Slay the Gods: All the blood of kings must end with the sword!

Lin Xuan followed Jinian, his eyes wandering among the crowd around him.

Although it was night, there were still many people on the street, and most of them were smiling from the heart, with brisk steps. They all seemed to have their own things to do and were living very fulfilling lives.

"President!"

Several high-nosed, blonde women who were obviously of European and American descent waved excitedly at Ji Nian.

Ji Nian waved in response, and Cao Yuan and others behind him were already staring wide-eyed.

They had never seen anyone like Zhang Cheng, especially the blonde girls who were dressed so boldly.

If wearing a low-cut dress means the weather is partially sunny in the northern hemisphere, then for them it is the weather is partially sunny in the southern hemisphere. When they jump, the material on their chests is lifted up.

Well, it’s mainly because I’ve never seen anyone who looks like that, it’s definitely not that they are lustful.

"This floor is considered the Utopia factory. If you want to play, you have to take the stone stairs."

The stone staircase mentioned in the memorial is the huge disc that is rising and falling.

The disc is located in the center of the city, and in the center of the disc stands a stone sculpture.

The memorial on the stone sculpture is wearing a windbreaker, with a wanton and frivolous look on his face. He is standing at the bow of the ship, facing the wind and waves in front of him.

The person who carved this stone sculpture has excellent artistic qualities and has brought the memorial sculpture to life. Through this stone sculpture, Lin Xuan can even see the arrogance and fearlessness of Memorial as a girl.

Everyone stood on the disc, and the dark green chains connecting the stone disc lit up inch by inch, as if dark green light was hanging from the sky. Under their feet, with the statue as the center, gorgeous golden lines lit up inch by inch from the inside out, as if to lead them to the fairyland.

The disc began to vibrate and rise to a higher level.

Lin Xuan looked at the pillars of light in the distance. There were more than one such stone staircases. At night, they looked like pillars of light, magnificent and majestic.

The disc rose one level and arrived at a floor full of futuristic buildings.

"That's the mysterious research institute over there. It's full of mysteries, including many that can't be found in Daxia. You can study it for as long as you want.

The stomach of the Void Whale is also in there, just ask them for it and tell them I gave it to you."

"it is good."

An Qingyu nodded, the excitement in his eyes difficult to conceal.

He was not interested in playing. When he thought about the large number of mysteries he had never seen before to study, his fingers began to move excitedly, as if he was simulating the scene of dissecting a mystery.

"Jiang Er, do you want to go shopping with Lin Xuan and the others?"

Ever since their last communication, An Qingyu has paid special attention to Jiang Er's feelings.

For girls, research should be boring.

"No, I can access the city's surveillance. Even if I stay with you, I can still tour the city in disguise."

Jiang Erxu hugged An Qingyu's neck, looked at Ji Nian, and said with a smile:

"Of course, I still need the master's permission first."

"It's okay, as long as it doesn't invade people's privacy, you can watch it as much as you want."

Commemorate and wave.

"Thank you very much."

An Qingyu nodded to Ji Nian and walked quickly towards the research institute.

Ji Nian looked at An Qingyu's back as he rushed towards the mysterious research institute, and smiled with a plan in mind.

An Qingyu could get those mysteries for free, and she got a free senior researcher.

Not only can it help solve many long-standing problems, but it can also help deal with those more difficult mysterious corpses. This wave, this wave is a win-win situation, which means she wins twice!

Memorial: ξ(?＞??)

Then they went up and arrived at a residential area.

The residential area not only includes residences, but also a place for Utopians to entertain and rest.

Restaurants, dance halls, shopping malls, everything is available.

Hey.

Jinian suddenly stopped and looked up at the store name, as if he was nailed to it.

Following his sight, Lin Xuan saw a conspicuous huge sign.

【Wutong Night】

Lin Xuan's mouth twitched.

It seems that the last trip to Wutong Night has left me with some very good memories.

This guy just moved Wutong Ye here.

Standing at the door of the cowherd club, Jinian could no longer walk.

She hesitated for a moment between going in now and going in later. Finally, with great perseverance, she turned her head and said to Lin Xuan:

"You guys can go shopping on your own. Just put your purchases on my account. I have something else to do. So, excuse me now."

After saying that, Ji Nian strode into the Wutong night.

"Come here, order me twenty-five gigolos. I won't leave until I'm drunk tonight!"

There was a huge cheer in the store, as if they were surprised by the arrival of the anniversary.

Lin Xuan couldn't help but hold his forehead.

Sure enough, he shouldn't have had such high expectations for this guy. He thought that this guy could resist the temptation of twenty handsome guys. He was so depraved.

He is different. If he were to meet twenty beautiful women with different styles dancing for him, Lin Xuan would definitely criticize them seriously with his eyes, instead of degenerating into sensual pleasures like Jin Yian.

After they walked a little further, Cao Yuan looked at the bar with flashing neon lights and gestured to Baili Pangpang.

"Chubby, let's go?"

The two of them were considered regulars at the nightclub. In the past, it was Baili Pangpang who enjoyed the best service while he watched from the side.

(Serious service, trust meˉ\_(ツ)_/ˉ)

"No, no, no."

Baili Pangpang waved his hand and said that he would never go to such a place again.

: "Okay, then do you want to go shopping?"

"That's fine, but I don't know what the currency here is."

"The president of the memorial said to put it on her account first, and at worst, we can pay her back later."

"Too."

"Lin Xuan, Qiye, are you going?"

Lin Xuan shook his head: "I won't go. I want to go to the restaurant first. I don't know what the food at Utopia is like."

"Nanaye, what about you...Nanaye?"

Lin Qiye suddenly came back to his senses, "Oh, me? I haven't made up my mind yet. I'll just wander around by myself first."

"also."

Baili Pangpang saw that Lin Qiye was worried, but he didn't ask any more questions and turned away.

In the mental hospital, Gilgamesh grabbed the ground with both hands, leaving ten deep grooves on the ground, with an extremely painful expression.

Lin Xuan and Sun Wukong stood aside, and Braki sang a light song to ease Gilgamesh's pain.

"Brother Monkey, are you sure what's going on?"

"He said he felt someone was putting memories into his head that didn't belong to him, but that kind of influence requires a medium."

"Could it be that some part of that false God still remains in the mental hospital?"

Braki said vigilantly. He was very wary of the [Chaos] that almost stole his Eden, and he wanted to cut the other party into pieces.

Braki is an honest god with a soft personality, but when someone tries to get involved with the person most important to him, the honest god can also face the fate of God.

"Probably not. I still have control of the hospital. If part of him is still hiding in the hospital, there's no reason why I wouldn't notice it."

Lin Qiye shook his head. Although he said that, he still planned to check it again later.

Sun Wukong raised a point, "Could it be that someone has taken control of Gilgamesh's body? A divine body is not so easily destroyed. If someone takes control of his divine body, it could easily negatively affect his soul."

"That makes sense, but where should we look for it?"

PS: I am begging for gifts from everyone here. One or two cents is not too little, fifty or sixty is not too much.

Sir/Madam, please give me some

(Holding the bowl)