A youth in a blue hoodie stood by the window on the top floor, and a young master in a white robe stood by the railing on the lower floor.
The two of them met each other's gazes in the spacious building of the military headquarters at a distance of several hundred meters.
No wind whipped up, no sword sound, and no sparks could be seen, but the content of their gazes was immeasurable.
If it were another story or a classic scene, the two of them would pull back their gazes in the next moment and turn around to leave. They wouldn't meet again until they had gone through many storms and many years. They would recall the first time their gazes met many years later, and then a thrilling fight would ensue, pushing the plot to a climax.
It was too troublesome and time-consuming for Jing Jiu.
He disappeared from the window and reappeared in front of Shen Yunmai.
A gust of wind blew up this time. The hood of the blue hoodie was lifted up, exposing his face.
Shen Yunmai's finger had just left Ran Handong's cheek, the tip of his finger still feeling a bit warm.
Looking at Jing Jiu's face, Shen Yunmai was a bit absent-minded. Then, he let out a wry smile and said, "Isn't it a bit early for us to meet?"
Jing Jiu didn't pay attention to the implied meaning in his statement. "Do you have the right of access?" he asked.
He had requested the release of the soldiers on the battleship in General Li's office earlier, but Major Chen said that he didn't have the right to do so. Did Shen Yunmai have the right of access?
Shen Yunmai said to Jing Jiu with a faint smile, "I do."
This most outstanding young master in the Federation of the Milky Way was indeed very good-looking. His casual smile was charming enough to enchant the masses.
"Are you a descendant of the ascendants?" asked Jing Jiu after shooting him a few glances.
What he meant was that this person was a descendant of the ascendants from Chaotian and a human in the Federation of the Milky Way.
Shen Yunmai said, "This is not the fairy world, nor is it the upper world. You have to change your habits. You are the cocoon breakers."
Jing Jiu didn't care about this, and he had no intention of acknowledging him as a fellow from the same hometown. "The right of access?" he pressed.
Shen Yunmai ascertained the purpose of his visit. "You're indeed different from them," he said while staring into Jing Jiu's eyes.
Ran Handong had just come back to her senses. She took a glance at Jing Jiu and backed away silently.
Shen Yunmai continued, "It's impossible to let them go. Those who know your secret and our secret must die. Those on the battleship are already dead."
Jing Jiu said, "No, if they die, you will die too."
This was not a threat or intimidation, but an objective, calm, and powerful statement.
"Do you know who I am?"
Shen Yunmai raised his eyebrows and said in a different tone, "Doesn't this sound like what the villains usually say? These words are indeed powerless and will only invite ridicule. But … I am very powerful. "
Jing Jiu said, "I think I know who you are."
Shen Yunmai raised his hand to stroke his waterfall-like black hair and said with a bored tone, "Since you know who I am, how dare you touch me? Even if you are different from those cocoon breakers and have some inexplicable courage, if you suddenly want to touch me, how can you touch me? "
Without waiting for Jing Jiu to speak, he sighed and continued, "Don't you think this kind of life is boring?"
One would feel lonely when he was invincible, and loneliness would be like the snow.
Though what he said sounded pretentious, it was true that he would feel bored or lonely if he had stood on the peak top for many years.
"It's alright," replied Jing Jiu after thinking of his two lives.
He didn't feel bored or lonely; it was just that he felt annoyed sometimes. He welcomed anything that could save him some trouble.
Shen Yunmai displayed an amused expression as he said, "The cocoon breakers are all proud. I've seen them before, but they are not as proud as you …"
He thought of how to describe Jing Jiu's temperament. "Natural?" he asked uncertainly.
"They have been defeated," said Jing Jiu. "But I haven't."
Shen Yunmai said sentimentally, "I've figured it out. The temperament you exude is not the natural arrogance; it's something that can make people feel unhappy."
"Have you finished talking?" asked Jing Jiu.
"I hope what you said is true; otherwise, I'll have a feeling of emptiness again. In order to make you take it more seriously, let's do it this way …"
Shen Yunmai went on while staring at Jing Jiu, "If you lose, Zong Lizi, Jiang Yuxia and the little girl of the Hua clan will all die."
A moment ago, he had pinched Ran Handong's face and said that he would rape her if her father died.
Of course, he didn't want to rape her, just like how he didn't want to kill the successor of the female priest of the Stargate.
These were merely the bargaining chips he tossed on the table.
Life was a boring game for him.
Jing Jiu was not irritated by this remark.
His countenance was still as calm as ever; but he had raised his right hand and pointed it forward.
This movement seemed simple and casual, but it was actually dreadful; it was because it was too fast.
Many people in the building of the military headquarters were paying attention to the commotion, and many surveillance devices were aimed in this direction; but nobody could see Jing Jiu's movement clearly, and none of the surveillance devices could capture his movement.
Jing Jiu's long and slender finger was like the sharpest sword, cutting through hundreds of thousands of air molecules and creating countless tiny turbulence due to the friction.
The turbulence had no time to emit a glow, which looked like the threads of glass being melted by the high temperature.
Shen Yunmai was the only one who could see Jing Jiu's movement and the finger clearly, and he was the only one who could do something about it.
Jing Jiu lifted his right hand as his sleeve tousled slightly, but the first wrinkle had just appeared on the edge of the sleeve before it actually fluttered.
His finger landed on Jing Jiu's shoulder.
It was still a bit too slow.
Jing Jiu's finger landed on the center of Jing Jiu's eyebrows.
Time seemed to have stopped at this moment.
To put it more precisely, time began to move forward at a normal speed from this moment on.
The scene was witnessed by everybody, and all the surveillance devices were absolutely still.
They looked like the shooters who aimed their guns at their opponents at a very short distance in the retro movies.
Those two fingers were like two extremely powerful guns.
The two of them seemed to have pulled the triggers at the same time.
A loud bang resounded!
His white robe fluttered like a flag in a mess.
Shen Yunmai whizzed through the air like a stone and flew backward.
The sounds of violent collisions kept ringing out. Several solid walls were broken one after another, raising a cloud of smoke and dust.
The people who witnessed the scene were so shocked that they even forgot to exclaim. Their faces were full of incredulity.
A straight passageway appeared in the building of the Military Headquarters.
The smoke and dust gradually settled, revealing a figure.
Shen Yunmai's white robe was slightly torn, and his eyes were a bit perplexed. But he soon calmed down.
Looking at the blue figure in the distance, he tilted his head slightly and suddenly smiled. It seemed that he found the scene quite interesting.
As he did so, a drop of blood seeped out from the center of his eyebrows.
The drop of blood emitted a faint golden glow when it was illuminated by the sunlight.
Jing Jiu took a look at his left shoulder and found a tiny cut on his blue robe.
He lifted his head and looked into the distance, thinking it was quite interesting.
Having thought of this, he came up to Shen Yunmai and pointed his finger at the center of his eyebrows again.
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