2231: C2231 He Didn't Have Good Intentions

C2231 He Didn't Have Good Intentions

Under the warm applause, the elegant "Zhang Xing" had a friendly smile on his face. He waved to everyone as he walked.

This person was about 26 or 27 years old and had a decent appearance. Although he was not particularly handsome, he gave people the feeling of bathing in the sun.

He walked to the high platform in front of the crowd and placed his hands on his abdomen, revealing Zhang Xing's unique signature movement.

For a moment, an even more intense applause and excitement caused the atmosphere to reach a high tide.

"Comrades, brothers and sisters, all of you! I've suffered!"

These words of understanding and comfort made everyone shed tears. They looked at "Zhang Xing" in front of them as if an orphan had found his biological parents.

They felt wronged, they were in pain, they were in pain. ......

All the suffering turned into tears and flowed out of their eyes!

"I, Zhang Xing, am late!"

Speaking up to this point, "Zhang Xing" revealed a pained expression. His eyes were red and he wanted to speak a few times, but he did not say it out loud.

"Talent, you can go to Oscar to get the little golden man."

Zhang Xing, who was in the crowd, almost burst out laughing when he saw this scene.

Zhang Xing did not know what the purpose of that fake product was, but he patiently watched it.

"Brothers and sisters, you guys are really good. Don't you dare bow to the demi-human race with your lives on the line. I, Zhang Xing, am deeply impressed!"

A moment later, the fake Zhang Xing calmed his emotions and continued to brainwash the Homo sapiens.

"Now, the situation outside is very serious. Those demi-human race have chosen to lower their heads in my high-pressure slaughter.

But... they are killing their Homo sapiens compatriots even more intensely and crazily behind my back.

Therefore, I have gathered all of you into this Underground Palace to protect all of you.

Here, I will pass down the Martial Skills cultivation technique to all of you. I will give you the Pills so that all of you can get married and have children or marry into a human's wife.

I will let all of you prosper and prosper!

When all of you are successful in your cultivation and have children and grandchildren, I will bring all of you out to kill all the evil rulers of the demi-human race!"

As soon as the fake Zhang Xing's voice faded, a wave of warm applause erupted from the Homo sapiens crowd.

They were excited!

Zhang Master was using them as a secret force to train them!

Not only could they cultivate, but they could also reproduce. This was the life they dreamed of.

As long as the Homo sapiens could reproduce, the moment they could return to the glory of history would be just around the corner!

"What... What is he doing?"

Zhang Xing could not help but be puzzled.

Hearing what fake Zhang Xing said, it seemed to coincide with his idea and was also doing the same thing.

Next, the fake Zhang Xing bragged about the glorious deeds he had done for the Homo sapiens in the Third Heaven.

He exaggerated how powerful the demi-human race was and how difficult it was for him to defeat it.2

Hearing this, all the other humans present felt like they were drunk. Their emotions also rose and fell along with the plot of the story.

After bragging, the fake Zhang Xing looked at the eyes of all the humans. He knew that they had no doubt about this identity.

Furthermore, he was completely brainwashed and became his most loyal and loyal fan.

No matter what ridiculous request he made now, these foolish Homo sapiens would unconditionally agree to it.

"Now, all of you follow me into a secret underground world."

The fake Zhang Xing waved his hand. A hundred meters long and three meters tall hologram gate slowly appeared on the stone wall of the palace behind him.

He stepped into the hologram with a smile on his face, and his figure instantly disappeared from this place.

The young men from the Homo sapiens also lined up in a line without any hesitation, and entered one after another.

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