Even if a fisherman enters an infinite game, he still has to cast a rod

Minister Jiang realized that the villain was holding the key and was about to ask for too much, so he warned him angrily:

"Jiang Yuan, enough is enough. I can remove the collar on your neck, and I can also detonate it at any time."

"Of course you can. Anyway, when I die, the whole world will be buried with me. It's not a loss." Jiang Yuan said this roguely, and then he spun the core on his fingertips again, playing with it like a spinning top.

This sentence was too heavy. The upright Captain Wu could not bear to hear it and stepped forward to try to stop him: "Jiang Yuan you...!"

"Don't cause trouble."

This time it was Qiuci who grabbed Wuquhou by the collar and explained:

"This is the Holy Lord's negotiation technique."

Wu Qu’s eyes widened into copper bells: What a fucking skill!!!

People were running and calling for help, and strong winds were blowing through the streets, sending sparks flying from the wreckage of cars.

The heavy Tiangong was still more than ten kilometers away from the ground. The rubble smashed the outer wall of the World Trade Center. Despair was riding over the entire Xijing, creating crazy phenomena.

The leader advised: "Xiao Jiang, that's not the way to say it. You destroyed the core not for us, but for the people of Liming."

Jiang Yuan: "Uncle Hu, have you heard of the Cocoon Breaking Project?"

Leader: “What?”

Unfortunately, playing dumb was useless to Jiang Yuan, as he could tell something was going on from the other person's tone.

"It seems you know. That's right, without your approval, my master, a small minister, would not be able to do it on such a large scale."

"So you guys treat people like firewood all day long, and now you're trying to blackmail me into working for you for free? How shameless! Besides, I don't give a shit about your people."

The leader's chest felt tight and he almost passed out.

"You rascal!"

Song Lao, who was standing by, was really confused: "What's the cocoon-breaking plan? What's firewood? Xiao Jiang, what are you talking about?"

Seeing that it was already dark outside, Jiang Jian didn't have time to argue with this evil disciple anymore.

"Tell me what you want."

The good disciple spoke frankly:

"Let the End of Law Church take over the Ministry of Security."

Master Jiang was even more straightforward:

"Impossible, let Liming die."

They can give up some of their interests for the sake of people's lives and deaths.

But giving up power touches the most fundamental bottom line and is absolutely impossible.

Jiang Yuan was naturally aware of this, and he said this not because he really wanted the Security Department, but to make his subsequent conditions sound less outrageous.

"Okay, I'll take a step back then."

He waved his hand slowly.

"You keep labeling me as a cult leader, and I feel wronged. So first, I recognize the legal status of the Dharma Ending Church and don't pursue the past matters."

Ah, praise the Lord!!!

Qiu Ci's mechanical eyes sparkled with happiness, like two large flashlights in the dark night.

Jiang Jian gritted his teeth and said, "Okay."

Jiang Yuan touched the small fish floating in front of him and said, "Second point, after the game is over, you are not allowed to embarrass everyone in this game, especially the executives. It's not easy for them to do the most tiring work and be backstabbed by big shots like you."

Jiang Jian nodded: "Okay, but you have to promise not to reveal any content of the Cocoon Breaking Plan."

"Of course, I'm not interested in your dirty secrets anyway." Jiang Yuan finished speaking, coughed lightly, and solemnly announced the last point:

"Third, award me the Medal of Honor and broadcast at the entrance of the security department, loudly thanking me for saving your lives. As for the time, broadcasting every day will disturb the people, so just broadcast for three years, from 7 am to 7 pm, with no holidays."

One minister couldn't sit still and said, "Only for three years? You're so bold to ask for that!!!"

The way Jiang Yuan broadcasts it is simply slapping all of them in the face in front of the public every day!

"You don't have to agree to it." Jiang Yuan poked the core innocently:

"I didn't force you." He poked him twice more.

Jiang Jian closed his eyes and pressed the blue veins on his temples: "Three months."

Jiang Yuan: “One year.”

"make a deal."

After Jiang Jian finished speaking, he added: "But the condition is that you must kill Qingluan."

What he meant was that he wanted to take back this mysterious door.

Jiang Yuan reminded: "But Master, are you sure you want to recycle such an evil door? I'm afraid you can't kill the cancer. You can't always trouble me for help, right?"

Jiang Jian: "Don't worry about that."

He has spent so much time, effort and resources on it. Even if he can't use it for the time being, he can keep it as a deterrent weapon.

"Okay, although it doesn't suit my style..." Jiang Yuan said helplessly:

"But I promise to kill Qingluan."

The deal was done and the call was ended.

The conference room fell silent again.

Dark clouds were surging outside the window, wrapping the terrifying heavenly palace in it, getting closer and closer, like a giant of creation curled up and falling.

A storm was about to come, leaves were falling, trees on the roadside were leaning in one direction, glass windows were smashing, and people were in a state of panic.

Everyone present knew that these conditions meant that the cult leader was about to cause trouble again, and based on past experience, this lunatic Jiang Yuan would only go even further.

The leader looked out the window at the darkness and sighed.

"If you let the tiger go back to the mountains, there will be unrest again."

*

In the heavenly palace, deep in the heart of cancer eradication.

In the turbid other world, laser swords and fish bubbles temporarily replaced the light source.

The scarlet spider silk flashed like a meteor and passed across the owner's throat.

The special collar wrapped in black leather was cut diagonally from the front of the Adam's apple, splitting the hound iron sheet in two, and the precision instrument inside was cut, leaving the cut surface as smooth as a mirror.

This harmful garbage that accompanied Jiang Yuan throughout the entire game was ruthlessly discarded and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The snow-haired son of God rubbed the red mark on his neck comfortably, twisted his neck, stretched his thin arms, and the joints made "crunching" sounds.

"Ah, it feels good to be free."

Jiang Yuan narrowed his eyes with joy, and did not forget to thank the hero who helped him regain his freedom.

"Thanks to you this time, little one."

He looked up at the six huge bird eyes above his head and said sincerely:

"Any last words?"

The six bird eyes turned around, and after the transaction just now, Qingluan's bird brain finally reacted to something very important.

"Yuan Lang, you are my most beloved one. I would be happy to die in your hands." At this point, the sharp voice in the cave became a little cunning:

"But the question is, will I really die?"

"Not only me, but everything in this game will be reborn in the next game. Everyone here will be trapped in an infinite reincarnation with me, and will never be able to be reborn!"

Captain Wu realized the problem and immediately yelled in anger:

"Fuck you, you bitch!!!"

But Qingluan was right. According to the rules of the game, after the sect leader died, Huo Guangyao, the suicidal Tianpeng, and countless miserable mortals, demons, and gods in this game would all be resurrected in the next game, and experience death over and over again, so that the security department could get props!!!

The most disgusting situation is that Jiang Jian sent executives to come over to attack every day, treating Huo Guangyao as a beastly NPC, killing him repeatedly!!!

This is a hell of a joke!!!

“Hahahaha come on! Kill me, crush my heart, let me feel your most deadly love. As long as I don’t die, we will meet again sooner or later and continue our past relationship without end!!! Ha!!! Hahaha, hahahahahahaha!!!!!!”

Faced with the crazy declaration of love that was like a curse, Jiang Yuan stood where he was, his heart calm. Under his hair, he looked at Qingluan's expression with helplessness and pity, just like a serial killer looking at a naughty child who was seeking death, admiring his last madness.

"Little guy, I promised Master that I would kill you, but I didn't promise to kill the Sect Master."

Qingluan laughed crazily.

"What do you mean?"

An ominous, indescribable, and terrible premonition that made birds hate suddenly rose in his consciousness.

It is a kind of disgust that is difficult to eliminate even if you become a cancer killer.

"Don't forget, your identity as Queen Mother of the West was stolen from the very beginning."

The snow-haired man skillfully took out a black fishing rod from his pocket and swung it lightly. The rod hung like a whip above the pale blue organ held in his other hand.

Jiang Yuan announced gently: "It's about time to return it to its original owner."