Hei Yu walked in the lanes of the urban village, looking at his mobile phone as he walked, and the smile on his face matched the slight light of the mobile phone, which looked particularly weird.

Occasionally, a few fast food delivery guys rode up to them on electric cars, and they almost stumbled and fell when they saw Black Feather's smile.

After that, they all cursed at Black Feather.

Black Feather didn't bother either.

What he held in his hand was the folding screen mobile phone that Zhong Kui gave him.

Just now he was tinkering with this mobile phone, and found that there was an APP called "Na Jie" in the mobile phone, and the book "Thousand Miles of Moving Techniques" was put into his mobile phone and turned into an e-book.

What surprised him the most was that there were also some gems and swords in this ring.

Hei Yu clicked the sword, the sword was in his hand, and after clicking on the storage, the sword returned to the phone.

This scene was like magic, and at the same time, it also made the man who quietly followed him look straight.

Black Feather was immersed in joy, but he didn't know that the people who followed him had a bad heart towards him.

Walking and walking, I walked into a dead end.

Turning around to leave, the man behind him suddenly approached, the cold blade was still unsheathed, and in the next second, a silent sharp blade pierced Black Feather's heart, and at the same time covered Black Feather's mouth to prevent him from screaming.

The action is done in one go and is clean.

A smile appeared on the man's face, and he reached for the folding screen phone in Hei Yu's hand.

A cold hand tapped the man's shoulder.

Puff~

The man was slapped so weak that he actually knelt down.

"Name. The speaker commanded the man in a stern voice, and the domineering aura revealed in his voice made it difficult for the man to breathe after listening to it.

But men have been trained with hardships that ordinary people cannot imagine, and it is impossible to be so easily convinced.

He was very confident in himself, and his willpower was very firm to stabilize his fluctuating emotions.

"It doesn't matter if the mission fails, you are the elite we have cultivated. Even if you die, we Blood Demon Clan have a way to regenerate you, but if you give us information, your fate will only be a hundred times worse than death. "It was the voice of a well-known actress who spoke, and it was so angry that it didn't match the cruel words she uttered.

The man glanced up at the woman, only to see a long-haired and big-eyed beauty wearing a women's group skirt, looking at him with pitiful eyes at the moment.

This actress is the popular singing and dancing actress Bai Yishazhi, she is like a blooming hollow valley orchid, naturally revealing a cold and glamorous temperament that does not stick to the fireworks in the world, which is incompatible with this dilapidated factory with waste machinery.

Bai Yisazhi's dancing and singing skills are very good, she is a special existence in Yamato, she has captured the hearts of three generations of old, middle-aged and young people in Yamato Country as soon as she debuted, no one knows how she did it, everyone's love for her is so fanatical, and it is so consistent.

Bai Yishazhi, who was standing in front of the man at this moment, looked much more beautiful than what he saw on TV, and the man's heart was rippling.

The man didn't expect that this memory of his would be looked through, this was the last link in the Blood Demon Clan's training camp - the award link, which was the highest honor that only the most ruthless people could get.

In order to get to this point, he even pushed two friends who were traveling with him into the Earthfire Purgatory.

"Name. Bai Yishazhi asked in a delicate voice.

This was the memory of that time, and he couldn't change it, and he couldn't stop himself in his memory.

"The Iraqi people planted trees. The man said his name.

As soon as he finished speaking, the image in front of him disappeared.

He was still kneeling in the alleyways of the urban village in the state capital, and a faint claw wrapped in black gas slapped his head. My heart is empty, and I feel a little uneasy.

The hand on his head was removed, and the next moment, he sat in a taxi with a blank expression.

"Awake?" the driver asked in a low voice, his voice somewhat familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had heard it.

The man looked at the landscape outside the window, the small bridge flowing, and the people who came and went were smiling and greeting.

Ito Ueki recognized one of them, it was Azusa Kitaro who had pushed down the Earthfire Purgatory by himself.

Azusa Kitaro glanced at him.

"Plant trees!" Azusa Taro called out to him enthusiastically.

"Taro. He responded.

Azusa Taro opened the car door and pulled Ito to get out of the car.

"Planting trees, why did you come back at this time, did you know that our village was about to be demolished, so you came back to take a look?"

"Hmm. He nodded, not knowing what to say.

He didn't think much of what had happened before, but he still had a slight impression of how he had pushed Azusa Taro and another friend from the same village into the Earthfire Purgatory.

He took another look at the scenery of this place, and it was really what his hometown looked like.

That's impossible!

This place was razed to the ground ten years ago and built into a large commercial center, and looking at Azusa Taro next to him, that face is a little unnatural.

Yiren didn't particularly care about planting trees, this should be his own dream, and it wasn't the first time he had a lucid dream.

It's not the first time I've dreamed of Azusa Kitaro either.

This is a kind of psychological traumatic sequelae, although it is a bit shameless to say, I killed my friend, and I also caused psychological trauma.

But it is true that the Iraqi people planted trees for a long time and their conscience was reproached.

The two of them stood on the small bridge, leaning against the guardrail of the bridge, looking at the fish swimming in the river, and their hearts were a little calm.

"Taro, I'm sorry. Ito Zhishu suddenly spoke, his eyes full of guilt.

"Fool. Azusa Kitaro smiled and patted him on the shoulder.

Suddenly, Ito felt something tugging on his shoulder, and after a while.

Bang~

The thing was ripped off.

He couldn't tell what was going on, but Azusa Taro was still looking at him kindly, and the two of them had always liked to watch the fish below on the bridge like this.

It's as if time has stood still.

……

late at night

Inside a laneway in an urban village.

The houses on both sides had long been empty and overgrown with weeds.

No one usually comes to this place, Hei Yu once heard Uncle Liu say that there was a murder here more than ten years ago, so the families who lived in this alleyway moved away.

Black Feather deliberately chose to go this way, in order not to be seen, and the process of doing it himself.

At this moment, Black Feather was standing sweating profusely, holding a silver-white silk thread in his hand.

The thread was gleaming at the moment.

It's just dangerous!

If it weren't for the fact that the system reported in advance that there was danger behind him, they set up a smoke escape technique for him, and personified his image, so that Yiren Zhishu mistakenly thought that the person who was stabbed by the blade was Black Feather, and Black Feather would have a good chance of dying.

Not to mention finding an opportunity to pat each other on the shoulder and extract the other party's luck thread.

At this moment, Yiren Zhishu lying on the ground, like a broken toy, is lying on the ground, Yiren Zhishu is staring at the moment like a demon, and his eyeballs are rolling non-stop, which means that he is now in a fantasy world.

Black Feather knows some of his past experiences, pigs and dogs are not as good as beasts.

He assassinated a lot of top scientists in the Great Xia Kingdom and stole a lot of scientific and technological information, but this person never felt guilty, just guilty of killing countless bloodstained companions of the same killer organization.

This kind of person really deserves a thousand cuts.

"System, will he really automatically go to the police station and turn himself in later?"

[System: Yes]

[The host hurriedly swallows the silk thread of qi luck to obtain the results]

The system urged Black Feather to swallow this silk thread for the fifth time, but Black Feather couldn't swallow it for a long time.

Is this thing really edible?

Suddenly, his hand jerked up and swallowed the thread.

[System: Enforcement complete, despise the host for two seconds]