Marvel's Disassembler

Chapter 500

This is a big cocoon!

The whole body is golden. It's not so much a cocoon as a golden strange device. It's large and a little higher than summer night.

"The legendary Adam, who has never met, is sleeping here?"

Summer night looked at the cocoon in front of him: "just because of the two batteries, the somewhat neurotic sacrificial adult, he made such a thing. Well, it is really a magical race."

Reach out and try to touch, but suddenly a voice came from your ear: "if you dare to touch him, I will let you realize what painful regret is!"

Summer night looked back and smiled: "it seems that the sacrificial Lord has been treated by some less gentlemen."

Standing in front of him was the sacrificial Lord of the sowelin.

It's just that the hair is disheveled, and what shows on his face is a residue after hysteria. Obviously, the mental state of the whole person is not particularly beautiful.

It is worth mentioning that she still has blood on her body.

Summer night doesn't think its team members will be hurt by such sacrificial adults. Facts have proved that the tracking system in the mask shows that the vital signs of each member are too good to be better!

So, where did the blood come from?

Summer night smiled and said, "it seems that you have done something bad."

"It has nothing to do with you!" the sacrificial Lord was furious: "you humble, damn, dirty thieves like maggots!!! You dare to come here! You are too presumptuous! The sowelin people will never accept such humiliation! This is not perfect!!!"

"I don't know what the so-called perfection of the sacrificial Lord is?"

Summer night sighed and said, "in my opinion, the sacrificial Lord is not perfect. At least, your skin color is too... Well, it's too dazzling. If you turn on the light..."

When he said this, he looked at the surrounding light sources and said thoughtfully, "if these lights are white, your greatest role is to illuminate each other? In other words, is that why all your lights are warm yellow? With all due respect, this is actually not perfect!"

"Do you understand what is perfect?"

The sacrificial Lord spoke and gradually approached the cocoon.

Summer night was very considerate to give her a place, and always maintained a safe distance.

One was that he didn't know what could be fired from this seemingly dangerous weapon in the hands of the sacrificial Lord.

Secondly, he also plans to have a good chat with the sacrificial Lord

Although it is said that some people's life creed is that they can move their hands and try not to talk... But summer night feels that the problem that can be solved with two words, why create a war?

"What is perfection?" summer night asked, but he already knew what the sacrificial Lord wanted to say.

Sure enough, the sacrificial adult reached out to touch the cocoon with a neurotic attitude: "he... Is perfect!"

Summer night shook his head: "No, he is not perfect at all. From the perspective of beauty, there are probably two kinds of feelings about a cocoon. One is a creature named butterfly, which I don't know if it exists on this planet. But it is actually very beautiful, but even so, it is not perfect, because before becoming a butterfly, they are often ugly caterpillars. The other, All I can imagine is that in the thick cocoon, white worms like maggots are winding and twisted. Well, I don't think I need to be more detailed? "

The sacrificial Lord suddenly: "Don't talk nonsense! This is my most perfect work. How can it be compared with those inferior creatures in your mouth? What's more, the most important thing is... You can't understand and understand such perfection! Just like those members of Parliament! Damn idiots, they want to deprive me of my status and think I'm not perfect! But facts have proved that when In the face of your attack, the only thing they can do is to push me out as a scapegoat! They never thought that the weaker the concession, the more excessive the aggression! How can I tolerate these imperfect existence and sit on my head and bully me! "

"So, you killed them?" summer night tut tut sighed: "it seems that the current mood of the sacrificial Lord is not particularly stable."

"I know... They are very anxious..." the sacrificial Lord shook his head and closed his eyes, as if he was struggling with something with all his strength: "I know, but I think when they see my masterpiece, they will think... It's all worth it, and they will approve my decision! But in fact? They... They say he's... Worthless! He's perfect, you know? But they think it's worthless!! they can't understand what real perfection is, they There is no reason to continue to live in this world and breathe the air of this planet... "

She suddenly looked at the summer night with a very strange look and murmured, "you know... I suddenly felt that their dirt was indescribable. Even the air in the same space with them would infect me with their incompleteness!"

"You are ill."

Summer night looked at the sacrificial Lord with pity: "moreover, he was very ill."

"I'm not sick!!!"

The sacrificial Lord suddenly gasped: "I won't get sick, you know? How can I get sick? Even thousands of ordinary people on this planet are immune to disease! And I... how can I get sick?"

"Well, generally speaking, mental patients probably don't say they are ill."

Summer night looked at her with a helpless look: "because of the two batteries, it's worth destroying yourself to such a degree?"

"Battery?" the priest was stunned: "what battery?"

"Sure enough... I forgot the cause of the matter." summer night sighed and suddenly disappeared.

The sacrificial Lord looked inexplicable, and the weapon in his hand had been crushed by the summer night. Then he grabbed the sacrificial Lord's wrist with one hand and pulled her to the side of the cocoon: "you see, the most imperfect thing about him is... Now he has no resistance!"

The voice fell, reached out and pressed on the golden cocoon, and the next second he disappeared!