"Now, is there anything else you want to say?" Lin Qiye squinted at the prison and spoke slowly.
"Then... what exactly is it?" Prison Prison, who was imprisoned with vitality, couldn't help but ask, "That breath is definitely not something that humans can release... is it some kind of artifact?"
"It's not a magical weapon. It's just an ordinary chopstick. It just contains someone's power."
Lin Qiye walked to the prison, placed the half-cut wooden chopsticks in front of him, and said calmly:
"Who says there is an end to human existence?
Who says humans are destined to be unable to defeat God?
I once witnessed a man break that ceiling, hold the law in his hand, kill the gods with his sword, and find a way for mankind to survive...
This wooden chopstick comes from him."
Holding the law in hand, slaying the gods with sword...
Hellfire muttered to himself.
There was a glimmer of light in his eyes.
Does this kind of person... really exist? Is it really possible for humans to kill gods?
"Who is he? What's his name?" Prisoner raised his head and looked at Lin Qiye with eyes full of longing.
Lin Qiye paused for a moment, then slowly said: "The Great Xia Hongchen Sword Immortal, Zhou Ping."
"Zhou Ping..."
Prisoner chanted the name over and over again and sighed, "It would be great if I could see that scene with my own eyes..."
He shook his head and looked up at Lin Qiye. His eyes had calmed down and said, "Destroy this cage. Although I couldn't see him slaying the gods with his sword, I could see the scene of him slaying the thunder beast."
Sword, I have no regrets.
Unexpectedly, the thing that I have been pursuing all my life but cannot touch, I actually saw it with my own eyes before I died..."
Prison disaster laughed to himself.
Lin Qiye stretched out his hand, grasped one of the black cage bars attached to Jie Fei's body, and said lightly: "Farewell, Oracle."
Clang——!
The cage inserted into Jail Bian's body was pulled out by Lin Qiye himself. The vitality that was forcibly retained in his body dissipated rapidly the moment the cage was destroyed.
The light in Jail's eyes faded, his head lowered, facing the place where the sword mark was, half-kneeling in the ruins, completely lifeless.
Like a devout seeker, he knelt down on the wrong path and bowed his head in repentance.
he died.
Lin Qiye looked at the lifeless prisoner half-kneeling on the ground with a complicated expression, then turned and walked towards the city.
His figure disappeared into the dust in the sky.
Tokyo is devastated.
…
Half a day later.
Hokkaido.
club for relaxation.
Baili Pangpang was sitting on the leather sofa, holding the champagne in his right hand and shaking it gently. The spherical ice cubes collided with the wall of the glass, making a clanking sound.
He took a sip and smacked his lips:
"I haven't had such a good drink in a long time... As expected of me, I can get along with you wherever I go!"
Baili Pangpang walked to Shen Qingzhu and sat down next to him with champagne in his hand. He leaned into his ear and asked, "Brother La, do you also have a... flower girl here? I haven't seen her before, how about you call me someone else?"
Come and play together for a while?"
Shen Qingzhu glanced at him and thought seriously for a moment, "There are no flower girls, but there are quite a few male models. Do you need me to call a few to accompany you?"
"...Forget it, sir, I'm not interested in men." Baili Pangpang shrugged, "But you can ask Sister Lan if you need..."
Baili Pangpang blinked at Jialan beside him.
Jia Lan was stunned for a moment, as if he remembered something, he pursed his lips slightly and said sourly:
"Male model? Then he might as well be called a Cowherd... I heard that a certain person has become a new star in Japan's Cowherd world. The girls he has accompanied can go around Tokyo. Every night, there are a lot of rich women who are willing to go bankrupt for him.
.”
"The new star in the Cowherd world?" Baili Pangpang was confused, "Who is it?"
"It's not me anyway. I was imprisoned 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 said later.
The air suddenly fell silent.
Everyone looked at Shen Qingzhu.
Shen Qingzhu was silent for a long time, "Don't look at it, it's not me. I am the leader of the assassination team. How can I be a cowherd?"
None of these people are the only ones left...
"Qiye? Where is Qiye?" Baili Pangpang's eyes widened.
"He said he wanted to go with his colleagues to pay homage to his old friend."
"Colleague? Where did he get his colleague?"
Shen Qingzhu thought for a moment, dug into his arms for a moment, and took out a crumpled flyer, which should have been left behind several months ago. The paper was very thin and had a cheap feel.
Shen Qingzhu placed the flyer on the table and smoothed it out. The words "Black Indus Club" were written in blue-purple strokes on the top of the flyer. There were four men standing directly below the words.
The two men in the middle take up nearly half of the flyer. The one on the left is wearing a blue-gray floral yukata. Under the loose collar, his well-proportioned collarbones set off a perfect body line. He is slender yet powerful.
, with a handsome face and eyes as cold and deep as long knives in the rain.
The man on the right is wearing a black and red floral yukata, holding a red umbrella. Under the messy and casual black hair, a handsome face is looking indifferently ahead, looking down on all living beings like a king.
"hiss!!!"
The moment they saw this face, everyone present except Shen Qingzhu took a deep breath!
Shen Qingzhu was not surprised by this. After all, he had been to Black Wutong many times in person, and he was even lucky enough to receive the "joint service" from the two men on the flyer in the small room of the assassination team.
"Is this Qiye!?" Baili Pangpang said in disbelief, "He, he...he really went to be a cowherd?"
Cao Yuan stared at Lin Qiye's photo on the flyer and couldn't help but swallow.
"Don't tell me...this outfit looks pretty good."
"Bring it back to me and make a copy later." An Qingyu said seriously, "I want to frame it."
Jialan stared at the handsome figure on the flyer. When he heard these words, he stood up suddenly, grabbed the flyer and held it in his arms. He shook his head resolutely and said:
"No! I can only keep this thing!"
"Sister Lan, don't be so stingy!" Baili Pangpang stood up with a smile, "Of course we should share this kind of thing together."
"Yeah, show us again, we haven't finished it yet..."
After everyone's strong persuasion, Jialan reluctantly put the leaflet back on the table.
On the flyer, in addition to the two Cowherds who debuted in the C position in the center, in a small area behind them, there is a handsome guy with blond hair wearing a white and yellow floral yukata, standing behind the two of them with a smile.
"This is quite handsome, but compared with Qiye and the other guy, it's still a bit inferior." Baili Pangpang began to taste it seriously.
Suddenly, he seemed to have discovered something.
He stretched out his hand and pointed above the three of them. The middle-aged man who held the three of them with open arms and a smile asked doubtfully: "Where is this uncle? Who is he? Is he also a cowherd?"
"yes."
This time, it was An Qingyu who spoke.
He was silent for a moment and then added, "This is the number one cowherd in Japan, Kyosuke."