On a rainy night, Qin Yuan woke up from a putrid medical garbage dump, with ice-blue blood burning through the cement floor in his right arm. The blood-stained marriage certificate is clutched in his left hand, and the broken bones of thirty corpses remain in his right hand - these are the marks of his unconscious killings. When he caught the falling Lin Xuewei at an altitude of 228 meters, the white magnolia pendant around the woman's neck exploded, revealing the cold light of the god-killing gene.
"Your blood is the key to hell."
Lin Xuewei's gene pen pierced his neck, and a scarlet warning flashed: 99.9% Non-human.
The Chinese Long Shuai, who died three years ago, became the number one experimental subject of the Black Gold Chamber of Commerce. Under the sniper scope of the former adjutant Xiao Ce, the dragon scale battle marks on Qin Yuan's back were swallowing up the entire city's electricity. What was fatal was the military emblem on the scene where the Lin family was wiped out - it exactly matched the fragments of his armor.
When the alien mural in the belly of Kunlun Mountain came to life, the body of Long Shuai in the twelve ice coffins opened his vertical pupils: "In the ninth reincarnation, you are the final variable."
On the night when the genetic missile tore through the clouds, Lin Xuewei's blood bloomed into a magnolia forest on the streets of New York. Her heart gradually crystallized, and every time Qin Yuan killed an enemy, his memory disappeared. When the countdown to the nuclear explosion rang throughout the imperial capital, he was shocked to realize that "killing gods" was just an observation game played by advanced civilizations.
The blood-stained marriage certificate was suspended in the core of the alien mastermind, and the gilt threads were wrapped around their wrists.
"Kill me so that the sword can cut off the star ring." Lin Xuewei's fingertips sank into the crystallized chest.
Qin Yuan's sword screamed in the radiation, and the oath on the hilt resonated with the inscriptions of the Twelve Annihilated Civilizations:
Mountains and rivers are forever solid, and peace will last forever.
When memory snowflakes cover the earth, and there are rumors in the slums that when a blue-eyed man tears apart a mecha, the fragrance of white magnolia will float out of the wound.
