In the middle of the night in London, deep and quiet, tall and simple buildings stand quietly in the dark, like a frozen picture, in stark contrast to the bustling nightlife of the magic city.

On the deserted street, there were almost no people, and occasionally a few figures appeared, also drunk young men, stumbling and staggering, squinting their eyes while trying to distinguish the way home while fighting the high concentration of alcohol in their bodies.

Deep in the alleys of London, on a street about 100 meters and extremely empty.

"It's strange, this road tonight, why, uh, so long."

This is a young man with blue eyes and curly blond hair, tall and handsome, if it were in the daytime, it can almost be said that the standard sunset gentleman of the country does not set.

But now, this person is drunk, his eyes are drunk, he burps from time to time, and his walk is even more crooked, as if he may not be able to resist the drunkenness in his body at any time, and he falls to the ground and falls into a deep sleep.

"So, what's that?"

The next moment, the young man's drunkenness instantly disappeared, and his eyes widened in surprise as he looked towards the end of the street.

There, a figure far deeper than the night, silent, but rushing towards it at a speed beyond the comprehension of the world.

Sou!

In the blink of an eye, this high-speed moving figure had already passed by the young man of the country where the sun never sets, startling a low whistling night wind, which blew the latter's cheeks painfully.

"Gone, gone!"

The young gentleman's eyes widened in horror, and he turned his head to look at the street behind him, and all he saw was the large leaves blown off by the night wind, and the black figure moving at high speed had disappeared.

"Oh God, what have I encountered!"

The man's lips trembled, knowing that the street he was on was a hundred meters long, but this figure ran from one end of the street to the other in the blink of an eye, and it was conservatively estimated that the speed of this figure could reach a hundred meters per second, at least.

But the fastest running speed of human beings is only ten meters per second, and some scientists even deduce that this value is the limit that human calves can bear.

But this mysterious figure, the speed is so fast, breaking common sense, and also breaking the limit of what the human body can bear, how can such a scene not make the young man who never sets the sun feel deeply frightened and shocked?

"Lord, I call to you, let these unclean things go away!"

For a while, the young gentleman was wiping his sweat profusely and praying repeatedly, and his drunken and hazy brain instantly sobered up for the most part, and his mind subconsciously remembered some legends about vampires and werewolves.

"That's not right! In this world, there are no werewolves, vampires, and whiskey drunk too much, it is really easy to make people hallucinate! ”

But then, as he gradually woke up, the young man finally recovered from the shock he had just had, and the young gentleman, who had been deeply influenced by modern society, shook his head with a smile, thinking that what had just happened was nothing more than an illusion caused by his drunkenness.

Now is the era of rapid technological development, what vampires, witches, werewolves, have long been scientifically proven, do not exist in this world, the young gentleman has every reason to believe that what has just happened is just a hallucination caused by excessive alcoholism.

But immediately, the scene that shocked this young gentleman of the country where the sun never sets reappeared.

Sou!

At the end of the street facing the young gentleman, a human figure appeared again, and at the first moment of appearance, it carried an endless wind, swept in front of the former like a bolt of lightning, and disappeared at the end of the street in the blink of an eye.

The speed is so fast that compared to the first figure, it is completely surpassed!

"Oh God!"

Seeing this scene, the poor gentleman of the country where the sun never set felt his heart pounding, and he only had time to let out a groan, and before he could react, he fell to the ground and fainted.

Main streets, alleys, bell towers, wooden bridges.

Under the moonlight, a black figure shuttled through the night London like a ghost, as fast as a wind, like a phantom, and quietly flashed from one region to another.

However, behind this black figure, there is also a figure that is extremely fast running, chasing, although the movement speed of the previous figure is fast, but the chasing speed of the rear figure is not slow, as time goes by, the distance between the two has a tendency to gradually shrink!

"Your strength is strong!"

Eventually, at the top of an incomparably old attic, the first black figure finally stopped running, and stood proudly in the moonlight, speaking indifferently, as he slowly lifted his long hat, revealing a face covered with horrible scars.

"Your strength is not weak!"

The second figure flashed in the darkness, and then stopped at the top of the attic, a few meters away from the former, hastily bleached white hair, jeans full of holes, and a calm face, it was undoubtedly Gu Qingyan.

After careful calculation, Gu Qingyan had been chasing Borges for a whole hour in the streets and alleys of London late at night.

Obviously, the reason why Borges did this was not only because of the consideration of avoiding the Dark Council patrol team, but also because of this method, he was testing Gu Qingyan's strength.

"Well, now you can tell me the whereabouts of my friend, right?"

Gu Qingyan was calm, in fact, not only the way the two were chasing, but as early as the first time Borges appeared at the Nightingale Bar, the latter had already taken action against Gu Qingyan.

It's just that at that time, Gu Qingyan had the mentality of watching a play, and he didn't attack immediately, but just secretly made a move to eliminate Borges's offensive methods and turn them invisible.

After that, Borges slaughtered the blood clan in the nightingale's bar, and when he chatted with Gu Qingyan seemingly casually, he also attacked the latter.

At that time, the hundreds of poisonous shadow snakes that Gu Qingyan was sitting in the corner, and the black hell demon fire that lit his cigarette butts came from this.

However, after being attacked by Borges's tentative attack, Gu Qingyan immediately launched a counterattack with a powerful sword qi, which smashed the hard stone wall of several people in the Nightingale Bar.

Along the way, Gu Qingyan has fought Borges three times. In the three meetings, the two were almost evenly matched, except for the last time, Borges was slightly at a disadvantage.

However, Gu Qingyan knew that this was just Borges's tentative move, if the two of them went all out, life and death, Gu Qingyan didn't dare to guarantee that he would have the last laugh.

The reason why this is so is not that Borges is strong enough, but that he gave Gu Qingyan a dangerous message similar to Bai Junyi, but Gu Qingyan can't say where the two are similar.