The Great Demon King

Chapter 361 What are you laughing at?
The shoulders were draped silently, and the clown was startled.

He didn't feel anyone approaching at all, don't forget, this is not a shopping mall, but next to the torch of the Statue of Liberty, who else would fly here besides him at this time?
The clown's reaction was quick. He turned into a cloud of magical black mist and quickly distanced himself from the opponent. When he reappeared, he was already on the other side of the torch.

However, when he re-condensed into a solid body, the opponent's hand was still firmly on his shoulder.

It was as if the other party had predicted exactly where he would reappear.

The clown's Adam's apple swallowed subconsciously, the other party put too much pressure on him, especially the psychological pressure.

"Who are you?" The clown couldn't help but ask such a weak person's doubts, because no matter under any circumstances, the person who asks "who are you" is at a disadvantage.

You don't even know who other people are, but others take the initiative to find you, what does this mean?
It means that others know themselves and others, but you don't know anything.

"People who like me call me Dade, and people who don't like me call me Yule Faze." Qian Song smiled very kindly, and he "enthusiastically" hooked up with the clown, and the huge force forced the clown to double up. She bent her knees and bent down: "Hey, do you like me or don't you like me?"

The clown didn't answer. When he was an ordinary clown actor, he was sensitive and intelligent, and instantly understood the evil in Qian Song's words.

Although the pronunciation was a bit strange, he recognized that "Dade" was "Dad" and "Yul Faze" was "your father".

The other party didn't intend to tell him his identity, so the clown wisely didn't ask any more.

He constantly casts his real name black magic—【Assimilation】from his pores.

Yes, most of the citizens of New York City have stopped thinking, and there is a clown face of the same style on their faces. This is actually a highly contagious black magic that can assimilate ordinary people into their own golems .

He was silent, waiting, waiting for Qian Song to be transformed into a clown doll.

"Well, the concentration is quite high, but the quality is a bit poor." After waiting for a while, the clown only waited for such an evaluation.

"You..." Just as the clown was about to say something, he suddenly felt a stabbing pain in his waist, and leaped forward reflexively, but was unable to escape because of Qian Song's arms around his neck.

Helpless, he could only turn his head and look behind him, only to see a thick and long emerald green thorn growing on Qian Song's stomach, which pierced deeply into his kidney.

After this thorn of thorns pierced into the clown's body, it quickly grew wildly. After a few breaths, it grew into a pattern like the meridian map of the human body, occupying every minute and inch of the clown's body.

When had the clown ever endured such pain?
He wanted to activate the magic atomization to escape again, but found that he could no longer perceive any magic power.

"Well, you're pretty good..." Qian Song looked at the trembling clown with some surprise. Every inch of internal organs, muscles, and bones had been pierced. It was already remarkable that he could hold back his screams.

"Don't be nervous, this is just a superficial seal." Qian Song comforted, and finally took his right hand off the clown's shoulder, and then, under the horrified eyes of the clown, his palm turned into something like dead wood, and plunged into it with all his strength. The clown's stomach was groped carefully for a while, and then pulled out, bringing out many pieces of internal organs.

"Is this the 'evil seed'? Hmm... Has it started to develop into a magic fetus?" Qian Song looked curiously at the embryo the size of a fruit pit lying in his palm, and said to himself.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

The clown wailed in pain, even if he was hacked into pieces, it would not be as painful as being deprived of the evil seed.

This is the common tearing pain of physiology, spirit, and soul. What makes him even more disturbed is that as the evil seed is poached away, negative emotions such as fear, panic, and anxiety reappear in his heart. It can't be his magic nourishment, it can only become the source of his pain.

"Yo, what's the number?" Because the clown opened his mouth and wailed loudly, Qian Song saw the number "6" on his tongue.

"You...you kill me!" The clown was dominated by fear again. Although he said so, he really didn't want to die: "I have more than 2 children buried with me, it's worth it!"

The joker said that because he was betting.

He is betting that Qian Song is actually an unknown superhero. After hearing his villainous words, he will be executed immediately, and then quickly fly down the Statue of Liberty to save those children.

After the clown is killed, the pain that this body is suffering at this moment will of course end, and more importantly, any one of the millions of people he transformed into a "clown puppet" in New York , can become his new "container"!
Even if the evil seed has been poached away, he is destined to be unable to go any further, but if it is just to save his life, there is still no problem.

"Wow! [-] children buried with you? You are awesome!" Qian Song sneered.

Seeing that Qian Song didn't intend to do anything at all, the clown held back the pain, gritted his teeth and asked, "What are you laughing at?"

Qian Song touched his chin: "I think of happy things."

The clown vomited blood and asked, "What's the happy thing?"

Qian Song raised the unformed magic fetus in his hand: "You have a miscarriage."

Clown: "Pfft (vomit blood)...won't you go down and save those kids?"

Qian Song: "Ah? Why should I save them?"

Joker: "Aren't you... a superhero?"

Qian Song: "No."

Clown: "...so cold-blooded? Even if you're not a superhero, don't you just have the heart to watch them..."

Qian Song: "I can't bear it."

The clown took a deep breath: "Then why do you..."

Qian Song: "You are too slow, let's go, I will take you down to see the situation!"

After finishing speaking, Qian Song involuntarily whipped up a gust of evil wind, engulfing the clown and flying directly to the ground.

........................

At the foot of the Statue of Liberty.

As soon as Sol arrived, he saw Qian Song escorting a monster-like clown with a gut-piercing wound to the side of the children in the square.

The magician Paul's eyes almost popped out. The sudden appearance of Qian Song and the clown is called the real "big transformation".

So, in front of countless viewers of the webcast, Qian Song led the clown like a dog, one by one inspecting the group of "children" who were about to be smashed by some kind of black magic.

"How is it? After looking around for a while, did you see something wrong?" Qian Song asked.

Clown: "...their expressions... are too calm."

Qian Song: "Besides expressions, what else?"

Clown: "...huh?"

Qian Song: "Don't you think their faces all look like mine?"

The clown blinked his eyes and thought, "You have an Asian appearance. These kids have all races. How could they look like you?"

It's okay not to blink, but after a few more blinks, his eyes seem to be dazed.

"This...this...how is this possible?" The clown exhaled in horror, his intestines flowed out: "Their faces..."

Not only the faces, but the heights of these 2 children suddenly increased after a few seconds, regardless of gender, they all quickly turned into Qian Song's appearance!
(End of this chapter)