The knife on the table was still intact in the suitcase, telling him that his angry blow before was just a fantasy after his death. And the culprit who gave this fatal blow was standing next to his position.

A servant in black with a black hood.

"...died...?"

The man stretched out his hand in disbelief, trying to touch everything around him, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not touch them. Soon, his body gradually broke into pieces bit by bit, and slowly dissipated in the air.

This glass-like spirit finally couldn't hold on any longer. He looked around, and no one could see his spirit. They all focused their eyes on his body, and there was no pity, only sighs. Fortunately,

, his own death was not that painful, and it was acceptable. The man let out a long sigh of relief, as if he glanced at the old professor, who was still so calm. Then he turned his gaze to the old professor again.

There was an attendant in black. Under the hood, the man's face could not be seen clearly, but he seemed to be able to vaguely feel his eyes, which were tightly focused on him.

Cold sweat. However, soon, his body was completely broken, bloomed like fireworks, and disappeared quietly.

"Put it away, Katana. Also, consider that knife your trophy."

After the old professor finished speaking, he stood up on crutches and turned away without even looking at the body. On the gambling table, the samurai sword lay quietly in the suitcase, as if waiting for someone to take it away.

Take it out. Obviously, this knife is not an ordinary knife, it should be a demon knife, and the man who is leaning on the chair and his body is getting colder is a demon hunter. The black-clothed servant called "Katana"

Taking out the demon knife from the suitcase, the silver-white blade gave off a cold light. The attendant stared at the demon knife and examined the blade from beginning to end. There was an inscription on its side: Stars weave miracles, night pupils guide the light - Meteor Pupil [Light]

blade].

The old professor's cane struck a rhythm on the ground, but the people present only felt that the hollow sound made people tremble in their hearts.

"Buzz--"

The old professor's cell phone vibrated. He was leaning on a cane in one hand and picked up the phone with the other. I don't know if the conversation was inappropriate or something else, but the call ended quickly. The old professor put away the cell phone and turned to the attendant behind him.

said:

"I'll go downstairs first, and you can slowly clean up the mess first."

After that, he walked towards the hall with his cane. During this period, no one came forward to ask, not even the staff who asked more questions. The old professor just walked slowly, tapping the ground with his cane.

The voice disappeared from everyone's sight.

The scarlet liquid was churning, like a frightened horse in a chaotic situation, running around, but unable to break away from the restraining chains. The viscous liquid exuded something that is difficult to smell in daily life and is extremely rare.

Mellow aroma. Under the dim but ambiguous warm light, the deep red liquid dances and rotates wantonly in the cup. Accompanied by the soothing and tender music, the aromatic liquid pours out along the wall of the cup, like a trickle.

Flow, gentle and elegant.

"Boom"

It was the sound of the wine glass colliding with the table. The famous wine that was only one-sixth of the way in the glass swayed due to the vibration. It was no longer as intense as before. Perhaps he gave up after seeing that he could not escape from this transparent thin wall.

"This tastes as good as ever, Mr. Quan."

While he was talking, he put on his white suit jacket, with a strange pink shirt inside. Sitting next to him, I also took off my light windbreaker and hung it on the edge. However, that's all I said.

He didn't say anything and focused on the glass of wine in front of him. Of course, he was in a daze.

Perhaps seeing that I didn't answer his question, he took out a cigarette from the inner pocket of his suit, then held the cigarette in his mouth, felt for a lighter from his pocket, and said:

"This is the last farewell party before we say goodbye. Maybe we won't see each other again in the future. Don't you want to chat with me, an old friend?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he took out a silver lighter from his pocket. There were some scratches on the surface, as if it had been used for a long time. He held the lighter to his mouth and lit it three times before finally igniting the liquid in his mouth.

The smoke and firelight shone on his face, not that he had experienced vicissitudes of life, but that he looked like a young man with an extraordinary temperament.

"No smoking here, God's seat."

I finally said my first sentence and turned my head to look at the man in a white suit who was blowing out smoke rings.

"Is this the first time you've mentioned it?"

He held the cigarette in his hand, but he did not put out the cigarette butt when I reminded him. Instead, he held the cigarette holder again and took a strong puff. Seeing that the throne did not listen to the reminder, I could only sigh softly and said again.

:

"I'm sorry, God, the agreement with you may not be fulfilled until later."

"That's it."

The god's expression remained unchanged. He looked at the slightly glowing light ball above his head and responded:

"I know very well what you want to do and what you should do, but this time, as your friend, I have to advise you to think twice."

"This matter is not up to me, and I also shoulder the honor of the family and..."

"What you are carrying is too heavy."

The god of thrones calmly interrupted my words, causing me to look at him.

"You, as the eldest son and the only successor of the Liu family, have many and important tasks. If you don't get any rest, sooner or later you will be crushed by these so-called family honors."

"This is also my duty. Being overwhelmed by family affairs only shows that I am not capable enough."

I tried to argue with him that family matters are not something I can decide at will.

"Family...is this what people like you care about and believe in? It's really ridiculous."

Shenzuo spoke what was in his heart, and I could even feel that he was a little annoyed, but before I could say anything more, he calmed down and said:

"I don't want to mention those stupid things too much, but I just want to remind you, Liu Quanjun, that this time there are too many things involved, and it can't be solved by simply killing a few people. I don't want to see you next time, just with

The corpse spoke."

I know he is worried about me, but I am just a member of the family. It is normal to die for the family without fear.

"I will be measured."

I responded that although it could not dispel his worries, these words were necessary.

"Okay, that's alright, that's almost it."

He spoke plainly but intermittently, as if he was tired of the way I talked. She pressed the cigarette butt on the bar, then reached out and grabbed the glass of wine on the table, and drank it all in one gulp. Then he roughly put the glass "

He fell to the ground, then stood up and left without looking back. It was very consistent with his character. I have encountered this kind of thing several times, so I didn't say much or hold back. The relationship between the two of us

The last time they got together would end so dramatically, and the friendship between the two would surely fade away over time.

"Here, take this."

Suddenly he turned his head and threw something from a distance. It drew a graceful arc in the air, shone with cold silver light, and fell perfectly into my palm.

"You don't have to do what you agreed to do."

After saying that, he waved his hand and completely disappeared from my sight. He was like a gust of wind, coming in an aggressive manner, and then leaving in an aggressive manner. Although he would always bring something to me, correspondingly, every time he would

It seemed like I had lost something. That time was the last conversation I had with Kamito Munakata. Since then, we have never seen each other again, nor have we communicated through other means. I don’t even know if he is still alive.

, of course, he may not know what I am doing. It is still unknown whether the friendship between the two former friends still exists, but the influence they have on each other is still self-evident.

The two of them will eventually break up one day. Whether they get together easily or not is just a chat for the next day. Whether the friendship is strong can only be witnessed after life and death. Whether it is growing rapidly like bamboo shoots after a rain, or whether it is an eternal oath that lasts forever, it can be

What binds the two of them in the future is the unforgettable memory of the past, not the illusion of the so-called promise.

At this point, Liu Quanjun stopped recalling and thinking. At this moment, he was lying on the bed, with one hand behind his head and the other hand squeezing the crystal silver-white gem. He carefully observed this ordinary gem, and the light penetrated through it.

A gem shone in his eyes, but the light beam was no different from reality. He squeezed it hard, and it was still as hard. But so what? Aren't ordinary stones also so hard?

Liu Quanjun, who couldn't get the answer, put the gem away and placed it in a carved-edged wooden box next to his bed. Since then, he and Shenzuo Zongfang have been separated for a month. He tried many ways to study the gem, but failed.

He still couldn't get an answer. Now it seems that it is not an exaggeration to say that it is just a glass bead. He also tried to contact the throne of God, but he never got a response, and no news came out. He seemed to have disappeared from the world.

generally.

Liu Quanjun turned over and stared at the wooden box in front of him and began to wonder. In the past, he would never have had such a leisure time to lie in bed bored and lost his mind. But since that incident

, he no longer needs to manage many things. It’s not that he has been replaced, but right now, he needs to do more important things. Liu Quanjun reached his hand behind his neck and felt it gently. To be precise,
Chapter completed!