"Bang!"
A dull thud was heard, followed by Great-grandmother's voice. "Li Xianyu, Li Xianyu, you little bastard?"
Li Xianyu's eyes were slightly dazed. After a while, he seemed to have heard Great-grandmother's voice and came back to his senses.
The winter sun was shining brightly, and the wind blew in through the window, bringing with it a cold atmosphere.
They were driving in a cemetery, and in front of them was a western-style chapel with a pointed roof. The white color was faintly visible, and a funeral was being held there.
The driver was Li Xianyu, but just now, he was absent-minded, causing the car to deviate from the direction and hit a pine tree on the side of the road.
"Really, how could you make such a low-level mistake." Great-grandmother complained. "You ignored me when I called your name, but when I called you little bastard, you immediately returned to your senses. Hmph, you really are a little bastard."
If it was any other time, Li Xianyu would have cursed in his heart: the little bastard who pressed you on the bed?
But now, he didn't say anything. He was gasping for breath like a drowning man who finally got fresh oxygen.
Back, back.
He went back in time again, back to the time before he attended Iwasaki Emperor's funeral.
Li Xianyu half leaned on the steering wheel, his heart was filled with fear, moved, pain, and all kinds of emotions.
It's good that you're back, it's good that you're back. Cui Hua didn't die, San Wu didn't die, and Kuri was still arguing for him at the funeral.
"Sir, do you need help?" A man in a black suit came over. He was a member of the official organization.
He saw that Li Xianyu was wearing sunglasses, a mask, and a cap. Judging from his figure, he should be a man, and his attire was a little suspicious. Inside was the funeral of the official organization leader, and their responsibility was to prevent the Tenshin Association or the troublemakers from destroying the funeral.
Their main purpose was to guard against the Tenshin Association. Except for that group of people, normal people wouldn't cause trouble unless their brains were muddled.
The man's eyes glanced over Li Xianyu and looked into the car. He was slightly surprised. There were two young girls sitting in the car. They were in their prime and were extremely rare beauties.
A high school girl.
Her long hair reached her waist, her facial features were exquisite, and she wore no make-up. In the middle of winter, she wore a thin coat, but it was difficult to conceal her great chest that did not match her age.
The other girl had a ponytail, revealing her bright and clean forehead. She was clear and cold, and her eyes lacked spirit, like a delicate paper flower. There was a colorful cat on his lap.
Even though the Blood Kin World was famous for producing handsome men and beautiful women, girls with such good looks were rare. Even in the Blood Kin Clans, such girls would be highly sought after.
But beauty wasn't the key. He stared at JK, who was sitting in the front passenger seat, and found her increasingly familiar.
"No … no … no … no …" The man's eyes slowly widened as he stammered, unable to form a sentence.
In the past six months, the Unparalleled Fighting Soul had made a high number of appearances. Occasionally, it would appear in some information videos on the internet. After all, it wasn't 20 years ago anymore. In the era where the Internet was widespread, as long as one's family had Internet access, they could basically see her on the Internet.
After searching through the memories in his mind, he was able to identify the person he was looking for.
"It's the Unparalleled Fighting Soul." Great-grandmother said in dissatisfaction.
"Stepmother, erase his memory." Li Xianyu waved his hand.
As soon as he finished speaking, a soft hand reached out from between his brows and lightly snapped her fingers.
The man's pupils dilated slightly, and his body stiffened. A few seconds later, he walked away without a word.
Great-grandmother looked at her great-grandson and felt that his actions were completely unnecessary.
Li Xianyu drove the car back onto the road and parked it by the side. He leaned back in his seat and let his thoughts wander, thinking about what he should do next.
The biggest drawback of going back in time was that he was crippled again.
And this time, it was impossible for him to catch the enemy off guard in the upcoming decisive battle.
Originally, he had two goals for attending the funeral. One, to pay his respects to his temporary comrade, Iwasaki Teijin. Two, to become the temporary leader of the official organization. He wanted to fight Venomtail again.
Black Dragon and Venomtail's early arrival could only be said to be unexpected. It really was within his expectations, and he wasn't surprised. He had made preparations in this regard. That was why he had contacted the Blood Esquire last night.
He had asked him to come to Tokyo's Hokkaido Cemetery at noon today.
This trip to Tokyo was a journey of death for the Blood Esquire. At the thought of this, Li Xianyu couldn't hide his guilt.
There were two paths in front of him. One was to admit defeat, leave Tokyo, and leave Japan. Watch Venomtail destroy the official organization with his own eyes. The life and death of the Japanese Blood Descendants was not within his consideration. All he needed to do was to take Kuri away.
But that way, he would have to face the entire Japanese Blood Descendants in the subsequent battle for the fruit. And Venomtail, who had taken control of the official organization, could even rope in the American Superpower Association.
Secondly, would Bosch, who had lost his big boss, have the confidence to fall out with Japan internationally?
One had to know that in modern times, the national policy of this great country had always been peace. And most of the board members were politicians.
The second path was to continue his journey of escape, find a corner to hide, and wait for his combat power to recover.
But this path was also hopeless. First of all, the official organization would see him as the murderer of Iwasaki Teijin, completely cutting off the possibility of him becoming the leader of the official organization. Secondly, with the strength of him, Great-grandmother, and the Blood Esquire, could they really guarantee to eliminate Venomtail and the Tenshin Association? One had to know that if it wasn't for Li Peiyun's involvement, he might not have been able to kill Venomtail in the previous battle.
Such an opportunity could only be found by chance.
Venomtail also had a Black Dragon by his side, and he might even use the official organization as a tool to add fuel to the fire. What should he do? Get rid of the official organization first? Wouldn't that give Venomtail a chance to reap the benefits of the fisherman?
Li Peiyun was also here in Japan. This guy was a double-edged sword, he might stab me in the back, and that was exactly what he wanted to do.
What should he do?
Turning back time was not omnipotent. Li Xianyu felt that he had nowhere to retreat, and that his defeat was already set in stone.
Unless he could call for reinforcements in a short time, and the reinforcements were in the Extreme Grade realm. Otherwise, there was absolutely no hope of victory.
Currently, in the world of Blood Descendants, China had two Extreme Daos, Buddha Head and Big Boss. Big Boss was in confinement, and his identity was ambiguous, so he was not a good candidate. Buddha Head lived in Lianhua Temple all year round, could he rush to Japan within an hour?
It might not be within an hour, as long as he arrived within today. Well, I can try.
There was no Extreme Daos in the Vatican, but there was a chief in Africa called Extreme Daos. It was said that it was a large tribe with a relatively closed tradition. They would occasionally speak out internationally, but the people in the tribe rarely left Africa.
I obviously didn't have that much face, unless I sold my body and agreed to marry the daughter of one of the chief's Black Princess. I had never eaten chocolate-flavored seafood, but Great-grandmother would tear me apart on the spot. Li Xianyu laughed at himself.
There was a Extreme Daos in the American Supers Association, but I had no relationship with the Supers Association, and I even killed a vice president. This was done by Great-grandmother, and it was very covert, but the vice president's disciple (Li Xianyu couldn't remember the name) was killed by me, and there were witnesses.
The Supers Association might not like me. Although I had a good relationship with Victoria, she was only a middle-level officer, and obviously couldn't make such a big decision.
Furthermore, the benefits of fighting an Ancient Demon in exchange for increasing control over the Japanese official organization were not proportional to the risks.
Li Xianyu took a deep breath, took out his phone, and entered the international code, country code, and the area code of Lianhua Temple. Then, he entered the phone number of Buddha Head and dialed.
It was almost mealtime, and Buddha Head shouldn't be cultivating, so he had plenty of time to answer the phone.
After dialing for a few seconds, the phone was hung up.
Hung up?!
Was it because my number was an unknown number?
Was it treated as a trash advertisement?
F * ck, trash advertisements ruined my life.
He dialed again and listened to the Amitabha ringtone. A few seconds later, the call was connected. "Amitabha, This Penniless Monk doesn't buy anything, doesn't need reimbursement, doesn't accept lottery notices, doesn't participate in any training activities, and doesn't have any thoughts of using pocket money to manage money …"
Li Xianyu opened his mouth and was at a loss for a moment. Before the other party hung up, he wailed, "Grandpa …"
The sudden wail startled the great-grandmother. Cuihua was also so frightened that her ears trembled. She raised her head to look.
Hearing that, Buddha Head was silent. "Almsgiver, you've mistaken me for someone else. This Penniless Monk is a monk and has no children. Goodbye!"
"It's me, it's me. I'm the grandson you abandoned for twenty-one years. Back then, it was you who didn't save my father that caused me to live under someone else's roof for twenty years, Li Xianyu."
"…" Buddha Head said angrily, "Why did you call me?"
Did your adoptive father agree with what you said?
"Grandpa, hurry up and save me. I'm going to die, I'm going to die." Li Xianyu spoke quickly. "I encountered an ancient demon in Japan, and I'm currently in no condition. Great-grandmother is also crippled, and a large group of people wants to kill me. Only you can save me in the whole world. "
He gave a concise and comprehensive account of what had happened.
"Suddenly, the signal was bad. What did you say?" Buddha Head said in a daze.
"F * ck, you rotten old man, you're even more shameless than me."
"My poor father really had a hard life. He clearly didn't do anything to harm justice, but he was besieged to death by the world's heroes. Poor master, who he respected the most in his life, didn't even look at him until he died. As a son, my heart aches. "
"The person I respected the most in my life was Priest Wangchen. Before he died, he showed mercy to a monk, thinking that he would become an upright and kind monk in the future. Who knew that the monk was afraid of death and didn't save him, wasting his hopes …" Li Xianyu wailed again.
"Hurry up and come back, then you'll be safe." Buddha Head sighed. "First, Japan is too far away, I can't get there in time. If the situation is as dangerous as you said, I can't do anything. Second, I'm not the Unparalleled Fighting Soul, and I'm not the Demon Dao Wangchen. "
"Goodbye, Grandmaster!" Li Xianyu hung up and pinched his eyebrows.
It was so real. Great-grandmother and Cui Hua saw the reality of society from how Li Xianyu addressed them.
As expected, the old monk didn't have invisible wings. Lianhua Temple was on Mount Emei, in the center of the Central Plains. They might not be able to reach Japan today. Most importantly, the old monk was afraid of death, and wasn't willing to risk his life with an ancient demon.
But from what he said, as long as I return, he will protect me.
But if I return, why would I ask for help? Shanghai is my territory, and I can summon the eight gods of Bosch, millions of Bosch descendants, and all kinds of money. Would Poison Tail dare to come?
Moreover, the master of Pantheon Palace was still here.
That's right, Ice Dregs!!
Li Xianyu suddenly saw a ray of hope, and his eyes suddenly lit up.
He first looked at the time, opened his address book, and sent a message to Hu Yan. Then, he took a deep breath and looked at Great-grandmother and Cui Hua. "Next, I want to tell you something. This concerns all of our lives, and it's also the final battle between me and Poison Tail."
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