144. Loose thoughts

But if you really want to talk about public moral standards and other things, isn't it really inexplicable? In fact, there should have been psychological preparation for a long time, but the other party still surprised himself after all, because they started too fast.

Lia seems to enjoy what can stimulate Lao K now, that is, although Lao K looks a little surprised, it is too far from her expectation, and Lao K does not open his mouth to express his thoughts, which is boring.

After tilting her head and thinking for a while in a rather naive manner, Liya suddenly snapped her finger: "Butcher Xing, show that to Lao K as well."

Tu Xing's face has always been very gloomy, and he became even more gloomy when he heard Liya's words: "But the superior said that these things should not be seen by him."

Lia suddenly turned around and rushed to him and slapped him: "Whose subordinate are you?"

Tu Xing said nothing more, but dragged out a piece of information from the terminal in his hand.

The beginning of the data is a series of data, which seems to be some kind of report, but Lao K can't understand it. However, even if he couldn't understand it, he still felt a little cold on his back, because he saw familiar words in the mysterious data on the screen: replication, life replication, spiritual energy fission, psycho-body division and compounding... and so on. As the report dragged down, some supporting picture materials were also displayed in front of him, and suddenly the chill completely spread all over his body: those pictures and materials were all about the "little phoenix", and 90% of them were the situation that Guli specially provided to him in Zelta's laboratory.

There is no need to say what is recorded in these materials themselves. What Lao K is worried about now is when he got the materials. Is there something wrong with Gu Li and others now, or in fact, these materials have always been the same as public for color?

It seems that she finally saw something satisfactory. Liya bent down and smiled charmingly at Lao K. The tender white and towering twin peaks are really powerful from Lao K's perspective - if it weren't for the current situation. Liya's sentence also said with a delicate and proud joke: "How's it going? Are you worried? But don't worry, I won't tell you what happened outside~"

She came a little closer and stretched out her left index finger to poke the light net that tightly bound Lao K: "Anyway, you only have the last two hours on the ground. If you want to say goodbye to them, you can shout my name. I will come to help you record it."

Seeing Liya finally turn around and walk away, the door of the small room banged tightly. Soon, soft white light appeared on the four walls of the room and the roof floor, but Lao K knew that it should be some kind of radiation, which increased the radiation of the substance that did not know what it was, but could absolutely restrain him, because the discomfort became more and more serious.

Old K is thinking rapidly in his mind. What should he do next? If something happens to Prisace, the fundamental problem must be the prophet. Not to mention the technology mastered by the prophet, personally, it is also an existence that Lao K can't deal with now. And this is also the biggest doubt so far. If the prophet's purpose is him, it may not be impossible to catch him directly with the prophet's strength. Isn't it simpler? Why do we still achieve the purpose of arresting him through this method that seems to lure him to the hook?

Now he is trapped in such a small room and can't contact the outside world. He can't even contact his split, and his body doesn't know where it has been put. This is really a terrible situation. If Liya doesn't scare him, he will be sent to heaven in two hours and fixed somewhere to act as an energy relay station. No, he must come up with a solution at this time. He must have a solution! Even if Prisace and others are arrested, they should believe that they will not give up so easily. They must still be thinking of ways to create opportunities for themselves, so he must be fully prepared before the opportunity comes!

While Lao K on Tartlos was thinking hard about how to escape, the split old K from Kaos was also thinking about the same problem. He doesn't know what caused the separation between him and his body, but it must be a certain ability that is quite threatening to them. Thinking of the containment I suffered before, the conclusion is very clear without much thought. The question is, how can I get rid of this kind of thing?

Before, when he escaped from Kaos, he also had to thank Kaos for his overall backward armaments. Although the Israeli and local military had the intention to surround him in mid-air, they failed because the equipment was backward and could not catch up with him. But such good luck may not be repeated on Tartlos. After all, if even the body has been lost, there must be more such things on Tarlos. Moreover, the planet itself is too small, and it is not surprising that they have made a special network protection for the whole planet.

The best way at this time may be to find a way to cut off their optical network control. However, at present, he has no idea what the working principle of this substance is, let alone how to interrupt it. This made him hesitate to see if he should land on Tartelos immediately. In case the other party has received a notice of his escape and is ready to catch him, then he is simply throwing himself into the trap.

Maybe he should wait in place to see if Puliss will do anything to help him. But it is definitely not his style to wait like this, not to mention that although all the civilians in the whole Eurorali lack a knowledge of high technology, this situation can undoubtedly not be applied to color. Especially if the other party's * is really a prophet, he may soon see the space vehicle chasing behind his buttocks.

And there is a more troublesome situation. What if the prophet comes after him?

Old K, the split, settled down slightly. This is the only thing he still has doubts about at present, that is, why the prophet did not appear to intercept him immediately after he escaped successfully. Although the prophet's identity is special, he will not do many things himself, but now the situation has developed to this point. If this is his plan, it must be close to the end. At this time, if he takes action, he will save a lot of subsequent trouble. So why hasn't he done it? Or is his existence really no longer a threat to him?

If it is the latter, it is definitely not good news. But what if not? After all, Prisace and they were only attacked by the army in the palace. What if there is really a coup here, what if Lilith's coup is successful?

Although if there is a coup, it seems that it should not be so calm before they realize it, this possibility exists no matter how small it is. After all, Lilith's evolution over these years should be quite terrible, and she also has the biggest trump card: among all, she is definitely the one who knows the prophet best.

Because of thinking, the split old K unconsciously focused his attention. When he focused to a certain extent, he suddenly felt as if he was hallucinating: how did he hear the prophet's call for help?!

This is so ridiculous that he didn't take it seriously at all. He still circled around Taltlos far away, trying to see if he could get a little, even a little bit, information about his ontology. But not long after he continued to turn around, the call for help reappeared.

This situation is not right! It was already abnormal for him to hear this kind of thing, but now he hears it again, which means that it is not an illusion at all! But if it weren't an illusion, what would it be? Old K felt as if he had bumped into some dog-blooded power-grabbing palace fighting drama. Could it be that the prophet was really usurped and successfully imprisoned, and now he is calling for help? Or, this is purely a "curiosity killing the cat" bait. Once you follow the call for help, the ambush near the other party will immediately arrest you.

No, I'm too nervous now. Aware of this, the split old K smiled bitterly, and then heard the call for help again. Strictly speaking, he "saw" this time, and a small wisp of silver-white shining mind floated away from his eyes. There is no doubt that it should have belonged to the prophet.