"Brother Mo Fan, brother Shen Ming, is he really okay?"
"It's okay, live well."
Ye Xinxia kept asking questions, and Mo Fan's ears were almost hearing cocoons these days.
After the battle in Northern Xinjiang, Mo Fan also suffered a lot of injuries. Forcibly burning the demon's blood to activate the demon system caused great harm to his body, so he went directly to the Parthenon to recuperate.
No matter what kind of relationship you had with the Parthenon before? After all, this place is the best sanatorium in the world, and you don’t have to pay, so why not?
Shen Ming was originally going to come with Mo Fan, but Shen Ming was delayed because he had to deal with some matters personally.
Mo Fan didn't dare to tell Ye Xinxia about Shen Ming's current situation. Shen Ming had to talk about this kind of thing himself.
"The people of the Black Church are too vicious, and this Leng Jue is even more hateful than Salan. The undead are no less terrifying than those. I didn't think so before, but now it seems...human beings may appear glamorous on the surface, but in fact they may not be the same.
Survive.”
Astraea held her jade cheek in her little hand, thinking quietly.
"Yes... our understanding of this world is still too shallow.
I have a bold idea. Akiko may know a lot. His experience is incredible. Maybe no one except himself knows how many secrets he has seen and how many terrifying existences he has come into contact with!
This may be the reason why he cannot be proud. Only when you have seen the mountains do you realize how small the slopes are."
Mo Fan also sighed with emotion. In the past, he always joked that Shen Ming was a troublemaker and had a bad constitution. Now it seems that is not the case... It's just that Shen Ming sees the world more realistically and understands it more thoroughly than they do.
"That guy seems to know everything. He has been involved in almost every major event that has happened in the world over the years. It's really strange... He is indeed the man I like!" Astraea wrinkled Qiong
Nose, he said with a little pride.
"Never……"
When Ye Xinxia heard this, her little head shook like a rattle.
"It's useless to say no. Shen Ming is destined to be extraordinary. I think he was born to change the world. To save these ordinary people from disasters that they cannot resist!
What was invisible before is now so clear! Our situation is not as safe as we thought!”
Astraea expressed her thoughts very frankly. After staying with Shen Ming for a long time and experiencing some incomprehensible things, she felt more and more that the world was different from what she thought.
Mo Fan chuckled lightly, shook his head, put his hands behind his head, lay on the chair, and said meaningfully: "You don't know him, Xinxia will never interfere in Mingzi's affairs, and will always support him.
When she said she didn't want it, it meant that Akiko didn't want it either.
Akiko may reject the current life more than anyone else, but what he still does... is because of enough love! He loves the beauty around him, so he must do everything he can to protect it!
Akiko's thoughts are very simple. I have never seen him compete with others for anything...resources, power status? Or wealth, women?
For most people, isn't that what becoming stronger is all about? Becoming a master, enjoying flowers and applause, and also gaining power and wealth. This is simply the pinnacle of life... But some people don't think so. Maybe in the future you will
Understand."
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"Duanmu... I don't want to embarrass you, so I took on this matter alone. Just say that I forced my way in and killed Leng Jue."
Shen Ming's tone was quite firm, and he looked straight at Duanmu Fang, who was sitting in the office chair and looking increasingly arrogant.
At this time, Duanmu Fang looked at Shen Ming, who had white hair in front of him, and for a moment he suspected that he had seen it wrong. Was it dyed?
No! Although Shen Ming's face didn't change much, his body exuded a faint aura of aging. This shouldn't be the aura that a young man should have.
"Brother Shen Ming, can you tell me what happened? Were you also involved in the Northern Xinjiang incident?"
Duanmu Fang's expression was solemn. He had received news about what happened in Northern Xinjiang early in the morning. Regarding the two strong aids from our side that appeared on the battlefield, one was no longer needed by Mo Fan to verify. The other had never been close from the beginning to the end.
No one knows about Zhenbeiguan, but judging from the characteristics of the battle, there is no doubt that the person is Shen Ming.
"I don't want to say anything else. I just want Leng Jue to die. I know the people from the Five Continents Magician Association are going to take him away, but I don't care about that! I just want him to die. He should have died in the war to atone for his sins!"
Shen Ming's tone was murderous, without the slightest hint of concealment, making the temperature in his room feel a little cold.
Duanmu Fang was hesitant. This was the first time he saw Shen Ming like this. His eyes were so determined and wanted to kill someone, which made people feel scared!
"Brother Shen Ming, Leng Jue's status in the Black Church is extraordinary. He is the only one who has met the Pope. Maybe this time he can follow suit and wipe out this evil organization. He cannot die yet."
Duanmu Fang expressed that he was very embarrassed. As a member of the Tribunal, he had always tried to kill the Black Vatican, but it was a pity that Leng Jue was killed because of his special status.
"If I tell you who the Pope is, can I kill him?"
Shen Ming replied calmly.
"What! Brother Shen Ming, are you sure!"
Duanmu Fang's eyes widened, expressing his disbelief. Shen Ming knew who the Pope of the Black Church was? This was no joke.
"The contemporary mother of the Parthenon, Parmis!"
"impossible!"
When Duanmu Fang heard this Ming Zi, he almost jumped up with excitement. If his expression just now was one of surprise, then now he was one of panic.
To say that the contemporary mother of the Parthenon is the Pope of the Black Church is as unbelievable as to say that the Temple of Liberty is a terrorist organization.
"It's your business whether you believe it or not. The reason why I say hello to you is because I don't want to accidentally hurt you. As for the people from the Five Continents Magic Association, if they stop me, I won't hold back. If I want to kill someone, no one can stop me.
I will kill him!"
After Shen Ming said this, he didn't want to stay any longer. The two of them had different positions. If he were asked to stand in Duanmu Fang's perspective, he would never agree to what he did.
The overall situation is the most important thing. There is nothing wrong with Duanmu Fang's idea, but Shen Ming, you also don't think you have done anything wrong? Killing for life is a matter of course!
Leng Jue has killed so many people, he must die!
Shen Ming couldn't wait for him to die in the Alps, he wanted him to die now. The living of such a person is an insult to those who have died!
Duanmu Fang looked at Shen Ming who had already made up his mind. What else wanted to say? But what he wanted to say was stuck in his throat and he never said it out.
Shen Ming seems to be a very kind person who doesn't make things difficult for others. But what does this guy do that is not decisive? As long as he makes a decision, it may be useless for anyone else except him to give up.
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On the road leading to the airport, 17 extended-length Lincolns surrounded the prison vehicle in the middle.
Leng Jue, who was sitting in the prison car, was not panicking at the moment, with a gloomy face. This blow was quite a big blow to him. The feast of the undead, which he had planned for so long, fell short in the end!
How does the proud Leng Jue accept this? It is simply worse than death!
"As long as I don't die, I will make you pay the price! Shen Ming, Mo Fan... you must live well!"
A strange and perverted smile appeared on Leng Jue's face. Even though he was now a prisoner, he was still extremely confident in his heart.
As a person who has seen the true face of the Pope, Leng Jue has a good understanding of his own value. Both the people from the Five Continents Magic Association and the Pope... are all keeping a close eye on him.
This feeling is very good. This feeling of being the center makes Leng Jue enjoy it very much! He is the one playing chess. Even the Pope has to compromise with him in another form!
"I live a good life. I am better than you now and I will be better than you in the future! Because... your first half of life was too bad, and you will never have the second half of your life!"
Just when Leng Jue was lusting after himself, a cold voice made him tremble all over.
In the originally empty prison car, someone appeared at some point, sitting next to him, looking at him with a faint smile on his face.
Leng Jue seemed to have seen a ghost, looking at Shen Ming in disbelief as he suddenly appeared in front of him.
What does this guy want to do?
Although he really didn't want to be embarrassed, out of the most instinctive fear in his heart, Leng Jue's body couldn't help but lean towards the corner and huddle there.
No one is more familiar with Shen Ming's eyes at this moment than Leng Jue. He has killed many people and knows very well that this is a murderous look!
"How do you want to die? There are still many things, about an hour... If you can't think of it, I can help you think about it. I don't like to torture people, even those who deserve to die. I will make an exception today... I want to see
Watch you die in pain!
Don’t worry...I won’t let go of your soul! The Dark King likes the soul of someone like you very much, but if I keep an eye on it, he can’t take it away!”
Shen Ming spoke the most vicious words in the world in an understatement, and with the harmless smile on his face, he seemed to be the most evil devil in the world!