Doomsday Wonderland

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The pointed-toed short boots left the ground and plunged deeply into Woyu's soft belly. The heavy force immediately stirred and penetrated his internal organs, forcing all the air out of his trachea. The excruciating pain turned his vision into darkness, but he could imagine the veins protruding from his blood-red skin, and a stream of saliva mixed with bloodshot eyes slowly flowed out of the corner of his mouth.

Among the dozen or so kicks he had endured, this one was not the heaviest.

"I'm a more traditional person," the man whose name remained unknown breathlessly laughed above him. "Evolution or not, I still prefer this ancient way."

Woyu felt someone grab his hair, tear his scalp, and pull his head up painfully. As the air flowed into his mouth, his vision gradually became clearer, and he could barely see the blurry outline of the man.

"People cannot bear pain. This is determined by their physiological structure."

The former commander's fingers were as heavy as iron, and Woyu felt as if his scalp was hissing away from his skull; in the other's heavy breathing, there was still the smell of dinner beef: "...I can continue, look. It depends on the limit of your endurance. I can also stop and throw you to a corner of the planet, and you will never see me again. Which one you choose is up to you."

Even though he knew that his combat power was low, Woyu still tried to fight just now. Although his evolutionary ability [Natural Habitat] allows him to quickly adapt to various environments, it can't help at this moment; all the attacks he throws collapse in front of this man.

But that wasn't what got him into his current situation.

Because he asked Shales to help him defend against the enemy.

"Do you think you are safe because you secretly changed my password?"

Following his sneer, he banged Woyu's head against the wine table. The dull sound of the impact vibrated from the skull to the spine. After he slid down the drink table, the man stepped on his ear with a boot and rubbed the sole hard back and forth a few times; amidst the rustling sound, severe pain pierced through his skin and ear bones like a thin snake. .

It wasn't until his hearing returned to his ears that he heard the man's voice gradually become clearer: "...Mother Ship, there are no weapons in the cabin at all. It seems that you are not very familiar with spaceships... How could you know this during construction? Where is the gun pointed at the spaceship inside, let me ask you?"

During these few words, he gave Woyu a few more hard blows. The man was looking for parts of the human body that were both fragile and could cause severe pain. He seemed to be no longer a novice; blood, saliva, and tears were dripping from Woyu's face. He opened his mouth wide and gasped like a broken bellows. Loud.

"If you hadn't shouted so loudly, I wouldn't have realized that you changed the key." The man smiled softly and grabbed his hair again. "Now, either tell me the new key, or continue to taste my heritage."

Although Woyu is weak, he is not stupid.

The only thing stopping the man from killing himself now is the new key in his head. If you can't bear the pain and tell him, you will definitely be thrown out of Exodus...

But the pain was too unbearable, like an endless living hell with no end to the darkness. He had never realized that people could be so short-sighted before, so short-sighted that he just wanted to end this pain and didn't care about anything else.

No, no, hold it in... He blinked vaguely, his gaze resting on the communicator slid to the other end of the room.

It's still quiet.

In order to try not to think about the waves of pain he was experiencing, Woyu clenched the inside of his cheeks, trying to figure out what Lin Sanjiu was doing now and why she stopped calling the communication line.

However, his efforts only lasted for just ten seconds, and he was interrupted again by the pain of broken ribs; followed by the man's sudden high-pitched roar: "Don't tell me! "

"I, I said." Woyu finally couldn't bear it anymore and spat out a few words and a little bloody saliva from between his broken teeth. "Pant...let me...pant...breathe..."

The man slowly let go of his hand, letting him fall to the floor like a bag of rocks.

When he finally gathered enough strength to speak, Woyu slowly opened his mouth; the man was staring at him closely, his neck stretched out long like a vulture.

"The woman who bought, bought your house," he wanted to point at the communicator, but decided to save some energy and rolled his eyes: "She knows everything... Got it. She's about to call in the communicator... …”

Although what he said was not the content of the key, the man's eyes immediately moved to the communicator. He obviously thought he had solved the mystery, and snorted, with unconcealed annoyance in his voice: "So it was she who arranged for you to do this? Being a male favorite is really a dangerous job."

Woyu lowered his head, and every breath he took was like thousands of thin blades cutting through his chest, let alone speaking: "She...she is catching up..."

"What?" The man was startled and immediately squatted down. His rectangular face became clear in his eyes. Woyu cursed secretly in his heart - this guy actually looked more decent than him.

"How did she catch up?"

"F-aircraft..."

The weather-beaten texture of the rectangular face was twisted together with the facial features into a sinister one in an instant. "Did she get the aircraft?" He cursed in a low voice, stood up and walked over Woyu, striding towards the communicator: "You'd better tell the truth."

As soon as his steps fell behind Woyu, the latter immediately forced himself to prop up his upper body and whispered to the screen of the drinks counter without daring for a moment: "Send a suspension cabin in front of me! "

"Okay," when Saras responded, the man turned his head sharply. "What did you say?" He yelled angrily, picked up the communication device on the ground, straightened up and walked towards him - Woyu was so frightened that his liver and gallbladder burst, and he hurriedly walked to the drink table Climb outside.

However, before he could crawl far, he felt someone grabbed him from the back of his heart, and then he was thrown forward, and fell heavily to the ground like a wet rag soaked with blood - "You are not going out. Yes, let me help you!"

Amidst Woyu's constant coughing of blood, the man slowly walked up to him and blocked the way. The light from the corridor outside the door poured into the tea room, giving his feet in black boots a bright edge. Woyu stared at the ground, his head feeling dizzy, and he could hardly hear what he said.

"I'll give you one last chance," the man said angrily, gritting his back teeth, "otherwise, don't blame me -"

Before he finished his sentence, a shadow suddenly appeared on the ground, silently blocking the light behind him; Woyu immediately shouted: "Don't stop! Drive forward!"

Saras obeyed obediently - when the man turned his head sharply, the suspension capsule had already approached and crashed into his upper body; with a muffled sound of iron and flesh impacting, he barely struggled to twist. , groaning in pain and rolling to the ground.

Whether you can escape with your life depends on now!

Woyu propped up his almost broken body, roared with unknown strength, and jumped into the suspension cabin. The door of the suspension cabin had been opened and lowered to a height where he could comfortably sit in it; when Woyu touched the leather cover of the seat and threw half of his body into the cabin, he felt his ankle being pulled. Living.

When his body slid out, he immediately reached out and firmly grasped the steering wheel.

"Sales, drive, drive!" Woyu felt the force behind him getting heavier and heavier, and tears welled up in the corners of his eyes again. "Quick! Top speed!"

"This is not a car," Saras replied gently, and the suspension cabin accelerated suddenly: "Please hold it carefully."

In the severe pain that seemed to tear his body in half, Woyu didn't know how he held the steering wheel tightly without letting go. As the suspension cabin moved forward at high speed, the wind kept hitting his body and face; his legs were hanging in mid-air, and his ankles were tightly grasped by the man - but now his mouth was free.

"Turn!" Woyu shouted again in a hoarse voice, sometimes loudly, sometimes in a breathy voice, and sometimes all he spit out was blood foam: "Turn again, turn again!"

The man was dragged by him and slid all the way forward. Even though he was strong, he was knocked on the ground and around corners, and he kept making muffled sounds. After cursing, he finally had to let go of his hand. Woyu suddenly felt a light touch on his feet and felt a little better. He hurriedly used his last strength to climb into the cockpit and closed the door heavily: "Sha , Saras!"

"Yes. UUkanshuwww.uukanshu.net"

"Don't let that man get close to me," Woyu said breathlessly, "Close the passage doors behind me."

"OK."

This is not completely safe. That man must be very familiar with this spaceship, and maybe there are other ways to restore his control over Shales; apart from anything else, as the true owner of this spaceship, his identity only relies on a set of keys. It would be too careless to guarantee...Why didn't Saras authenticate his physical characteristics, such as fingerprints or pupils? Wouldn't that be safer?

His mind was like a blur, and he became groggy again as he thought about it. He didn't know how many of his bones were broken, but he was surprised that he could still move and be conscious. Even so, when Saras asked him where he was going, Woyu was already on the verge of coma.

"Go...go..." he said drowsily, an idea flashing into his mind like a shadow. "Go to the open-air garden...Lin, Lin Sanjiu...maybe there..."

After he finished speaking, he lost consciousness. 21027 mobile phone users please browse and read for a better reading experience.