After a moment of dizziness, Ma Ran opened his eyes again and knew that he had returned to Earth.

The mental fluctuations coming from all around are familiar and friendly.

The transaction with Shang was very pleasant and benefited a lot - not only refers to technologies that can be used to enhance one's overall strength, but also the exchange of intangible materials.

However, talking to a guy like Shang who has a strong self-destructive complex is very labor-intensive.

[Seeing] Although the ability can permanently and quietly tamper with the way of thinking of a living body, it ultimately depends on the inherent cognition and three views of the person being bewitched.

If Shang was really a guy with no desires and no desires, firm will, and no spiritual flaws, Ma Ran would never be able to induce his thinking pattern to what he had before.

Shang and 98725 are both remnants of the Dream Clan, that's right.

It is true that the former cares about the latter.

The problem is...

Before Ma Ran and Shang had a conversation, Shang never came to the earth in person, and he was in a state of letting himself flow regardless of 98725.

The past sorrow is probably the state of mind that "as long as the last tribe members are not dying because of me, it doesn't matter."

A guy who doesn't even care about his own life, a pure Avenger, will he care about his compatriots just like 98725?

joke!

Not the role of [bewitching]?!

For the original Sang, as long as it can destroy the civilization, its goals and pursuits will be achieved.

Even if it cares about other things, the degree of degree is extremely limited.

From the beginning, Shang’s goal was not to “revitalize the dream clan”, but to “destroy the civilization of the sacred city and complete revenge.”

Of course, it has not found the galaxy where the Yu civilization is located until now, and even mistakenly overestimated the comprehensive strength of the Yu civilization.

It is indeed quite difficult for a civilization that has been destroyed to find its existence.

In order to succeed, he took his thinking a little bit by bit to a state similar to 98725, which really consumed a lot of Ma Ran's energy.

However, the results are gratifying!

Ma Ran jumped out of the interstellar jump pole.

In front of me was a group of fully armed soldiers with serious expressions.

"Please don't make any moves lightly! Cooperate with our inspection first! After confirming your identity..."

The team leader was a middle-aged man in his thirties. He was interrupted by a weak voice when he was halfway through his words: "Hey, it's almost OK. That guy is definitely Ma Ran, there's no mistake!"

Ma Ran's appearance, Ma Ran's body shape, Ma Ran's temperament, and the big gun transformed by the demon in his hand...

Just when his eyes met, Su Qiangwei immediately confirmed Ma Ran’s identity - it was definitely not wrong!

It could not be that guy who called himself "Four" pretended to be!

“…”

The captain wagged for a moment, reported the situation to the higher authorities through the intercom, and quickly responded: "The God of Martial Arts and the Prophet are comrades who have lived and died many times. Since she has guaranteed it..."

Speaking of this, the man in the middle-aged military uniform put down his weapons and saluted Ma Ran: "Comrade Ma Ran, thank you for your hard work!"

Swish!

The soldiers behind him made the same moves in unison.

Ma Ran smiled slightly, let go of the big gun in his hand, and gave a greeting.

After doing this action, his gaze focused on Su Qiangwei.

This girl, who was only skinny and boneless, had a "light" body that was pathological, as if a gust of wind could blow away.

It's about the way a patient with severe anorexia.

"You should eat something to make up for it."

Ma Ran frowned: "This is what..."

It looks so heartbreaking.

It always makes Ma Ran inadvertently recall the scene of Su Qiangwei's death in her previous life.

In that state, Su Qiangwei could not see any flesh on her face and arms, and she looked like a skeleton covered in a layer of skin.

If you become that way, no matter how good your appearance is, you will never be able to make people look good.

Not only is it insulated from the two words "good-looking", it can even be called "terror".

but……

It is also awe-inspiring.

Before rebirth, Ma Ran felt sad every time he saw Su Qiangwei's end in the archives.

"I'm eating, I'm eating!"

Su Qiangwei stuffed a handful of cream popcorn into her mouth, chewing it while circling around Ma Lan, and the aroma of caramel and cream wrapped Ma Lan: "Well, confirm again, it's not something that others disguised."

"This style cannot be imitated just by imitating it."

"By the way, what happened later?"

"Seeing that you came back intact, I guess that 'four' was beaten to death by you, right?"

"Where did this new 'white coffin' come from?"

After asking for a while, before Ma Ran could respond, two extremely familiar voices rang out in the distance.

"Brother Ran!"

"Hahahaha! I knew there would definitely be no problem!"

"Tsk, I didn't know who was snot in front of me before, saying that I was so lucky that it was dragging Brother Ran. If I hadn't been here, what would happen if I hadn't... "

"You... don't talk nonsense! Things that have never been done before! I have always believed that Brother Ran can succeed! Because, I believe in the weight of the word "prophet"! The prophet has never disappointed me!"

Wu Di and Li Xing quarreled and walked along the way.

Neither of them are in good condition.

Wu Di's body emitted a bitter cold air, like ice lumps that had just run out of the frozen warehouse, and his hair was frozen and stiff.

Li Xing's face was pale, his eyes were covered with bloodshots, and his walking speed was much slower than usual. His pace was unstable and he was staggering. If someone hadn't been supporting him, he would have fallen down on the spot without taking two steps.

Finally, the two came to Ma Ran and Su Qiangwei.

After confirming that Ma Ran is in good condition, Wu Di looked at the red tassel gun in Ma Ran's hand with a burning look.

"The Demon Son..."

"He's fine."

Ma Ran said, easily opening his right hand holding the gun.

The red tassel gun was floating in the air, and a trace of black and red fire was faintly emitted from all over his body.

"It's just that the power is consumed too much and it takes some time to recuperate."

Speaking of this, Ma Ran added: "In fact, it won't take long. It will take about tomorrow. The demon you are familiar with should be back."

It seemed to be a testimony to the Ma Ran's words, the red tassel's big gun shook slightly and broke through the air.

Looking at the direction, it seems that I have returned to the Demon Son's VIP room.

Li Xing struggled, tried hard to raise the perpetual camera in his hand and pointed the lens at Ma Ran: "Brother Ran, you were responsible for breaking the back... What happened? Can..."

Bang!

The camera was slapped by Su Qiangwei.

The girl criticized the junior brother with righteous words: "I just came back, so you asked questions, don't even give me a rest time, is that right?"

Li Xing pushed it aside in grievance and hugged the permanent camera tightly.

I want to speak but stop, but I want to speak.

To be honest, he has been in video mode along the way.

Su Qiangwei's three consecutive questions to Ma Ran were also recorded.

so……
Chapter completed!