Half an hour later, Le Chen, dressed in casual clothes, was already standing in front of No. 58 Zhongshan Road, Hong Kong.

It turned out to be a glass curtain building with more than 50 floors, and the huge electronic screen was shining brightly with the advertisement of a well-known brand, and the celebrity spokesperson was sparing no effort to say those advertising lines that he didn't believe in himself.

Le Chen stood outside the building for a while, silently closing his eyes and feeling.

The pedestrians who passed by him in a hurry, no one looked at him for a moment longer, leisurely, for the people living in the metropolis, it was already a very luxurious word.

Le Chen suddenly opened his eyes and looked at a young man with a volcanic head who was walking towards him with a strange look on his face, dressed in a hippie and uninhibited style with bells and whistles, which one is it not a volcano?

"Why did you come to Hong Kong?" Volcano looked at Le Chen strangely, but he didn't come up and give Le Chen a punch as before, after all, the gap between the identities and strength of the two sides has become more and more disparity, if it weren't for the fact that Volcano is also a Huaxia monk who has been influenced by Huaxia's secular values since childhood, and other high-level monks of the upper realm condensation, facing Le Chen, he would have already respected and saluted and did not dare to breathe.

"There's a Blood Clan woman detained here?" Le Chen smiled slightly, "She's my old friend, I want to see her." ”

Volcano's face was even more strange, but he didn't ask much, and nodded: "Follow me." ”

Le Chen followed the volcano into the building, took the elevator to the second floor, entered a suite, and through the corridor of the suite, he saw several surveillance screens monitoring the studios around the building indiscriminately.

Several men and women in black suits were staring at the surveillance screens for a moment, it seemed that these people should be real national security personnel, and they looked at the volcano with great respect.

The suite is very large in size and has many rooms, Volcano led Le Chen into a room that looked like a study with a lot of sandalwood bookshelves, and then, Volcano came to a bookshelf and moved a few books on the shelf, and then there was a "creaking" sound, and the bookshelf retreated to the side, revealing a deep step, but it seemed that it went straight underground.

At this time, Le Chen frowned slightly.

The next moment, Le Chen appeared in the basement, under the dim light, Le Chen's eyes swept the situation inside, several iron door cells, but most of them were empty, only one cell, Le Chen could feel a trace of decay, but this breath was already very weak.

Le Chen waved his hand, and the iron door of the cell opened, and he stepped in.

The volcano, who had just run down the basement, saw this scene and his eyes flashed, but he did not step forward to stop it.

The four walls of the cell were all forged with black iron, but Le Chen's eyes were fixed on a "dry corpse" in the corner of the cell that was completely bound to the iron bed by iron chains.

This dried corpse, ragged and even showing signs of weathering, the whole person seemed to have no flesh and blood, only the old folded flesh skin wrapped in bones, gray hair, sparsely grown on the scalp, almost no different from the unearthed desert dry corpse.

Le Chen walked over slowly, but the dried corpse was motionless, and its eyes seemed to have withered and died.

"It's me, Third Miss, you should be able to hear me, I'm Le Chen, remember? You became like this, it happened after you went to Cen Jixing's manor with me, right?" Le Chen looked at the miserable situation of the corpse in front of him, and sighed deeply in his heart.

The dried corpse was still motionless, as if the soul had already died, and it was difficult for anything external to regain its sanity.

Le Chen thought about it, then bit his middle finger, and a drop of blood smeared on the lips of the dried corpse shaped like a tree, and even urged Yuan Li to squeeze a few drops of blood into the mouth of the dried corpse, if he wasn't about to go to Europe, he would be weak for a long time if he lost his heart blood, and he didn't have any regrets.

Seeing that the throat of the dried corpse suddenly moved, and he began to greedily suck the blood, Le Chen sighed, got up and walked out, and took the iron door.

"She hasn't sucked blood since she was imprisoned, has she?" Le Chen asked Volcano, with a hint of complexity in his eyes.

Volcano nodded: "It seems to be yes, you, do you know her?" Looking at Le Chen's eyes, it was a little strange.

Le Chen snorted and said, "She was caused by me to be like this, back then...... Alas, don't mention it, I came to take her away, and I need her help with something. ”

Le Chen is here, not only to care about the feelings of the old people, speaking of which, the third lady is a descendant of Cen Jixing, and Cen Jixing is the Duke of Jordan, there will be a certain sense between the blood families of the same family, and if you take the third lady to London, you can find Jordan faster.

Listening to Le Chen's words, Volcano was stunned for a moment, and then scratched his head, "To say, she is also quite pitiful, I have inquired about her, it seems that she has been relying on the plasma of the hospital to eat, that is, she really can't help the bloodthirsty instinct, and it is only to attack those criminals, I heard that there are no more than ten people killed by her blood, and each has a way to die." ”

Le Chen was stunned, but he didn't want Miss Cao San to spend all these years like this, you know, the blood clan, that kind of bloodthirsty demonic thoughts, just like drug addiction, the plasma in the hospital can't eliminate their desire for the blood flowing in the veins, just think about it, you can know how hard Miss Cao San will restrain her bloodthirsty instinct, it can be said that she has not had a simple life in those years, and it can also be said that she is very pitiful and miserable.

If she was in the Blood Family, this would not have happened, even if she still had compassion for ordinary people and didn't want to hurt them, but there were Blood Slaves who could make them suck real blood, and the Blood Slaves raised by the Blood Family would have taken a medicine for many years, which could make them avoid the blood poison secreted by the teeth when the Blood Clan ate when they were sucked blood, and they would not die due to excessive blood loss.

Volcano sighed again and said, "Just because she is not evil, even if she does not obey the law and kills people, but in the eyes of the Heavenly Family, this is not a fault at all, but she is a blood clan, so she is imprisoned." However, although I sympathize with her, Brother Le, I don't dare to really let her go! Otherwise, you come at night and beat me to a serious injury, and then you take her away and arrange the scene, as long as you do it clean, I promise not to say it. ”

Le Chen shook his head, thought about it, and sent a message to Jian Boyang.

After a while, Jian Boyang replied with a wry smile, "You, just give me a problem, why do you have friends again?" Okay, I want to find a way." ”

"Dangdangdang", in the iron prison, there was a sudden strange noise, Le Chen looked back, but saw that the iron bed that bound Miss Cao San was trembling violently at the moment, colliding with the iron plate ground, making a piercing friction sound.

And Miss Cao San's body, which was originally like a dried corpse, is rapidly transforming, and her white and tender skin is growing on her body at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Le Chen pinched his sword through the iron window of the cell and slashed a few times, and the iron chains that bound Miss Cao San made a screeching sound and broke inch by inch, and a set of dresses also floated in through the window and covered Miss Cao San.

Le Chen took a few steps back and left the window, sighed and said, "I've suffered you all these years, it's my fault, I have made amends to you!"

...................................................................................................

Today there is another post saying that you have joined the army, your new book has become a small white text, I'm sorry for your previous books.

Well, since the opening of the book, I've seen several similar posts.

In fact, whether you write a book or do something, as long as you face the public, you will naturally be disturbed and let everyone comment.

If the book is really hot, I am embarrassed to say that I am popular without dozens of questioning voices a day.

It stands to reason that during the new book period, this kind of post, joining the army should follow the three no's principle of not leaving posts, not responding, and not caring.

But this little white text's question, let's nag a few sentences.

Indeed, this book is intended to be written as a fun story that can be watched casually, and it doesn't matter if it is a small white text.

Haha, why does it suddenly feel so familiar, I seem to remember that the warlord also said it when he first opened the book?

But now that I'm saying this, I'm actually a little helpless, what can I do if I don't write it simply?

This book is introduced from reality into the fantasy world, is it true that I want to write about reality? The portrayal of secular leaders is particularly full? The struggle between Chinese humans and monks is written very real and cruel? Written as a trilogy of human tribulations in which the protagonists, secular leaders and monks of all worlds fight against and even fight against a stronger civilization in the future? And then the secular forces still do not forget to fight for the sake of profit before such a catastrophe? Very naïve and indignant to show how fucked up human beings are?

Well, I did think so about joining the army, but forget it, I don't have that kind of thought, and I don't want to be clicked halfway through writing.

So, the current tone is very good, relaxed and happy, and this is not a matter of our time and space, I write it lightly and happily, and everyone reads it lightly and happily.

In fact, if you have to find any tall labels, it's just a matter of angle, fooling people......

The following content is purely fooling, and the gentlemen laughed it off.

In the book, through the perspective of a Chinese monk, with a relaxed tone, the picture scroll slowly unfolds describes the magnificent course of human beings facing the end of the world, bravely resisting, cruel and full of hope.

The protagonist in the book seems to be a strong man with profound cultivation, but in fact, he is a Chinese sentient being who has suffered great hardships.

With a relaxed performance of heaviness, turning decay into magic, and lifting weights to the point of outrageousness, he deserves to be a super master writer when he joins the army.

At the same time, the book uses the form of irony to satirize the worldview of many modern Xianxia novels, and lashes out at the selfish monk values in these Xianxia novels. Records join the army believes that this kind of cultivation world completely abandons the traditional virtues of China, and describes the cultivators as selfish and selfish higher animals, which should be criticized, so this kind of selfish group of monks is defined as otherworldly monks by the records joining the army.

...... The word XXXX is omitted here

Well, when I look at it this way, the theme is immediately there, the central idea is there, all kinds of things are there, and it must be tall, cough cough, I'm afraid of being slapped with bricks, flashing people...... (To be continued.) )