"How's it going?" A handsome man in a straight suit sat at the desk, he looked very young, but he looked very mature because of his dress.

He was playing with a puppet in his hand, which was dressed in tattered clothes and lacked a smile on his face.

He was pulling out a bottle of blue potion and forcing the puppet to drink it. But the puppet was like a dead man, completely silent.

"Hey, it's done. That Ouyang Nian had now entered his body in this world. It wouldn't be long before Ouyang Nian's mana would be halved as long as their souls fused, and the further he went, his mana would weaken.

Hehe, then you can have one less trouble. A beautiful man with a casual ponytail and a curtain covering his eyebrows was responding to him.

"Well done, I have to praise you for your efficiency. By the way, what's going on over there at Hades? The man who was called He put down the puppet in his hand, picked up the landline at hand, and made a phone call.

After a while, I saw a female secretary in a sexy dress walking in from the outside after knocking on the door twice.

She brought in a cup of freshly brewed coffee with a wafting aroma, and then placed it in front of the man who was called the ghost king.

"Boss, you want coffee." After the beautiful female secretary finished speaking, she squirmed and swayed out again. I casually closed the door again.

"There is no suspicion on the Hades side, don't worry, he won't notice it." The beautiful man whispered to him, and then mysteriously approached him.

"He, the woman you sent seems to be very useless. She could have gotten rid of the leaves. But it seems that she can't do it? The beautiful man touched his pointed chin with a look of disdain.

"She? Hmph, she can't protect herself. How could I possibly take advantage of her again? You'd better get her back sooner. Let her be reincarnated.

The most important thing now is to get rid of those few people for me. The world will be ours in the future. Isn't that right, Moro? The man laughed maniacally. Then drink the coffee at hand.

Turn back the clock to the day when a few people fell out of the temporal vortex.

The night is dark and the wind is high, and the stars are scarce. But the streets are bright and brightly lit.

A handsome man walks and swings from side to side.

He had just come out of the nightclub and glanced at his car. With trembling hands, he took out the car keys and pressed them, and the lights came on.

He sat in the car and turned on the most familiar psychedelic electronic music. Right. That's his favorite genre of music.

Perhaps music and alcohol can relieve the pressures of the world.

Although he was only a young man in his early twenties. But because of his father's sudden death. Naturally, he became the heir to the Hearst Corporation.

The expectations of his parents for him, the prejudices of the patriarchs about him. The pressure brought by public opinion made He, who was young and should have played, breathless.

I still remember when his father grabbed his hand on his deathbed and told him word by word that he must manage the company well, he cried so much.

Except for the pain caused by Dad's departure. And that heavy baggage. Hyuk's mother was a housewife. He didn't know anything about management, and only his diploma from a prestigious university supported him.

A tear fell from the corner of his eye, accompanied by the psychedelic electronic music. It made him cry more and more, but he couldn't keep himself from making a sound, but he trembled a little.

Just now, inside the bar. When he drank too much and danced with other beautiful women, his girlfriend came up to him and slapped him in the face. Then after scolding him for being shameless, he walked away.

He staggered and chased after him. But the girlfriend is long gone.

Why should everyone in the world be against themselves? What did you do wrong? He kept thinking and tried to think, but the more he thought about it, the more confused he became, and he couldn't think of an answer.

Simply, he started the car and drove towards the famous scenic spot in City A.

The scenic area has long been closed, but he wants to climb the mountains and blow the wind to wake himself up. Maybe standing on a high place is the same as the situation I am in now. Maybe that will find out.

He climbed through the electric gate and walked onto the winding road. It's quiet in the mountains, it's windy, and it's a lot cooler than indoors.

Luckily, he has a wind-resistant suit.

It is the highest mountain in the city and is beautiful during the day. And in order to promote tourism, there are even street lights at the winding mountain road.

Of course, there are also several accommodation hotels in the scenic area. There are also temples.

It took him several hours to finally climb to the top of the mountain. There are also a few travelers behind him.

They were holding flashlights and preparing to pitch their tents at the top of the mountain to watch the sunrise.

There is a low fence on the top of the mountain, which was built for fear of danger to tourists. The wind was so strong that it ruffled the hairstyle of the Korean star he had done not long ago.

He admired his perseverance very much, obviously drank some foreign wine, and at the moment he could blow the mountain peak very soberly.

He felt so tired that he simply sat on the rock at the top of the mountain. The starry sky is very weak, there are very few. Only a full moon can be seen hanging in the sky.

This height is the height of oneself now. He looked into the distance, a sparkling light, and he could even see where his home was.

I've heard that shouting twice on the hill will reduce stress. He also wanted to try, he puffed up his lung capacity, and didn't shout or speak, but in exchange for two coughs and one vomit.

And when I wiped two handfuls of sweat on my cheeks. Suddenly, a bright spot appeared in the sky. Immediately after that, the bright spot gradually grew larger, and it looked like a bright star from a distance.

Originally, he thought it was a star, but what he didn't expect was that the star began to fall.

And the shape began to change, from a bright spot, to a circle, to a triangle, to a long sword.

He rubbed his eyes and stared intently, and after making sure he was right, he stood up. The sword was getting closer and closer to him, and even the blade of the sword was sparkling until it was stuck in the rock in front of him.

He couldn't believe his eyes, but it was exactly what it was. He was about to touch the sword, but something knocked him down.

He touched something furry and hurriedly pushed it aside.

When he stood firm, he saw a man lying there, and unlike the man, he had a pair of wings.

"Oh my God, is this an alien, and this sword is a flying machine?" He panicked, he tried to escape, but he was grabbed by the man lying on the ground by his ankle.

"You let go." Hyuk yelled at him.

"Hehe, hehehe." The winged man suddenly stood to his feet.

Taking advantage of the moonlight, Hehe saw the other party's appearance clearly.

He was very beautiful, he didn't look like a man at all, and he had an unknown energy in his body.

The black wings combined with his appearance and stature were like a ******. (To be continued.) )