was given. Chen Muye paused. "that's all your subsidies and overdrawn salary for a year. If you give them all these, what will you do" "" I have saved some money by myself over the years, so I can sa..."now, is there anything else you want to say" Lin squinted at the prison disaster and slowly opened his mouth.

"that. What on earth is it " The prison disaster, who had been imprisoned for life, could not help asking, "that is by no means the breath that human beings can give off." Is that some artifact "

"it's not an artifact, it's just an ordinary chopstick, it just contains someone's power."

Lin walked up to the prison disaster in the night, put the chopstick in front of him and said faintly:

"who says there is an end to human existence"

who says man is doomed to defeat God

I once witnessed a man break the ceiling, hold the law in his hand, cut the gods with a sword, and find a way to live for mankind.

this chopstick came from him. "

hold the law in hand, the sword cuts the gods.

the prison disaster muttered to himself.

A glimmer of light appeared in his eyes.

this kind of person. Does it really exist Is it really possible for human beings to cut off gods

"who is he What's his name " The prison disaster looked up and looked at Lin Qinight's eyes full of longing.

Lin paused for a moment and then slowly opened his mouth: "Red Dust Sword Immortals, Zhou Ping."

"Zhou Ping."

the prison disaster muttered the name over and over again and sighed, "if only I could see that scene with my own eyes."

he shook his head and looked up at Lin Qinight. His eyes had calmed down. "destroy this cage. Although I haven't seen the scene of his sword chopping the gods, I have no regrets about seeing the sword that killed the thunderbeast."

I didn't expect to see with my own eyes what I had pursued all my life but could not touch. "

the prison disaster laughed at himself.

Lin Qi Ye stretched out his hand, grasped a black cage fence on the body of the prison disaster, and said farewell, "Farewell to the oracle."

Qiang!

the cage inserted in the prison disaster was pulled out by Lin Qinight himself, and the vitality forcibly retained in his body dissipated rapidly at the moment the cage was destroyed.

the light in the eyes of the prison disaster faded, his head drooped, facing the place where the sword mark was, half kneeling in the ruins, completely lost his vitality.

like a devout seeker, he knelt down on the wrong path and bowed his head to repent.

he's dead.

Lin Qi Night, with a complicated expression, looked at the prison disaster that half knelt on the ground and lost his life, and turned and walked towards the city.

his figure disappeared in the dust all over the sky.

Tokyo is full of devastation.

.

half a day later.

Hokkaido.

Leisure Club.

Pangpang sits on a leather sofa with champagne in his right hand, and the spherical ice jingles against the glass wall.

he took a sip and smacked his lips:

"I haven't had such a good wine for a long time." It's really my elder brother. I can muddle through wherever I go! "

Baili Pangpang, holding champagne, went to sit down next to Shen Qingzhu, leaned to his ear and asked, "Brother Drake, do you have one here, too" Miss Hua I haven't seen it yet. Why don't you ask some of you to come up and play together for a while "

Shen Qingzhu looked at him and thought for a moment, "there are no flower girls, but there are many male models. Do you want me to call a few to accompany you"

". Then forget it, young man. I'm not interested in men. " Baili Pangpang shrugged. "but you can ask Sister Lan if she needs it."... "

Pangpang Baili winked at Garland on one side.

Garan was stupefied, as if he remembered something, pursed his mouth slightly and opened his mouth sour:

"male model" It might as well be called a cowherd. I have heard that someone has become a new star in the Japanese cowherd circle. The girl who has been with her can go around Tokyo, and every night there are a lot of rich women who are willing to lose their money for him. "

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"the new star of the cowherd world" Hundred miles Pangpang at a loss, "who is it"

"it wasn't me. I was locked up in the Pure Land for two years." Cao Yuan was the first to deny it.

"it's not me either. I've always been with Jiang'er." An Qingyu then said.

the air suddenly fell silent.

everyone's eyes are on Shen Qingzhu.

Shen Qingzhu was silent for a long time. "Don't look, it's not me. I'm the leader of the black murder team. How can I be a cowherd"

none of these people are, so that leaves...

"Seven nights What about Seven Nights " Baili's fat eyes widened.

"he said that he was going to pay tribute to his old friend with his colleagues."

"colleague Where did he get his colleagues "

Shen Qingzhu thought for a moment, then pulled out a crumpled leaflet, which should have been left several months ago. The paper was very thin and had a sense of bargain.

Shen Qingzhu put the leaflet on the table and smoothed it out. At the top of the leaflet, the words "Black Indus Club" were written in blue and purple strokes at the top. There were four men standing directly below the words. The two men in the middle of

occupy nearly half of the leaflet. The one on the left is dressed in a blue-gray broken flower bathrobe. Under the loose collar, the symmetrical collarbone is set off with perfect body lines, slender without losing strength, handsome face, and eyes as cold and deep as a knife in the rain.

the man on the right is wearing a black-and-red broken flower bathrobe and holding a red umbrella. Under his messy and casual black hair, a handsome face looks indifferently ahead, overlooking sentient beings as haughty as a king.

"hiss!!"

the moment I saw this face, everyone except Shen Qingzhu took a cool breath!

Shen Qingzhu is not surprised by this. After all, he has been to Black Indus many times, and he has even had the privilege of receiving the "joint service" of the two on the leaflet in the small room of the black murder team.

"it's seven nights!" Baili Pangpang said in disbelief, "he, he. Did he really go to be a cowherd "

Cao Yuan stared closely at the picture of Lin Qixi on the flyer and could not help but swallow his saliva.

"Don't say. That's a nice costume. "

"take it back and make a copy for me later." An Qingyu said seriously, "I'm going to frame it."

Galan gazed at the handsome, messy figure on the flyer. Hearing this, he stood up, grabbed the flyer in his arms, shook his head firmly and said, "br > No!" I can only take care of this thing! "

"Sister Lan, don't be so mean!" Baili Pangpang stood up with a smile, "of course this kind of thing should be shared by everyone."

"Yes, please show us again, we haven't finished yet."

under great persuasion, Galan reluctantly put the leaflet back on the table.

on the leaflet, in addition to the two debut cowboys in the center, in a small area behind them, there is a handsome guy in a white and yellow flower bathrobe and blond hair standing behind them with a smile.

"this is also quite handsome, but compared with Seven Nights and another person, it is still a little worse." Hundred miles Pangpang seriously tasted up.

suddenly, he seems to have found something.

he stretched out his hand, pointed to the top of the three, and the middle-aged man with open arms and smiling arms around them, asked questioningly, "where is this uncle" Who's he Is he a cowherd, too "

"Yes."

this time, it was an Qingyu who said it.

he was silent for a moment and added, "this is the No.1 Cowherd in Japan, Kyosuke."

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