Collapse Iron: After transmigrating, he was exposed to the entire universe by the Last King.

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Tibo then spoke up and asked.

Aglaia exhaled, her tone remaining calm and unhurried.

“My teacher, based on the information we have now, the credibility of the re-creation has dropped to rock bottom, and there is an even greater crisis surrounding us.”

In my opinion, the best course of action now is to prepare our forces as much as possible; disaster... we can no longer avoid it.

"What do you plan to do with those parasites in the Senate?"

Wan Di then spoke up to ask.

"I will make them their last bit of value when necessary."

As Aglaia spoke, even though she had little humanity left, she couldn't help but reveal a hint of coldness.

"Don't put too much pressure on yourself, Aya."

Tibo looked at Aglaia with some concern.

Feng Jin nodded quickly and said:

"Yes, yes, besides, we still have some friends outside..."

"We cannot place our hopes on others. When disaster strikes, we can only rely on ourselves."

"Wait a moment, we can start right away. You can prepare and adjust yourself first."

Before entering his room, Jiang Lin gave instructions to Sunday.

Then, without saying anything on Sunday, he locked the door.

Sunday was a bit frustrating, but I still found a place to sit down and adjust my state of mind.

To be honest, he was quite curious about what good things Jiang Lin could get from God Hippe with his help.

A moment later, while Sunday was still thinking, the door opened.

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"I'm all set, how about you?"

On Sunday, he took a deep breath and nodded.

"Then come in."

Sunday didn't say much and followed Jiang Lin into the room.

After seeing Sunday enter, Jiang Lin locked the door from the inside.

Noticing Jiang Lin's actions, Sunday looked at Jiang Lin with a strange expression.

"Don't misunderstand, I just don't want to be disturbed by others."

After explaining, Jiang Lin suddenly felt that something was even stranger.

Jiang Lin shook his head, then suddenly realized something was wrong. Why was he explaining?

Unable to come up with an answer in a short time, Jiang Lin naturally assumed that he must have been infected by Xing.

"I know you don't actually need to explain."

Sunday spoke at this moment, interrupting Jiang Lin's rambling thoughts.

On Sunday, he began to observe the room. Hmm, there was a pile of strange instruments, some of which he had seen before, and some he had never seen before.

A few chairs and a simple futon made up the whole room.

What should we do next?

He asked this at this time on Sunday.

Jiang Lin silently took out a strange rope and a small pill.

On Sunday, watching Jiang Lin's behavior, he was filled with doubt.

"Eat this."

Jiang Lin handed the pills in his hand to Sunday, while using his other hand to demonstrate how to tie his wrist with one hand.

On Sunday, I hesitated for a moment, but I still took the little pill.

After observing carefully for a while, as he expected, he did not find anything strange.

"What? Afraid I'll hurt you?"

Sunday fell silent, then made a decision and swallowed the pill.

In an instant, Sunday's vision went completely black, and it seemed like he was about to foam at the mouth. He was about to collapse to the ground unconscious.

Jiang Lin reacted quickly, helping him to a chair and sitting down opposite him.

From Jiang Lin's perspective, this process was like putting on a mask of pain almost the moment Sunday ate it.

He looked like he had been poisoned, foaming at the mouth, and looked like he was about to die.

But it's not because it's poisonous, it's simply because... it's too bitter!

That kind of suffering can reach the very depths of your soul.

Even the former head of the Oak family, who had seen many storms, couldn't hold back.

After feeling dizzy for a while, Sunday finally recovered.

"Did you do it on purpose?"

On Sunday, he looked unwell; his originally pale face now had a touch of rosiness.

"do not mind the details."

Jiang Lin avoided the main point and didn't want to dwell on the topic any longer.

"Why don't you eat?"

Sunday clearly didn't want to let Jiang Lin off the hook, and pressed him for an answer.

"I do not need."

"why?"

"I know more about this than you do."

......

In the end, Jiang Lin successfully persuaded Sunday and escaped a disaster.

Sunday's head was starting to ache, and although it had only just begun, he was already desperately hoping it would end.

What should we do next?

Jiang Lin handed the other end of the rope to Sunday.

"Tie this to your wrist."

"Hmm... could there be some other trap here?"

"Don't worry, look, I've tied it up too."

Jiang Lin directly presented his right hand, which was bound with rope, to Sunday.

On Sunday, with sharp eyes, he carefully examined Jiang Lin's wrist several times, and after confirming that it was indeed tied up, he breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Under Jiang Lin's expectant gaze, just as Sunday was about to be tied to his wrist, he seemed to remember something and stopped what he was doing.

"what happened?"

Jiang Lin was a little confused, but Sunday didn't say anything. He just silently held Jiang Lin's wrist and tied a tight knot around it.

"As for it?"

Jiang Lin was speechless. Was he really so unworthy of Sunday's trust?

Finally, under Jiang Lin's watchful gaze, Sunday tied the strange rope to his left wrist.

"Phew~ And then what?"

On Sunday, he looked at his left wrist and then at Jiang Lin's right wrist.

But Jiang Lin did not answer. Sunday was a little confused. He looked up and saw that Jiang Lin had his eyes closed and seemed to have entered some kind of state.

Sunday instantly put me on high alert, my nerves taut.

But just as he was staring intently at Jiang Lin without blinking, Jiang Lin suddenly opened his eyes.

"What happened? Is it over?"

Jiang Lin was slightly taken aback and asked with some confusion:

"Huh? Why would you think that? It hasn't even officially started yet."

"What were you doing just now?"

Jiang Lin said calmly:

"We left a backup plan so we wouldn't all die here."

"Is it that dangerous?"

"Who knows? It's always good to be cautious when facing a star god."

Nodding on Sunday is perfectly reasonable.

"Then when do we start?"

"Oh, it's already started."

Sunday:???

"When did this happen?!"

I was startled again on Sunday; my blood pressure spiked.

At this moment, he finally understood that dealing with a genius who doesn't play by the rules can really cause his blood pressure to spike.

"Just now, when you asked me what I was doing..."

"Then what do you need me to do?"