semi-virtual world and look into the depths of the world.
He saw many people, including old people, children, men and women
They stood in the middle of nothingness, expressions of helplessness on their faces.
Nanfeng's eyes narrowed because he saw two extremely familiar faces among the crowd.
those are his parents
"Brother Shen"
"Um"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he meets someone he knows, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There was no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.
To this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
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Then he will be promoted step by step, and he is expected to eventually become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possessing the memory of a previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that were full of chills, the attic here seemed to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The aroma of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, causing him to frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Demon-Suppressing Division.
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