Chapter 967 You are not a human

Where did these things come from? !

Like a rag doll that fell into a garlic pounder, after being chased by three hundred large-caliber cannons for more than half a minute, the dizzy director of the snake husband reacted, and a pair of white wings suddenly stretched out from behind, and rushed towards the top in the fire of the cannon.

However, he had just flew up seven or eight meters, and the original canyon and artillery fire disappeared again. The canyon that was originally hundreds of meters high was bizarrely replaced by a giant dam as thick as twenty meters, and the director of the Snake Husband flew up in a slant direction, which was exactly the corner of the dam.

"Bang!"

Accompanied by a dull collision, the snake husband, caught off guard, hit the thickest part of the dam like a moth that was blowing fire, and then he was bounced back with stars and fell straight down under the dam, hitting the deck of a cruise ship with a bang.

"Oh my god!"

The snake husband director who fell from a high altitude was extremely powerful. The old man who was fishing for the boat was thrown up and stumbled towards the water below.

The middle-aged man who was basking in the sun on the recliner was shaken and threw him off the recliner. He sat on the deck with a confused look on his face, his mouth wide open with disbelief.

"Dad, what have you caught? Let me...Damn these..."

Before the middle-aged man could finish his words, the snake husband, who was bombarded by the artillery fire, bounced up from the deck, pulled the old fishing man back with a sinister face, and threw it to the stunned middle-aged man, and then jumped over and overturned out of the boat.

With the middle-aged man's eyes like a ghost, when the snake husband was still in mid-air, his body suddenly shrank by more than ten times, turning into a big black-haired black-haired black-haired fish, shaking his head and waving his tail and falling down towards the deep reservoir under the boat.

But just as the bluefish entered the water, the originally bottomless reservoir disappeared in an instant, and in the blink of an eye it turned into a crowded street. A painter with clear sun marks on his face was carrying a half-filled white paint bucket and walked towards him with his feet lightly.

this! this? this! ? ! ? !

Looking at the big bluefish that had already fallen from the ground, the painter... or Lyon put down the paint bucket in his hand and helped the painter cover it so that the painter would not spill out the paint inside. Then he squatted down and asked expressionlessly:

"How is it? Have you run enough?"

? ! ! !

Looking at the familiar old face of the painter and the abandoned building that he had placed [February Building] not far away, the big bluefish transformed into a snake husband on the ground couldn't help but tremble, and then quickly grew out of human limbs and heads, and hurriedly got up and said incoherently:

"Those...those...I'm in a dream just now? It's definitely not a dream! How did you move me back?"

I can't move you back. I just don't want you to continue running around, so I just moved the whole of those two streets and just scared you a little.

After grinning at the Snake Husband Director, Lyon did not explain his tricks, but controlled the painter to sit on the bucket lid, then placed a chair opposite him, and raised his hand to point in the direction of the chair.

"You sit there first, I want to ask the director a few words."

“…”

"Oh."

"No, no!"

Looking at the painter who sighed and stood up again, and a bunch of muzzles appeared behind him, the snake husband director couldn't help but shake, then hurriedly stepped forward and sat on the chair that Lyon put out.

It was just a trivial matter to be bombarded by a cannon, but the series of dizzying field switching just now was like the feeling of falling from a bottomless black hole, constantly falling into another black hole, which really cost people a life.

He really didn't want to experience that strange experience that seemed to be pinched in his palm by an existence that was more "high-end" than himself, no matter how he jumped and struggled, and even found that he was still in the blink of an eye, as if he had never moved. He really didn't want to experience it again.

As for now... isn't it just sitting on a stool? The matter of getting hit on the chair, and I didn’t mean I was convinced by him after sitting in the chair... Well... It’s not that I’m afraid of him, it’s just that I want to give him a chance to communicate!

"God of Cooking! How did you do the things just now?"

After successfully convincing himself, after sitting on the chair laid out by Lyon, looking at the streets still coming and going, and seeing the two pedestrians sitting opposite each other without any sense of anything, the snake husband's throat couldn't help but move, and then asked with fear:

"This is what you got from the Cleanup Bureau, specifically used to deal with my abnormal objects? Is it?"

"Is Taurus giving you a set of things or one? What is his ability? Space transfer? Turning dreams into reality? Thinking erosion? Or... time regression?" None of them, just a bite of soft rice.

After shook his head slightly and denied the answer from the Snake Husband, Lyon took the painter's eyes and observed the situation of the Snake Husband, then frowned and asked:

"Director? Are you still unwilling to come out?"

“…”

"No matter what your plans are, you can actually try to tell me. Can you still believe me?"

“…”

By the way... did he and Olivia have an affair?

Looking at the God of Food, who had completely ignored herself and insisted on letting Olivia come out to answer, the Snake Husband Director couldn't help but blink, and then couldn't help but touch the compound eyes of the cicada, and then trembled by the gaze cast by Lyon.

"Don't get me wrong, this thing is not a killer type... it's not for escape."

After noticing Lyon's warning gaze, the snake husband's director couldn't help but subconsciously lean on the back of the chair, then his butt was tightly pressed against the back of the chair, and he explained quickly:

"This is an observation type abnormal object, you can see your location... I'm really not ready to run!"

It doesn’t matter whether you run or not, but can this thing see my position?

In the extremely anticipated gaze of the snake husband, Lyon's brow frowned slightly, and then instinctively looked at the compound eyes of all things, and looked at the dark blue compound eyes for a moment.

‘Is human...? ’

Millions of compound eyes suddenly unfolded, and after the figure of Lyon... or the painter reflected in it, the thin and transparent blue eyelids of the compound eyes blinked wildly at an extremely terrifying speed like the wings of a dragonfly.

‘Good and steady? ’, ‘Arrogance and extremeness? ’, ‘Calm and rational? ’, ‘Crazy and furious? ’

‘Poverty and frugality? ’, ‘No interest in wealth? ’, ‘Prepare to destroy the world? ’, ‘Want to establish a new order? ’

‘No…he is unreasonable! ’

‘There is a mistake, he is not necessarily a human! ’

‘Re-judgment is needed! ’

‘Human? ’, ‘Mountains and rivers? ','City? ’, ‘Beast? ','mineral? ’

'Kind? ','evil? ','greedy? ','calm? ','crazy? ’

‘What is he? ’

‘What the hell is he? ’

‘? ’

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(This chapter ends)