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Chapter 42 The War Factory (Part 2)

In an abandoned production workshop, lightning and thunder were heard, and from time to time, a scream like ghosts and wolves howling came.

If it is an ordinary person, he would probably think that evil and inhumane biochemical experiments are being conducted here.

It turns out that this is not groundless.

The abandoned doll's broken limbs and arms were everywhere, and the dim nutrient solution was soaked with evil creature bodies, and various colors of potions were boiled in the boiling stove.

There is also an evil doctor in a white coat, holding a magnifying glass in his left hand and a scalpel in his right hand, studying the arm of a doll.

"Tsk tsk, the texture is extremely clear, the lines are delicate, and the flesh is tender. It seems that my skills have improved again, hahahaha!" The doctor let out a horrifying laugh, and immediately startled a ball of black bats, shaking, flying towards the miserable night.

"Bo...Doctor", at this time, a terrifying voice came from behind.

The evil Doctor was shocked and turned around and saw a flashlight shining on him.

"Dong...Dong", the doll in his hand suddenly fell to the ground.

"You are..." Doug's eyes widened, his face full of doubts.

"Yang Jian is here to visit." The flashlight immediately turned off, and the lights around him suddenly lit up with a "slam".

I saw a large group of people in black suits gathered next to Yang Jian and looked at him curiously.

"I'm almost scared to death," Doug wiped his sweat.

The followers brought a clean set of tables and chairs from elsewhere, and a set of tea sets were also placed on it, and the steaming tea and fragrant milk were prepared for people to enjoy.

Yang Jian picked up a cup of tea and handed it to Doug, "You always try this tea leaf, so that you can be astonished."

Doug took the teacup and took a sip. Suddenly, a refreshing feeling made his whole body feel extremely comfortable.

"Good tea!" Doug gave a thumbs up and couldn't help but take a second sip.

"Life is like tea, the first trial is like a new life, and it is hard to give up when you try again. If you go on for more and more, you will be filled with recollection." Yang Jian felt a sense of emotion.

"Sir", Doug suddenly lowered his head, as if he was thinking.

"If you have something to say, just say it straight," Yang Jian stared at him.

"I was in the sky city and gave up on myself." Doug's expression was sad, "Later, I met an adult and gave me a chance to be reborn. It is difficult to repay this life in this life. I feel guilty."

Hearing this, something flashed in Yang Jian's eyes.

"Do you know? Doug?" Yang Jian approached.

"If it weren't for you, I'd already died in the Hanging City," his expression became serious.

Doug looked up, looking shocked.

"You don't have to feel guilty. I helped you, but I was actually helping myself." Yang Jian looked into his eyes, as if his eyes could speak.

"Leaving a way out for others is equivalent to leaving a way out for yourself!" Yang Jian stood up with his eyes bright.

"Work hard, Doug, you need us, and we can't live without you." He stretched out a hand to Doug, "Hold me tightly, my friend!".

"Mr. Yang, I'll take you to see the new doll," Doug held Yang Jian's hand vigorously.

Then, rows of heroic dolls lined up in a column and appeared in front of Yang Jian's eyes.

"The most magical figures in this group are introduced," Doug introduced.

"Bolla, the Hand of Flame with Fire", Doug pointed to a female mage doll.

"There are also ice-type frozen swordsman Goras, Blizzard Snow Triser," Doug pointed at the doll.

"Working with ice and fire, you won't be tired of working", he summarized this way.

At this time, a doll with short golden hair and a coquettish appearance attracted Yang Jian's attention.

"What kind of doll is this?" he pointed at the strange doll.

"This?" Doug's attention was also attracted.

"Is this?" He widened his eyes.

He touched the doll's head with his hand, wanting to see the sign on it.

"Stinky old man, don't touch this handsome guy's head!" The doll suddenly flashed away and said something like this.

"This?" Yang Jian was also stunned.

"You must..." Doug stuttered at the doll.

"This handsome guy is Christine Ronaldo. If you are not a beauty, don't touch me. I won't mess with you!" The doll shouted, looking unhappy, and then turned his head to the other side.
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