The Witch of the Cyberpunk Era Chapter 345

Farosa let go of the kitten in her hand.

This was the best silver gradient she had ever seen, and it was exactly the same as Michael's incarnation.

"Mi woo!" It was very uncomfortable with its current situation, and fled in a hurry, leaving a little blood on the beach. Several soldiers chased desperately lest it interfere with Noriko Honma's safety.

Farosa looked at all this coldly.

She wore a dark brown linen cloak that covered half of her face, leaving only a pair of slender, mysterious eyes, like a witch who was afraid to reveal her whereabouts.

According to her instructions, all the things she asked for have been prepared in the room, all made by Xisheng, and covered with golden flower art characters with the word Xisheng, which has a unique charm.

Ignoring all the noise outside, she took off her veil and put on makeup in front of the mirror. Those extravagant cosmetics made her whole cheeks look brand new, her body exuded a coveted fragrance, and her face in the mirror was peerless.

That's what matches her, because Farosa offers the most wonderful service in the world today: back from the dead, immortality, immortality. These are priceless treasures.

However, what Farosa needs is not only money, but also strength and wisdom. She hopes that there is only one extraordinary person left in the world, so that she can control this great power alone.

But it will take a long time to achieve that goal.

Ambition has inflated to the point of chaos, and Farosa walked out step by step.

She stepped on the beach with her bare feet. This is the world's first artificial beach. All the gravel is by no means natural, but made of smooth, delicate micro-beads. There is absolutely no risk of slipping and slipping, and it is perfectly safe.

Even the tides are restrained by the machines, only struggling to breathe hundreds of meters away, being chased away by breakwaters, barriers, and tidal machines.

She was stepping on the future, Farosa looked down at her toes. It is their honor.

"Do you need anything else?" Noriko Honma was sitting in the life support device, speaking through the translucent partition. The advanced sampling equipment made her voice not distorted in the slightest, as if she was standing next to Farosa.

"I don't have anything else I need," Farosa said. "It's you who has prepared a lot."

"...It's all necessary..." Honma Noriko whispered.

"You brought me a cat," Farosa said.

"Leaves made a mistake." Noriko Honma looked at Farosa, "or what do you know."

"The cat scratched me."

"Need medical treatment?"

"I don't get tested," Farosa said.

Noriko Honma sat in a white medical chair with 32 white tubes inserted into her body, connected to highly sophisticated health monitoring equipment, recording the real-time condition of each organ in her body. The red and blue numbers beat repeatedly. It symbolizes her extremely unbalanced physical condition at this time.

Farosa saw that Noriko Honma was no longer speaking because Yanagawa Fumiko was not there. She looked around and pulled up a cordon outside the agreed place. Hundreds of guns were aimed at her body. Unexpectedly, or any order issued by Noriko Honma and Yanagawa Fumuhiko, Farosa will die.

They only allowed Farosha to come alone, minimizing the risk.

She observed the medical fortress built by Noriko Honma. It was such a solid facility. Even if the people outside were slaughtered, it would be impossible to open the medical cabin with violence. Noriko Honma was sitting in the safest place in the world. The place.

Yanagawa Fumiko returned on foot.

"Where's the cat?" Honma Noriko asked.

"Harmless treatment." Yanagawa Fumhiko said, "There are still leaves, which are locked up."

"..." Noriko Honma closed her eyes and waited for the ceremony to come.

The wind blows.

A seagull was silently sniped and died on the sea 2 kilometers away.

Sitting at the door of the hut, Farosa waited patiently, not the first time she had faced such a grim, close call. The last time she faced the **** itself, a **** with boundless power and knowledge.

But then she had a god-killing weapon in her hands.

Now she has very few things. Except for the star spar, everything is a harmless product provided by Xisheng. The only thing she can trust is the Yamano Sanae hanging on her waist, which she hides in a leather water bag. Fortunately, The inspectors didn't ask Falosa to take a sip.

The time has come.

The sun pierced through the clouds, and Farosa turned to the ritual table.

Yanagawa Fumiko prepared all the props that Farosa requested, 1 ritual knife, 1 star spar, 3 plantains, 3 yarrow, 1 pair of griffin beaks, 1 rare dragon scale, and Other quite high-quality grinding and extraction tools are high-grade industrial products, and their precision and efficiency are far better than those of ancient hand rubs.

"You used to drink so many spices," Farosa started to operate, looking at Noriko Honma in the medical cabin, "They make your bloodline more... durable and long-lived. When the ceremony is successful, you will Gain another 100 years of life."

"Is the success rate high?"

"I read the stories of the queens," said Farosa. "They did things like this in ancient times, and I know how they would react. You just have to listen to me."

"Whatever you want, I'll give it to you," Honma Noriko said softly.

"Thank you," Farosa said, "I actually like you a lot, and you've gotten to the bottom of it: everything we do is in search of longevity."

"I could have accepted death in peace," Honma Noriko whispered, "but, when I was middle-aged, a death row inmate said in front of me: 'Actually, I am not very jealous of the rich, because I know that they and I'm going to die as well.' At that time I had a strong desire to correct this misconception."

"It's almost done," Farosa said.

She grinds the herbs into powder and sings miracles, and many different stripes and marks appear in the air, and the potion will be ready soon.

Noriko Honma closed her eyes.

She uses a stealth technique, and the machine behind her is strong enough to read her brain waves and convert them into words.

"Seven seals told me that the liar Michael is already dead, so we can't meet him on the beach at all." She sent a message to Yanagawa Fumihiko.

"Yes. It's the same now, we met an ordinary cat." Yanagawa Fumhiko admitted, "It was sent by Ye Ye, and her role in these things is very puzzling, dear lady."

"The Seven Seals only recognize us as members when Xisheng is a united whole," Honma Noriko said. "They will expel the unqualified at any time."

"Without you, it's only a matter of time before we fall behind the Seven Seals. So I wish you longevity from the bottom of my heart."

"If anything happens to me, or if I show signs of mental disorder and manipulation. Please raze the city of Anjiu to the ground."

"Yes." Yanagawa Fumiko agreed.

Farosa finished assembling the potion.

"It's ready." She poured the extracted potion into the glass bottle.

The sun shines through the cloud-patterned glass, and it's as enchanting as a dream, as if someone had bent and folded a corner of the universe into this quarter-liter of liquid in a bottle.

"Okay?" Kiko Honma's voice trembled.

"You can come out and drink." Farosa was calm.

"I'm looking at you." Yanagawa Fumiko said.

"I know." Farosa put her hands behind her back, facing the sea, looking at the rising sun, leaving her back for any bullets and swords.

Once the glass door of the medical sanitation unit is opened, Noriko Honma's lifespan is counted down, and she will not survive an hour or two in front of this vulgar outside world.

Noriko Honma glanced at Yanagawa Fumiko ~www.mtlnovel.com~ His body shook violently, then nodded slowly, walked towards the life support device in person, pressed the safety button on the side, and entered the password.

The airtight device released air, and the movement was not small, and the glass hatch went up.

Yanagawa Fumiko gently helped Noriko Honma out of her medical chair. Noriko Honma just shook her head and walked out of the hatch alone. The monitoring probe and medical covering peeled off her body, like a baby cutting the umbilical cord.

She walked to the artificial beach, where the air has been cleaned as much as possible, and even a translucent glass canopy was built to maintain a low-bacteria environment as much as possible.

Life and death are directly at this moment.

Noriko Honma looked at Farosa's back, so mysterious and unpredictable, the thousand-word esoteric manuscript she wrote convinced Noriko Honma, an ancient witch from a thousand years ago, who was gifted by the Near East, Kyoto Infinity and the core of the lighthouse The fight was interrupted by the intervention of the Black Fire Innovation, and the trace was once interrupted. Now, he is brave enough to walk in front of him and propose such a godsend opportunity for himself.

So much money, so much human and material resources, must make it worthwhile.

She is the greatest investor corporatism has ever seen.

Now she is investing in her future.

Noriko Honma picked up the potion and drank it.

Chapter end

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