Chapter 243 Love is the greatest power in the world!
Tick-tock, the tick-tock pointer continues to turn.
Several white bone bullets were fired at close range. Before Wang Cong's brain could react, they were intercepted by a layer of white gravel.
Puff puff puff!
The white sand hangs out of thin air in front of Wang Cong. It is not motionless, but washes back and forth from top to bottom like a sunken mudslide. It wraps around the bone bullet with an unusually feminine force, creating circles of ripples. ripples.
The few bone bullets that were as hard as iron that could be seen with the naked eye seemed to be stuck in a quagmire. The force of the impact was neutralized, and then they were swallowed up little by little. It took about two or three breaths to be melted into bone dregs and became Part of the white sand.
“Huh? Your finger!”
Wang Cong was shocked and wanted to control the white sand to spit out the swallowed bones, but found that it was impossible, just like the guardianship of his parents Her love and care were so overbearing that he couldn't resist.
As an ancient corpse, Wang Cong's body temperature is very low, but at this moment, his face is sweating with anxiety.
"It doesn't matter, my bones can regenerate."
Feng Mu sat leisurely on the sofa, with a faint smile on his face as he helped Wang Cong test his ability with great interest,
"Then, tell me how you feel now."
< br>Wang Cong stared at Feng Mu closely until he saw the latter's five sunken fingers, which became full again when he spoke, and then he let out a cold breath.
He thought to himself: "Yes, my worries are ridiculous. Feng Mu can even control death. Bones should be able to regenerate, otherwise it would be unreasonable."
This change in thinking is a matter of course. , and as time goes by, Wang Cong will feel more and more that no matter what Feng Mu can do, it is not worth his fuss, and he will become more awe and fanatic.
Wang Cong took a deep breath, spread out his palms, and circles of white sand surrounded his arms, flowing slowly.
He replied: "Although it is almost difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, I can feel that the white sand particles seem to be a little more."
Feng Mu nodded with satisfaction and said with a smile:< br>
“As long as Baisha can increase its quantity. Otherwise, the power is really limited with that little quantity. However, if you can gain growth by swallowing bones, you can quickly make up for the lack of quantity."
Feng Mu paused and then asked: "Can we only eat bones?"
Wang Cong waved his hand casually, and the white sand moved in response, like a strong wind sweeping past. The coffee table was instantly shattered, and the fine dregs fell to the ground.
Wang Cong responded in a deep voice: "It should only grow by devouring bones."
Feng Mu nodded and seemed to understand: "That's right. After all, ashes are the product of burning bones. Well."
He asked again with concern: "You don't think that letting Baisha eat other people's bones to grow will pollute your parents, do you?"
Wang Cong felt Feng. Mu put himself in his shoes and considered his delicate care, which made his heart feel warm.
He shook his head, with a firm expression, and said slowly: "No. My parents were very thin when they were alive. Now that they can gain weight through supplements in this way, I am not happy enough."
Feng Mu was originally He was worried that Wang Cong would feel uncomfortable and felt that doing so would soil the ashes of his parents. Seeing that he could think for himself, he no longer bothered to say the one, two, three, four, or five words of consolation that he had already prepared. of words.
Feng Mu then asked: "Can the eyes on the top of the head be hidden?"
Wang Cong used his mind to control the third vertical pupil on the head and silently integrated into the skull. , covered by healing skin.
This ability to control the flesh and blood of the body more flexibly than a living person is the instinct of the evil corpse.
If you think about it carefully, this phenomenon is actually quite intriguing - dead bodies are more flexible than living people? Feng Mu continued to ask: "Can Bai Sha be completely controlled?"
Wang Cong thought for a moment, nodded, and shook his head:
"Attack is underway. When I'm on the defensive, Shirasa is able to act exactly as I want, but when on defense, its reaction is The response speed is faster than myself."
"Semi-automatic!" Feng Mu came to a conclusion. What else could he say, he could only sigh from the bottom of his heart: "Wang Cong, you are very good. Lucky for you, you have parents who love you so deeply that they transcend death.”
Feng Mu reached out and patted Wang Cong on the shoulder. The white sand surrounding Wang Cong did not stop him on its own. It seemed as if there was a real soul, feeling the pure kindness in his heart.
“Love is indeed the greatest power in the world!”
Feng Mu looked at Wang Cong with deep eyes and said sincerely,
“Captain Wang Cong , tap into this power, I believe that in the near future, I will be able to see the day when you ride the sand and break the waves and rise to the top."
Feng Mu did not exaggerate. He really saw a vague glimpse of his past life from Wang Cong. The shadow of an anime character.
He said: "I think you can prepare a gourd and carry it on your body at all times to hold your parents' ashes, so as not to scare others."
Wang Cong's heart was pounding, and he had Feng Mu's suggestion. The feeling that stabbed his soul, he nodded heavily, and just in time, he remembered that there seemed to be such a gourd in the cabinet under his father's bed.
His father is a carpenter, and the gourd is actually a solid tumbler, made to amuse him. It is one of the few toys in his childhood memory.
"As long as the tumbler is hollowed out and tied with a rope, it will be just right!" Wang Cong thought to himself.
For some reason, Wang Cong suddenly felt that after living for more than twenty years, everything seemed to be a preparation for today, and everything was the best result arranged by fate.
After helping Wang Cong complete a preliminary test of his ability, Feng Mu had a rough assessment of Wang Cong's strength.
“From the perspective of strength and agility alone, the improvement may not be particularly huge, but the corpse-shaped physique gives it a certain degree of immortality, and its blood volume is quite thick. In frontal confrontation, I am afraid it will not be weaker than some A partial fourth-level warrior."
"But if you add the ability to control sand, there is a high probability that you can easily crush most fourth-level warriors, and if you are caught by surprise, even if you are against them. Fifth level warrior, Wang Cong It is not without the strength to fight. "
"In other words, at the current stage of the second prison, if Wang Cong ignores all the consequences and does not physically resist the laser channel, it is possible for Wang Cong to kill the second prison. Wear it and use everyone’s bones to pay tribute to his parents.”
Feng Mu was worried. Of course, this usage is a one-time use of abandonment. Feng Mu has a more secure way to control the second prison. As for being so heartbroken.
Compared with the strength shown by Wang Cong at the moment, he is more looking forward to the day when Wang Cong's potential is fully exploited and realized.
Feng Mu casually unplugged the charging cable. While Wang Cong was asleep, he very thoughtfully charged Wang Cong's mobile phone. Now he was able to turn it on again.
The mobile phone that was thrown in a parabola was held firmly by Bai Sha and then handed to Wang Cong. He looked at Feng Mu suspiciously.
Feng Mu grinned and said: "If I guessed correctly, the warden may have called you."
Wang Cong turned on his phone and saw a message from the warden Qian Huan. After receiving the missed call, he looked at Feng Mu and nodded: "Yes."
Feng Mu saw the coldness in Wang Cong's eyes. He smiled disapprovingly and said meaningfully:
"Don't hold grudges so much, Captain Wang Cong. We must learn to use deeper words to deal with those who betray their faith." To influence them little by little with love.”
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(End of this chapter)