allonlinenovel Chapter 640 Doctor: I know Qi Yan’s taste
Chapter 640 Doctor: I know Qi Yan’s taste
The doctor was wearing a hood, so naturally no one could see his seductive eyes.
But the sound of his clips was enough to be sentenced to death.
Qi Yan took out a recorder, rushed over, pulled off the doctor's mask, and stuffed the recorder into his mouth without saying a word.
Fester pretended to stop him twice and then let Qi Yan punish the doctor. He stepped aside and tried to rub off the goose bumps on his arms.
In a moment, the doctor was choked and rolled his eyes, and Qi Yan was satisfied and stopped.
He casually stuffed the recorder covered with the doctor's saliva into the doctor's pocket and turned around and said:
"This belongs to Eldor. Go back and ask Kulusir to fix it. You will have to return it to Eldor when you see him again."
The doctor rubbed his sore cheeks and said puzzledly:
"Eldo is a clean person, why did I smell a bad smell from the recorder just now?"
"Because I bit the recorder too. It must be the taste of my saliva."
"White-haired dog, you... Ugh!"
Ignoring the doctor who was retching because of disgust, Qi Yan slowly walked towards the workshop with Fester whose eyelids were twitching.
After seeing the doctor's miserable end, Fester became even more determined not to provoke Qi Yan.
Being retaliated by this guy is more unacceptable than being blown into pieces!
If someone asked Fester at this moment, asking him to choose between facing Qi Yan and Tracys, he would definitely choose without hesitation... to kill the person who asked the question.
When the three returned to the workshop, they found that most of the workers in the workshop had disappeared, leaving only Catherine and Patriot standing opposite each other discussing something.
"Where is Lao Deng, the king of scavengers?" Qi Yan walked over and asked.
"He went back to be in charge of the Sarkaz propaganda," Patriot explained. "He promised that he would not directly participate in the battle in the city. After dealing with these matters, he will rush to the battlefield outside the city to face the Duke."
"Tsk, I haven't tricked him into giving me his cane yet."
"His eagerness to leave was largely related to this."
After the Patriot finished explaining to Qi Yan, he turned around and continued the previous topic with Catherine:
"I will stay at the factory until the workers have gathered and personally escort everyone to the nursing home. You can rest assured."
"Thank you."
Catherine nodded her thanks to the Patriot from the bottom of her heart and turned to look at Feaster.
She smiled and said, "Have you cried?"
Fester looked somewhat embarrassed:
"I've seen your diary... I'm sorry, grandma, I didn't know that my father got into trouble because of his persistent resistance to his career... My choice must have made you very sad..."
"Do not."
Katherine interrupted him: "I'm not sad, I'm just... worried and proud of you, Fester."
"grandmother."
The redness in Fester's eyes that had not yet faded became apparent again.
Catherine smiled and walked over to ruffle Feste's hair.
She felt like she had so many things she wanted to say to Fester, but at this moment, it seemed like there was nothing that needed to be said.
In the past, she would not have been able to put down all her burdens and fully support Feste.
But now, Qi Yan's previous words successfully helped Catherine get rid of the burden that had been on her shoulders for a long time, and also successfully made Catherine change her mind.
This change was related to Qi Yan’s powerful strength, but more importantly, it was because Catherine saw something different in Qi Yan.
She turned her head to look at Qi Yan who was standing next to the Patriot and said gently:
"Thank you. I will continue to work hard and try not to disappoint your trust. When you bear the external pressure for me, I am willing to keep moving forward for you."
"It's not for me, it's for us." Qi Yan said with a smile.
"Well, for our future."
Catherine also smiled.
Qi Yan turned his head and looked at the patriot: "Old man, I'll leave this to you. I really need to go to the city defense army headquarters. A fool has set up a lot of flags there."
The idiot he was referring to hummed twice when he heard the words, but considering his still sore cheeks, he finally kept silent.
The patriot said seriously: "If you need me, tell me immediately."
"Right now, nursing homes are where you are most needed."
Qi Yan smiled and waved his hand, then turned and walked towards the workshop door with the doctor.
Fester said goodbye to Catherine and resolutely turned around to follow Qi Yan and the doctor.
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Blood surged like a river, continuously impacting a rock giant.
The Blood Demon Lord stood on one side of the Blood River, his gloomy gaze crossing the battlefield and falling on the mudstone on the other side of the river.
At this moment, the Blood Demon Lord is still elegant, but unfortunately this elegant temperament still cannot hide his inner depression and sadness at the moment.
"This is the number of rock giants I have destroyed?"
His voice was very soft, but it was clear enough to reach Mudstone's ears across the distance.
Mudstone's face was tense, but there was no sign of fatigue at all:
"Too many, definitely more than fifty. You are very powerful, the strongest Sarkaz I have ever met."
Even though he was being praised, the Blood Demon Lord just couldn't feel happy.
He really couldn't understand how this girl from the same tribe in front of him did it. She definitely couldn't beat him in terms of physical strength, but her endurance gave him the illusion that he was facing Qi Yan.
From the beginning of the battle, he was forcibly dragged by the mudstone.
If he unleashed his full strength, it would not be impossible for him to defeat the enemy quickly and crush the mudstone by force, but the Blood Demon Lord was very worried that the noise would be too loud and would attract Qi Yan. After all, the girl had Qi Yan's aura on her, and it was very strong...
Thinking of this, the Blood Demon Lord became even more depressed.
He suddenly wanted to leave.
It's not just about leaving the battlefield, but leaving Londinium and Victoria directly, and finding a place where he would never run into Qi Yan to have a good sleep.
"Alas, I'm afraid there's no such place on this earth... Why not go to the sea?"
The Blood Demon Lord sighed, waved his hand to control the blood and continued to play house with Mud Rock.
While being restrained by Mudrock, the Blood Demon Lord still had the energy to idly survey the battle situation.
The city defense forces that had surrendered to the Sarkaz were now being suppressed by the Self-Defense Forces and Rhodes Island. They were trapped in the command headquarters building and could not even raise their heads.
The Sarkaz soldiers tried to attack from the side, but were stopped by a team led by a golden Pegasus. Golden Originium skills rained down on the street, and the beautiful appearance concealed a terrifying murderous intent.
The Sarkaz mercenaries were easily held back by a group of Victorian soldiers led by an elite operator from Rhodes Island, causing Lord Blood Demon to seriously suspect that they were also slacking off.
However, the scavenger team, which was originally intended to be a surprise force, was defeated by the long spear that flew in from outside the city.
In terms of high-end combat power, the Sarkaz also have no advantage.
The Pardoner was defended alone by the young Banshee Lord.
The shapeshifter's strange luck finally met his nemesis, and he was blocked by the weird sea boy from Rhodes Island. It seemed that the two sides had already started to chat while fighting...
The Blood Demon Lord's gaze wandered around, and the more he looked, the more tired he felt.
Finally, his sight fell on the center of the battle. A team from Rhodes Island had raided the roof of the command headquarters.
The traitor from the Absolution Master lineage didn't even need to draw his sword before he beat Lieutenant Colonel Leto, who had surrendered to the Sarkaz, so hard that he fled in panic.
The only thing that made Lord Blood Demon feel relieved was that Theresa's method was quite successful. The young demon king was in a very bad condition, and even the 'Black Crown' was somewhat out of control.
But the Blood Demon Lord saw the Filin woman who led the nations to destroy Kazdel two hundred years ago, accompanying the young Demon King and constantly speaking to comfort her.
The Blood Demon Lord suddenly felt an urge that "the world is not worth it".
"Sarkaz...this is not the Sarkaz I remember."
He sighed and said sadly: "We should not be so weak, nor should we be so passive. The glory of the Sarkaz should not be tarnished by others."
"Do you think this is a defilement?"
Mudstone on the other side of the Blood River said, “I don’t know what the glory of the Sarkaz is in your eyes, and I won’t persist in looking for it in my own blood.
If I need glory, if the Sarkaz need glory, I should create it with my own hands instead of just reminiscing about the past. "
The Blood Demon Lord raised his chin slightly and said proudly:
"What do you know? Young fellow, you have never seen that glory. You have forgotten what Tikaz is."
“History should be remembered, not become a constraint for people living in the present,” Niyan refuted seriously. “Birth, aging, sickness and death, people and things of the past gradually pass away, and young new generations continue to stand up. This is the real progress and development.”
"So what?" asked the Blood Demon Lord casually.
"So the Sarkaz, who have a long lifespan, need to recognize the times more than other races and learn to make changes!"
Mudstone said word by word: "Mr. Blood Demon, it's time for you to wake up from your old illusions."
There was a flash of hatred in the Blood Demon Lord's eyes.
He hated Mudrock's preaching.
"Young man, your boasting will not make me look at you in a new light, but will only expose your shallowness and ignorance."
The Blood Demon Lord slowly opened his arms. He suppressed the melancholy in his heart and regained his former elegance and pride. "Since we are from the same race, I don't mind showing you what Tikaz is."
Mudstone frowned and quickly raised the hammer to block in front of him.
The Blood Demon Lord looked at her actions and smiled contemptuously:
"I won't attack you. I'll just let you feel a little bit of the great glory of Tikaz."
After he finished speaking, the Blood Demon Lord gently closed his eyes, as if he was looking for something within himself.
Without waiting for Mudrock to react, the Blood Demon Lord opened his eyes again.
The purest red emerged from the depths of the Blood Demon Lord's eyes, and a twisted blood crown appeared above his head.
The formal dress on the Blood Demon Lord moved without wind, and an inexplicable aura emanated from his body.
Mudstone's face changed, and she was surprised to find that her heart began to beat faster and faster uncontrollably. The blood in her body seemed to be summoned by something, and it became excited and crazy, flowing violently in her body like boiling water.
"This...this is..."
"This is Tikaz."
The Blood Demon Lord spread his palm towards the mudstone, and a crystal drop of blood slowly emerged from his fingertips and floated above his palm.
The moment this drop of 'Tikaz Blood' appeared, all the Sarkaz bodies on the battlefield of the command headquarters shook at the same time.
Their blood was boiling and roaring at them.
Regardless of one's own stance or the purity of one's bloodline, as long as one is a member of the Sarkaz clan, at this moment, one can feel the terrifying power from history slowly reviving in the deepest part of one's body.
Mudstone's hand holding the hammer handle trembled slightly.
It wasn't that she was under any pressure, it was simply that her strength was increasing exponentially. The surging violent power made her feel the urge to vent it with all her might, and the desire to become the master of this battle.
The situation that was originally favorable to the Self-Defense Army and Rhodes Island immediately began to reverse as the strength of the Sarkaz soldiers doubled.
The Blood Demon Lord looked down at the battle from above, his mouth slightly raised:
"Look, how beautiful it is! This is our race, and this is the power that should belong to us."
Mudstone had no answer.
The Blood Demon Lord was even more proud of this: "How about it, now you finally understand?"
"Do not."
Mudstone took a deep breath, leaned his hammer on the ground, and slowly smiled:
"Is this the power that makes you addicted?
That really disappoints me, Mr. Blood Demon, you actually lost your pursuit of the future just because of this power. Do you think I will be affected by this power?"
The Blood Demon Lord frowned.
Mudstone's smile became clearer and clearer:
“I’m sorry, I’ve experienced powers far beyond this, but I’ve never changed my resolve.
Let the past be the past. I am willing to remember its appearance, but I will never let it control me. I will keep moving forward and stick to my dreams.
This is the meaning of my existence, Mud Rock, and the future is the meaning that a race should pursue! "
Mudstone's voice became more and more firm. She suddenly raised her hands and clasped them above her head:
“Fertile Rock, stand up!”
Londinium, trembling at the call of the mudstone.
The Blood Demon Lord's expression gradually became dull.
He found that he seemed to have inadvertently created a somewhat outrageous opponent.
When the opponent has unlimited mana bars but the output limit is not enough, he will help to raise the opponent's output limit by a large margin...