The Great Demon King

Chapter 7 New York
Question: When a person maintains a clear consciousness and has no mouth, no ears, no eyes, no nose, no hands, no feet, and spends a hundred years buried in the ground like this, what will he do once he is freed and sees the light of day again? , what will become?

Answer: Be a lunatic, or a poet.

It is easy to understand becoming a lunatic. Humans are social animals. After being isolated from the world for so long, they will inevitably do a series of major events that will cause a sensation in the world, to attract the attention of others, to gain attention, and to fill the lonely heart of a century.

It is not easy to understand becoming a poet. The "poet" here does not mean to recite poems and write poems, but to be like a poet, to re-perceive, re-embrace, and re-travel the world, and use the boring and anguish of the century to use the world The fullness of the world comes to distract.

Qian Song belongs to the latter.

When he saw the sun again, he returned to his basics like a child, humming a little song that had been out of tune, shaking his head, bouncing and walking on the prairie.

Calculated in terms of absolute time, he is also a centenarian. Of course, you can’t say that. A purple potato who has been a purple potato for 100 years is completely different from a centenarian who has lived in the same family for six generations. .

People have gone through the vicissitudes of life, but Qian Song doesn't have that blessing.

Of course, Qian Song has other blessings:
This body is one of the sprouts of the main body. When transforming, Qian Song wanted to treat himself better, so he carefully designed the appearance of this body, just like pinching the face when creating a character in a game. Qian Song gave I created a muscular physique, a height of 1.8 meters [-], muscular lines, and... the ordinary facial features of the previous life.

It can be regarded as his obsession, this face is the imprint of all his past, and he doesn't want to live with another face.

A letter from the tide on the Qiantang River came, and today I know who I am.

This face is his own oath to himself. Since he knows that I am me, he will always remain himself, not to be a lunatic, and not to fall into the devil's way.

Qian Song didn't know the direction, just wandered around.

Along the way, he leaned over and smelled wild flowers and weeds, and climbed through bushes;

Touched the mane of the lion king, and raced with the cheetahs;

Riding zebras for fun, delivering bison, playing with hippos, and dancing with poisonous snakes, you are free and easy.

He doesn't need to eat meat, let alone vegetarians, he just eats the wind and sleeps in the open, bathes in the sun, and he is alive and well.

So on this prairie, there was an uncrowned king.

Ten thousand beasts surrender, insects and fish are close, even flowers and trees are his subjects.

He is like the wind blowing the earth.

Like a river, flowing through the grassland.

Like the sun, it warms all beings.

Do not fight or kill, harmonious and natural.

It's a pity that there is no banquet in the world that never ends.

The sun and the moon rotate, and the uncrowned king will leave after all, because after all, there is still a human soul in the king's body.

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On a cargo plane flying from South Africa to the United States, lay a pile of African local products, which were sent by people in South Africa to relatives who worked hard in North America.

Coffee beans, various fruits, vegetables, and even ostrich eggs.

Qian Song was mixed in a pile of vegetables that he didn't know. Of course, now he has changed back to his original shape - a big purple potato.

The art of transformation is also one of the basic magic arts, but he has not yet mastered the too complicated art of transformation. He can't change 72 times like Monkey King. Now he can only switch between human form and original form, and some superficial camouflage.

After passing through customs and quarantine, Qian Song was repackaged and sent to New York City according to the address.

After the truck arrived in New York City, Qian Song easily slipped away. He turned back into a human form, and then changed his purple potato skin into a courier uniform, and left majestically.

"Enjoy life and be a good person!" Qian Song, standing on the bustling street, said to himself with a smile.

That's what he said, if he really wants to live a peaceful life, he can stay on the African savannah and be his king, or choose any country to settle down, why come here?
You know, this is a derivative world of American comics, the main story scenes are all in the United States, there are various aliens invading every three days, what kind of mutants are doing things, what alien creatures are coming, etc. It is a place of right and wrong.

So, in the final analysis, Qian Song is still watching the excitement.

If you don't come, won't you enter Baoshan and return empty?

It's like going to a movie theater. Everyone rushes to watch a movie. No one will spend money to buy a ticket, but instead of going in, they count the ants on the ground at the entrance of the movie theater, right?

Qian Song's current location is near New York's Central Park. This park is free to enter. Qian Song touched his small satchel and walked in.

Strolling in the park, experiencing the different night scenes of the urban park and the African prairie, Qian Song sang softly while admiring it:
"I have a ~beautiful wish, to sow myself on the ground~
The one on the left~~the one on the right will produce many good sons~
One for the Antarctic, one for the Arctic Ocean, one for the winter and one for the night.

At that time, every corner of the world will become my ocean of Qian Song~"

Just like that, Qian Song reached into his satchel, took out a handful of sprouts that had been pulled off from the body, and scattered them on the grass in the park as he walked.

It is about 10:[-] pm local time, and there is no one in the park. No one has noticed Qian Song's planting behavior.

This was planned by Qian Song. Whenever he went to a place, he had to sow some hope.

As a person who once choked to death eating purple sweet potatoes, Qian Song can be regarded as very regretful.

As the old saying goes, when people are unlucky, drinking cold water will clog their teeth. In order to prevent this body from dying for some funny reason, the best way is of course to have more backups.

Although Qian Song's current avatar is not something ordinary humans can hurt, but who made this a Marvel world?

Therefore, after the sprouts of these purple sweet potato essences are sown, each of the purple sweet potatoes growing underground is Qian Song's backup body.

Unlike Wolverine's pure super-speed regenerating immortal body, Qian Song felt that his plant-type immortal body was more advanced.

After strolling around for a while, Qian Song felt bored. After all, this is only a man-made park, not wild, and there are no wild animals. At this point, the park is completely silent.

At this moment, on the fork in front of Qian Song, 6 people sneaked up, two of them were pushing the kind of carts that are very common in supermarkets, and the remaining 4 people looked around vigilantly.

Each of the two trolleys contained a large black bag with some kind of logo that Qian Song didn't recognize printed on the bag.

"Hey, George, why don't we go on the main road and have to go through this park?" One of the black youths seemed to be complaining.

"Shut up! I told you to get your car ready two days ago, but you came here with a stolen pickup truck? Do you really think that all the surveillance cameras on the street are fake?" the tall white man yelled angrily.

"Uh, let's not talk about George, I want to take a shit...Ah! Look, there's a man over there!"

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