Fantasy World Transmigration

When Chen Ang’s gaze was swept again, everyone who was watched by the calm, even indifferent eyes felt chilling, fear and anger intertwined, turning into an unspeakable emotion in the chest.

The clown who was neglected by the side suddenly struggled twice, and stubbornly raised his already fuzzy head.

The clown’s eyes were confused at first, and then when he heard the footsteps of the beggar approaching, he turned to panic. He flicked the floor with his fingers in vain, moving one inch and one inch, but the speed was too slow.

After a while, I saw a pair of shoes parked in front of him. The clown eyes looked up, but only saw Chen Ang staring at him with his head.

The eyes were fierce and indifferent, so that the clown couldn’t help but groan, and the fear of pushing to the ruin became a suffocating scent. The clown licked his teeth and grinned at Chen Ang.

“I seem to have done you…”

When Chen Ang laughed, he ran back to the original place, took a stone brick from the corner, and walked straight toward the clown. Before he finished speaking, he slammed his brick on his forehead. , another one.

The people around you are chilling, and a big fighting field, except for the sound of breathing, is the sound of bricks licking on flesh and blood.

After a few squats, the clown was completely soft on the ground. Chen Ang had to pull his hind legs and drag him to the center of the stage. The long blood slid like a brush, as if it was a returning light, dragging like a dead dog. The clown on the ground almost smashed the last trace of obstinacy from the ground and rushed toward Chen Ang.

He bites Chen Ang like a dying wolf, and his flesh and blood splatter like a water point, and a tragic gas rushes over.

Chen Ang slammed his ankle on his lower abdomen and heard a clear break. The upper and lower body of the clown was folded in half, and the spine was weird and twisted into a u shape, slamming and falling on the ground.

Hey, in front of the clown, Chen Ang took a closer look: “You call the clown?” He pointed to the clown’s mouth: “No, this is not a clown!”

“What is the charm of the clown? Love and madness… You are crazy enough, but not enough. I want to see what you care about most? Then tell you a very clowning truth: bad days, will put any Man becomes me!” Chen Ang flipped through the memory of the clown and then smothered it like a graffiti.

Finally he took out his knife and made a smiling expression on the face of the clown.

The clown tried to stop him. He lifted his hand and grabbed Chen Ang’s trousers. He struggled desperately. Chen Ang pulled out the brick, facing the hand, and twice, leaving only a layer of flesh-and-finish fingers. No longer able to catch Chen Ang.

Chen Ang stuffed the knife into the clown’s mouth and quickly finished the creation. Looking at the clown’s cracked smile, he calmly stepped back and turned and sighed: “This is a clown!”

The arena is a small enclosed space. The glare of the lights has been seen for a long time. The eyes will be spent. More and more iron thorns are wrapped around this space. The orange and some old rays of light shine on this thorn. In the bush, blood spots and rust are intertwined, and there is no cruel taste.

The mechanical, icy and simple test and game continues, and a lucky body hangs on the thorn wall, the body is pierced by an iron sling, hanging like a cross, as the body begins to pile up High, bloody suffocating. A rich and unspeakable malice and cruelty flow in the void.

Nourish this evil soil.

Chen Ang is not lacking in sacrifices. There are always some constant offerings coming from all sides of the city to provide materials for this bloody festival. The game is still going on. The lucky ones completed in the first round have become corpses. Those who have unfortunately failed only have a cruel game for their love.

Hook did not need to participate in the game for his family, but he tried his best to complete the end of the game. He used all his inspiration and creativity to create nightmares, blood and cruelty.

There are fewer and fewer people living, and the latter things don’t need Chen Ang to intervene. The villains are tormenting each other. They turn like a grinding disc and grind themselves into flesh and blood. The more cruel the game was, the more cruel it was. When Robert came off, the scene had already reached Chen Ang and couldn’t bear to read it.

“So the ability to be outstanding is not as good as a good system…” Chen Ang was there to punish the punisher: “In the beginning, my means were rough, I could only scare those who are weaker and have a heart.” The people who were concerned, but then, those who had the strong motivation to end it were excavated by me.”

“They started to move on to accomplish this. At this time, the system has opened a good start. It can gradually improve itself. Those who do not have the power to make oil and oil become fuel and are gradually consumed, but those are motivated. People, whether it is revenge or madness. They are creative, and the system gives them the conditions to be creative.”

“In this process, I only need to tinker with the system, and they have completed the game themselves!”

“Now we have thirteen carriers…” Chen Ang swept through the distorted, unobtrusive bodies, clowns, Roberts, Gatsby… these are the people who have not been redeemed from the game, their end It will be ten times worse than everyone who died.

The richness is almost as fast as the real malice in this slaughterhouse. The super-heroes take the chicks away from here, and the punishing violently dispels the ‘residents’ near the building.

The wounds on the thirteen carriers have been crusted. In fact, according to common sense, they should have died. But under a strange force, they are not only struggling, but the resentful twisted soul mourns, the wounds on the body even In recovery.

The tiny tentacles grow out of the wound and get flesh and blood, groping on their bodies.

In Chen Ang’s perception, these people’s bodies are rapidly deteriorating. There is indeed something coming from the void into their bodies. The whole process of alienation makes the scalp numb.

The soul of the carrier is an incomparable torture. The indescribable existence, the ordinary people take a glance, the spirit will be greatly polluted, and it is on the verge of madness. Even people who are as smart as Stark and so determined by the Captain America will be seriously affected, and these carriers can be said to be intimately intimate with those monsters.

It is a living to insert their bodies into their bodies.

“As someone said: bad days will turn anyone into me!”

Chen Ang sighed: “I don’t think there is anything worse than this. What about being a man? The most important thing is to be happy. I hope you could have been a clown for someone who is happy!” He bent four fingers on himself. The ear was marked with a quotation mark.