When everyone saw this scene, they all showed expressions of horror and compassion.
Everyone knows that Song Zheng is finished.
These children are certainly not ordinary children.
How could an ordinary child appear in the uppermost palace where the prophet lived?
This is simply illogical.
Others didn't know the identities of these little brats, but old K knew it very well back then.
These little brats are all terrifying beings with absolute power. They are all mutated "programs" and "data" that the prophets have worked hard to collect from the metaverse!
Their existence is the protection of the prophet, and they are also the primary candidates for the future savior... It took the prophet so many years, but he only found so many children, or in other words, only found so many primary candidates who could be recognized. This shows how extraordinary they are.
but!
Old K also knows that there is a reason why no "savior" was born among these little guys!
That is, these guys seem to have flaws...
For example, this little kid in front of me is acting crazy and carrying a diaper. He will kill people if he disagrees with him, and the method of killing is so bloody...
If this kind of thing really becomes the savior, Old K thinks the world should be destroyed as soon as possible.
But back to the matter itself, Old K knew that Song Zheng was doomed!
Just when Old K was thinking wildly, Song Zheng felt that he was being tortured.
My head hurt as if there were countless steel needles piercing my brain crazily!
This kind of puncture is extremely terrifying!
Every stabbing pain was unbearable.
Song Zheng could feel that his eyes were bloodshot from the pain, and the tears from the corners of his eyes were constantly falling, moistening his cheeks.
Grandma, she was beaten to tears even before she could fight back.
"Ah! It hurts..."
Song Zheng couldn't control his body and held his head tightly with both hands, trying to relieve the indescribable pain in this way.
The nails... dug deeply into the scalp.
but!
The pain caused by such a level of self-inflicted harm could not alleviate the headache in the slightest.
Song Zheng's body began to tremble involuntarily, and every tremor made his headache worse.
His breathing began to be rapid and chaotic... Every breath felt like he was breathing in flames, making his throat feel unbearably hot.
Song Zheng's face was as pale as paper!
My lips turned white from biting them in pain!
The eyes are full of pain and despair!
Song Zheng knew... that he was about to collapse!
"Die!"
The little kid with the diaper was still roaring at this time, but Song Zheng couldn't help it anymore.
"Fuck you."
Song Zheng raised his hand and slapped the little kid.
This slap was so powerful that the kid flew up on the spot.
The confused little kid looked confused and had no idea why his mental energy didn't crush the guy's head in front of him!
But the little brat has no chance!
The powerful and heavy slap fell, and the little kid flew up. When he landed again, half of his face was already swollen.
"Wow wow wow wow..."
The little kid started crying on the spot.
See this scene!
Everyone present was shocked!
how so?
Why didn't Song Zheng die?
Everyone was stunned.
Not only the people who came to see the prophet were stunned, but also the children who were playing with building blocks.
Obviously, they were also very curious, why couldn't their companions kill this guy?
On the other hand, what about Song Zheng!
This palm slapped out
After I went there, the whole world became pure, my brain no longer hurts, and my body became more flexible. Hey, it felt so good.
But Song Zhan has no intention of spoiling this little brat!
Song Zheng became so angry that he couldn't beat those powerful guys. Why can't he deal with you, a little thing with a diaper between his legs and his butt covered with shit?
on the spot!
Song Zheng did the most manly thing in his life, which was to pick up the little kid who had tortured him so much, and then slapped his butt.
"You little brat, you know how to kill people at a young age but don't learn well. Did your parents not educate you properly? That's why you became so naughty! Well, since your parents don't have the chance to whip you, I'll do it for you. "
Song Zheng slapped him a few times, making the little kid cry even more sadly.
After beating the person, Song Zheng felt that his anger had subsided. He threw away the little kid in his hand. Song Zheng glanced at the other children and then realized that the children were looking at him as if he had seen a ghost. He wanted to hide more. How far!
snort!
After all, they are a bunch of little guys who bully the weak and fear the strong, and have no future.
Song Zheng returned the victory and walked to Cui Lin to sit down.
"Hey, what's your expression?"
Only then did Song Zheng realize that everyone was looking at him as if he had seen a ghost.
"You...why aren't you dead?"
Old K couldn't help but ask.
"Old man, do you expect me to die?"
Song Zheng said angrily: "We are familiar with each other, so we can't talk nonsense."
Old K licked his lips and stared at Song Zheng with a strange expression, as if he had never known this guy before.
At this moment, the surrounding light suddenly refracted strangely.
Following the refraction, a figure slowly walked down from the top of the floor.
The visitor was an old woman over seventy years old.
The elderly woman has a dignified manner. Although she looks very old, she still tries her best to maintain her elegance and noble style.
The old lady's hair was already gray, with shining silver strands. It was neatly combed behind her head and fixed with a golden hairpin.
Her eyebrows are long and thick, like two crescent moons, revealing a trace of irrefutable majesty.
The old lady's eyes were deep and bright, shining with wisdom.
Although the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes are obvious, they do not affect her beauty... Song Zheng is even sure that this person was a super beauty when she was young.
The old lady wore a loose purple robe with exquisite patterns embroidered on it, and the cuffs were trimmed with gold, which made her look even more graceful and luxurious.
Seeing the appearance of the old lady, almost everyone immediately became respectful. Even the naughty children became extremely quiet at this time!
"Greetings to the Prophet!"
"Hello, Lord Prophet!"
"Your Majesty the Prophet wishes you well."
"Longevity, Lord Prophet..."
The compliments were heard endlessly, but the prophet waved his hands lightly after hearing the words: "You all are here based on your ability, there is no need to kowtow to me."
After saying this, the prophet looked over, staring at Song Zheng with a pair of deep eyes.
Such a look made Song Zhan feel scared.
When the prophet looked at him, Song Zheng also looked at the prophet.
There is no doubt that the prophet's eyes are deep and wise, as if he can see the truth of everything in the world.
Looking at these bright eyes, Song Zheng felt as if he was facing the night sky with twinkling stars.
"Come upstairs with me."
With just this glance, the prophet didn't waste any time and spoke directly to Song Zheng.
After saying this, the prophet turned around and prepared to go upstairs.
Although Song Zheng didn't know why, he was instinctively prepared to follow.
However, at this time, someone spoke:
"Wait!"
The one who spoke was the group who came here before
One of the people.
"Um?"
The prophet looked at the person with an expression on his face that said, "I know you have something to say."
"Master Prophet, we were here first!"
The man explained, "I didn't mean to offend you."
The prophet smiled lightly when he heard this: "When did I talk about first-come, first-served here?"
Hear this!
The man who spoke did not dare to continue to be harsh, but bowed to the prophet, and then sat down quietly.
Song Zheng followed the prophet to the top of the building. This is the top of the tower and the top of the tower.
Standing on the top of the tower, the prophet stared at Song Zheng with a look of surprise on his face.
"Are there any flowers on my face?"
Song Zheng felt a little uncomfortable and couldn't help but ask.
"Don't get me wrong, I'm just very curious."
The prophet withdrew his gaze and then spoke.
