Late at night, Redwinian H5 Province, Passi Town.
"Ah … So boring … Is there anyone who wants to be gay?"
A blue-haired, rabbit-eyed youth lay on the bar with his head tilted, looking bored.
Behind the bar, a white-haired old man in a bartender uniform was gently placing a freshly brewed tri-color liquor in front of the youth.
"Dad, your tri-color liquor."
The old man pushed the liquor to the youth's mouth with a serious face.
"Hmm …" The blue-haired, red-eyed youth lifted his head. "Cong Cong, it's been a hundred years, and you're still so old-fashioned. So boring. I should've thrown you to the wall back then. I'd be happier if I had a daughter … Look at the one in Lil 'Yang's house, everything is arranged for him. Tsk tsk … "
"Dad, even my granddaughter has started working. Can you spare me some face?" The old man sighed.
"You want face, but I don't?" The youth picked up the liquor and gulped it down. "By the way, your grave has been arranged in advance. It's in the Third National Cemetery."
"Is that so? Thank you. "The old man meticulously wiped his hands with a towel. "It's been so many years, and you haven't changed at all."
"This is the power of balance. You don't understand … The Eventide returns us with unimaginable power. "The youth gently swirled the cup.
"By the way, dad, your disciple seems to have been injured. Do you want to take a look? "The old man suddenly asked.
"As long as he's not dead. That kid is too arrogant. He may be talented, but that doesn't mean others will go easy on him." The youth said flatly.
"But he's still your disciple. The former disciple of the King of Assassins. "The old man emphasized.
"It's alright. The dark powers do not care about the body, but the mind. His soul is naturally powerful. To be able to reach this level at the age of forty is already very good. Further down, to step into Six Winger, what you need is not to absorb more dark powers, but to work on the state and the mind. "
The youth smiled as he explained.
"Alright, that's enough. It would be rude of us to interfere in the matters of the younger generation. Another glass of Rainbow. "
"Hold on." The old man gently took out a glass and started mixing the liquor.
"That's right, you said something wrong just now." The youth opened his eyes, and the smile on his face had a hint of inexplicable meaning.
"The new King of Assassins is dead. He's on that island …"
"So you're the strongest assassin again?" the old man asked calmly.
"You're wrong again." The blue-haired youth laughed. "The strongest assassin has always been me."
"Why?"
"Because I was the one who killed that guy."
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Blackfeather City.
Lin Sheng stopped in his tracks and stood still.
He sized up the person in front of him.
The other party had blonde hair and purple eyes. His vacant pupils were like pure crystals, sparkling and translucent.
This was a tall, slender man with sharp facial features. The lower half of his face was covered by a black mask, and he wore a black, gold-rimmed, tight-fitting armor.
The armor did not seem heavy. Instead, it gave off a sense of exquisiteness.
"If I hadn't met you here, I would have thought that you were a living person," Lin Sheng murmured.
At the same time, black lines emerged from the four women behind him and flew into his back.
A large amount of unfamiliar information flowed into his mind.
"You're the third senator, Dyze? I've seen the strength of the Steel Lord. Now, let me see what you're … "
He took a step forward, but before he could finish, he saw the other party turn around and slowly walk into the darkness.
"Wait! You!!? "Lin Sheng wanted to chase after him.
* Puff. *
Suddenly, his vision went black, and then he knew nothing.
He slowly got up from the bed.
Lin Sheng was dumbfounded.
"What just happened? What the hell is going on?! "
He had no idea what had happened.
"The dream suddenly ended. Did they change places? It's been so long, it's reasonable to change places. But Blackfeather City should be different from other places … I've stayed there for so long. "
Lin Sheng wiped his face with both hands. He felt sweat all over his face.
He got down from the bed, walked into the bathroom, and took off his clothes to take a shower.
The warm water flowed from top to bottom, and he felt like all the dirt on his body had been washed away by the water.
After drying himself, Lin Sheng raised his hand, and carefully spat out a flame from his mouth. He used his hand to block it, and guided the flame onto his wet hair.
* Hiss … *
The water on his hair was quickly evaporated by the high temperature, and a large amount of steam rose.
In less than ten seconds, his hair was completely dry.
After putting on his clothes, Lin Sheng sat back at the table, and began to analyze the situation.
But no matter how hard he tried, he could not sense any clues to deduce.
"Forget it! I'll go to Blackfeather City tomorrow! I'll see what's going on. "
With no other choice, Lin Sheng went back to bed.
He slept until dawn, and the next day, he plunged into meditation on the Ashen Seal and training on the Bloodazure Harp.
He went up the mountain in the afternoon, and converted a large amount of soul particles into Saint power. Including the stock from yesterday, there were ten units of pure Saint power in the Holy Sanctum.
At this time, Lin Sheng should have been guarding the Holy Sanctum, observing the subsequent developments.
But he had been distracted by the strange phenomenon the whole day, and had been thinking about something, and did not feel anything else.
Soon, night came again.
This time, Lin Sheng adjusted his mood, and then fell back down, and his consciousness gradually sank.
* Tick tock tock tock … *
The rapid ticking of the clock rang out.
Lin Sheng stretched his body, and suddenly realized something was wrong.
"Where's my armor? Where's the Flaming Sword?! "He suddenly realized that he was wearing the clothes he had just fallen asleep in.
"Could it be?!" Lin Sheng suddenly thought of a possibility, and his heart skipped a beat.
He looked up again, and looked left and right.
He was standing in front of the gate of the Blackfeather City Holy Sanctum, and had not stepped in. It seemed like he was about to enter. His weapon and armor were all gone.
Lin Sheng stepped through the gate, and slowly walked in, and soon saw the four corpses on the ground.
And right in front of the corpses, there was a piece of dark red armor.
Two Flaming Swords lay quietly on the ground, broken in the middle, and no longer burning.
This was the first time Lin Sheng had a good look at his previous corpse.
Yes, what he had in front of him were the relics left behind by the person who died here yesterday. There were no corpses, only scattered weapons, armor, and miscellaneous items.
Only then did Lin Sheng confirm that the sudden blackout was death …
"But, when did I get hit?" Lin Sheng squatted down, and did not pick up the Flaming Sword, nor the giant scythe on the corpses.
The Flaming Sword did not have the ability to burn, and could not even beat a normal longsword, so he might as well use his hand.
And he was not used to using the scythe yet.
"From the memories of these women, I can get some information. The man with the purple glasses and the mask should be the strongest guy in this Holy Sanctum. The third councilor of the Night King, Deus. "
"But worship is really the furthest emotion … There's no other information on these women except love-struck idiots."
Lin Sheng stood up helplessly. He recalled the memories of the women with the giant scythe.
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