That represents absolute manipulation.

Eternal manipulation.

From mind, to personality, to body.

Just like a puppet on strings, he will be controlled by Tang San for life after life, and he can never be freed.

Under Tang San's face covered with Shura magic patterns, buried was a paranoid soul that was almost crazy.

He is even more chilling than the pure lunatic Bibi Dong was when he was still awake.

Because Tang San himself was a calm madman.

A calm and powerful madman.

It's not that he has a cool mind, but that he has a calm mind.

A madman's thinking is chaotic and his logic collapses.

But Tang San was different.

He has his own perfect logic.

No matter what he did, no matter how morally corrupt it was in the eyes of the general public, in his heart, he was the flawless and pure one.

In Tang San's view, he was perfect, without any shortcomings at all.

Such people are the most terrifying.

It's like a time bomb.

It seems normal on weekdays, but it can get out of control at any time.

Tang San, whose thinking and logic was very different from ordinary people, was a master of shamelessness, double standards, despicableness and selfishness.

Even the most cruel criminal would spit out a mouthful of phlegm after taking one look at what Tang San did.

Except Tang Xiaozi.

They would only rush to lick Tang San's buttocks, and while exclaiming how delicious it was, they would also give countless shameless explanations that even Tang San himself would be ashamed of.

Tang Xiaozi's double standards and shamelessness were even worse than Tang San himself.

When things have progressed to this point, no god can hope that Tang San can defeat Qian Chaoguang, defeat the Immortal Empire, and rebuild the world of gods.

Those gods who were still a little unconvinced at first were selfish at best, but they were not stupid.

Qian Chaoguang had already said before that as long as they accepted ideological reform and paid off their sins, the Immortal Empire would be willing to let them go.

But what if Tang San ruled instead?

No one could imagine what a terrifying scene it was.

Who wants to live with their head in their belt every day?

Therefore, countless gods spoke out in unison, shouting that they admitted their mistakes, and only hoped that Qian Chaoguang could quickly kill this scourge Tang San, and completely let go of their hanging hearts.

Qian Chaoguang ignored them, just quietly holding Wushuang Dao and watching the show together.

He wanted to see how many extraordinary feats Tang San could still perform.

Also, what exactly did Xiao Wu want to do when she stabbed Tang San in the back?

Whether it was to severely injure him or to take revenge and vent her anger, she had to have a purpose.

Xiao Wu didn't look at Tang San again.

She closed her eyes, struggled to stand up, and staggered towards the direction of the people of the Immortal Empire.

"Xiao Wu, you..."

Oscar held the unconscious Ning Rongrong in his arms, the expression on his face already extremely complicated.

If he had previously had the idea of ​​repaying Tang San's kindness.

But now, he has also begun to retreat in his heart.

After Tang San said those shameless words just now in front of everyone, Oscar finally understood why his former brothers and sisters would betray the verdict without hesitation.

Yes, it's not that they betrayed Tang San.

It was Tang San who betrayed them first.

Facing such an extremely unfamiliar Tang San, even Oscar, who valued love and justice, had a hard time convincing himself to continue standing in front of a beast who didn't even care about his own daughter's life.

Xiao Wu glanced at Oscar, who had been sealed with divine power, and then at Ning Rongrong, who was in a coma, but she didn't say anything.

She just shook her head slightly and continued to stagger forward.

Very slowly, very slowly.

That direction is where Wang Dong is.

"Xiao Wu, what are you going to do!" Tang San looked at her angrily and couldn't help but yell, "Come back to me! Do you really want to carry..."

"Silence, stay still."

Qian Chaoguang faintly spit out four golden characters.

Strangely, these four golden characters disappeared in the air, and Tang San was immediately like a goose that had been strangled by the neck, unable to move, and even lost the ability to speak.

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Seeing Xiao Wu gradually approaching, Qiu'er silently tightened her grip on the Golden Dragon Spear, as if she was ready to take action at any time.

But the next moment, Wang Dong on the side patted her back, signaling her to relax and not be so nervous.

"She won't do anything." Wang Dong said in the soul connection, "I can feel her heart."

The originally sharp aura on Qiu'er's body stagnated for a few seconds, and finally gradually relaxed and returned to calm.

The sharp front end of the Golden Dragon Spear is also smooth and restrained, without any hint of power.

Everyone just watched quietly, watching Xiao Wu, dragging his broken body, move step by step in front of Wang Dong.

She looked up and down Wang Dong's super-artifact-level full-body battle armor, and then looked at the Frostmourne in Wang Dong's hand. The rich sadness on her face finally melted away like spring returning to the earth, revealing a smile.

.

"Child, you are Wang Dong, right?"

Wang Dong did not deny it, and made a somewhat depressed voice from under his mask: "How did you recognize me? Is it the martial spirit? Or the aura? Even if you have entered that memory, you shouldn't be able to recognize me."

indeed.

It has been more than ten years since Wang Dong's dusty memory.

Whether it was Frostmourne, the super-artifact battle armor, or all the abilities that Wang Dong displayed now, Xiao Wu had never seen them before.

Although she watched the whole battle from a distance, Xiao Wu did not have outstanding mental strength.

Therefore, she was unable to see the actions of both sides after the battle, let alone the conversation between Qian Chaoguang and the Goddess of Life and others at that time, and gain insight into the details.

All she knew were those memories.

"Nothing." Xiao Wu smiled and shook her head, "It's just a feeling."

"Feeling? I don't understand." Wang Dong frowned slightly, "You blew yourself up with supernatural power, your body was severely injured, and you still come here, just to talk about this?"

"No......"

Xiao Wu didn't have any other reaction, she just stared at Wang Dong's faceplate infatuatedly, and tentatively stretched out a hand stained with blood.

"Can you let me...touch your face?"

At this moment, Wang Dong was silent.

She suddenly didn't know how to face Xiao Wu's request.

She originally wanted to say "no".

However, looking at Xiao Wu's eyes full of hope, which could even be regarded as a humble request and expression, when the words came to her lips, she suddenly couldn't say them out.

Do you really want to refuse?

There was silence for nearly half a minute.

Wang Dong still didn't speak, and looked at Xiao Wu with increasingly complicated eyes.

However, her helmet and visor slowly subsided like water waves at this moment, revealing the heroic face inside.

Her short pink-blue hair looked a little messy after the previous battle.

For some unknown reason, Wang Dong suddenly took out an ancient wooden comb from the storage soul guide, combed through his scattered hair, and made it as tidy as possible.

Even Wang Dong herself doesn't remember when this wooden comb came into her hands.

It seemed that Daming had been using this comb to comb her hair since she could remember.

He took care of her beautifully all day long.

Looking at that familiar face that was familiar but different from the memory, Xiao Wu's eyes turned red.

Two lines of clear tears flowed down, crossing the scars stained with blood.
To be continued...