Chapter 222 The Power of Coke

This title seems to be a little bit more effective than calling Muzi and Aiolos. Wang Zhong's eyes lit up, and he shouted two shocking words: "Coke! Ham sausage!"

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Muzi's world is black and white.

In fact, when he was just born, such a black and white world did not belong to him.

He originally had a happy and sweet family. His parents were the lords of a small territory of Tutankhamun, sitting in an oasis with a radius of tens of miles. The people there were very friendly, farming in the oasis and hunting in the desert. , the father who is the lord has always been known as the virtuous lord in the territory, and the kind mother is a well-known beauty. In the eyes of everyone, this is a family made in heaven.

It was an incomparably beautiful childhood, Muzi grew up surrounded by everyone's love and concern, like a genius like a monster, he awakened the power of new human beings early, until his third birthday.

Father went out early in the morning, and heard from mother that he was going to prepare the most precious gift in the world for Muzi, the Coke and ham sausage from the Federation!

He has heard of those two things, and the most perfect words in the world can't describe the delicacy of those two miraculous foods. Xiao Muzi has been looking forward to it since the morning, it will definitely be a wonderful birthday, If he hadn't walked into the manor used by the priest while playing.

There is a very ordinary coffin in the manor. When his father offered sacrifices to the Lord last year, he saw it from a distance once. He heard that it was a family heirloom handed down from his family since the dark ages. What a good 'heirloom', but I feel that this forbidden product that everyone talks about has an indescribable kindness.

He couldn't help reaching out his hand to touch it, and then the coffin, which was said to have been handed down for more than ten generations without any abnormalities, changed color, emitting that faint, faint blue light.

The coffin was opened without warning, like opening Pandora's box, the beautiful and colorful world disappeared, and the nightmare began.

Everything around him seemed to be cursed. That night, on the way back from delivering the goods, his father heard that he was attacked by a large-scale desert beast swarm. The whole team had no bones left, followed by his mother who also fell ill. The son stayed by her bed for only three days, and he watched with his own eyes that his mother's black hair turned into thick white hair within three days.

The mother seemed to know something, looked at the weeping Muzi who was holding her hand by the hospital bed and sighed softly, staring at him with that kind of loving eyes until she was silent.

The territory held a grand funeral for their parents, but on the day of the funeral, the group of beasts that attacked the father's cargo team attacked the territory again.

All kinds of unheard-of and unseen mutated creatures wreak havoc in the territory, tearing everything in the territory to pieces and turning them into ashes.

But it was as if no mutant beast could 'see' him, nor could he see the coffin, among the ruins everywhere, only the two of them were left.

He trembled, feared, unwilling, and regretted. If he could choose again, he would definitely not touch that coffin. He felt that all this was brought about by that ominous coffin! But every time it came to the last moment of the picture, he took it up without hesitation. He wanted to study it and conquer it. At least, he couldn't let his parents die so unclearly! But this road is too long, and it has been more than ten years. He is constantly moving forward, and his strength has grown enough to use terror. However, his understanding of this coffin is still limited to simple black and white, simple The life and death of the coffin may have grasped some special uses of the coffin, but it cannot directly point to the essence.

These images hidden in the deepest part of his heart are being played back again and again in Muzi's mind at this moment. This is a nightmare he would have almost every night a few years ago. At first he struggled to wake up, but That kind of struggle was obviously useless, he sank into his dream over and over again, feeling the pain that made him the most miserable in the dream, and then when he was in the most pain, he fell asleep again and started to sleep again. Dreaming of the same dream, day after day, year after year...

Until he suddenly heard a very faint voice from nowhere: "Muzi..."

The previous one was his own name. There were too many people calling his name like that in the territory, so Muzi couldn’t care about it. He was still in the scene of the beasts raging, maybe it was a terrified acquaintance in the territory who called it, but He was only three years old, and there was nothing he could do except panic and cry.

"Baldy..."

This address made Muzi startled, as if he remembered something, he glanced suspiciously in the air.

Until a louder voice appeared: "Coke! Ham sausage!"

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If he is weak, then Muzi is dead now, but he is not dead, he is alive and growing stronger, this is for him to figure out his destiny and find his destination, whether he is alive or dead, but definitely not confused!

"It's... Wang Zhong?" Muzi thought of this name, and the picture in front of him shattered like glass, and he saw those dimensional mayflies lying on his body.

There was a frightening look in Muzi's eyes, it turned out that these things dare to desecrate the most sacred place in his heart!

His world has always been simple, life and death, black and white, either friend or enemy, there is no possibility of neutrality!

A terrifying soul power surged from his body immediately, like a judgment of life and death! Those dimensional mayflies lying on his body didn't even have a chance to react, and instantly dimmed, like countless dust, shaking to the ground!

Then a bright passage appeared in front of his eyes!

And in another portal of Floating Life Gate, Aiolos' eyes finally opened.

Just now, he was experiencing a seemingly endless battle, countless terrifying dimensional creatures, sixth-level or even seventh-level, and even the high-level eighth-level! Crazy waves flocked towards him like mountains and seas, he fought desperately and was constantly injured until he died.

The master Aiolos remembers said that this is his way, the way of nature - the law of the jungle and the survival of the fittest!

He likes fighting, especially this kind of passionate battle. He likes the feeling of becoming stronger. Only in such a passionate battle can he become stronger and stronger!

Others' fights have more purpose, and his fights are for fighting!

In fact, he knows this place very well, and even understands very clearly that this place is just an illusion. He even feels that he can force himself to wake up at any time, but so what?

This kind of bloody battle made him intoxicated, the real sense of shock, feeling the strange and strange manipulation of dimensional power by the powerful dimensional creatures around him, made him fascinated, every new monster appeared, every time Even an exhausted death made him want to stop!

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