Jiu'er.

Wang Qing.

Xiao Ling stood in the office and looked worriedly at Lin Fei who was sitting in a leather chair. He was holding a small women's mobile phone in his hand, and the screen was playing the scene of Lin Fei talking to herself recorded by Xiaoling.

"Who the hell are you!!" Lin Fei in the mobile phone first stood up from the leather chair where he was lying, and then shouted softly to his side.

"Get out!"

Lin Fei never imagined that she would have such a weak day. He replayed the footage from his phone over and over again. The gaze is calm.

"President, I didn't mean to shoot you," Xiao Ling said nervously.

Lin Fei raised his head and looked at her. An intense headache kept attacking his brain. But now he's used to it. Without Jiu'er, without Wang Qing, everything is his illusion.

"President? What happened to you? Suddenly, Jiu'er's familiar voice came from behind him.

Lin Fei suddenly turned around.

Under the sun, the curtains are gently lifted in the wind.

Nothing.

He turned it around again, like a taut string.

"Your phone. I've been feeling unwell lately, so you can ask Lu Jun to help with the affairs of the club. ”

"Okay." Xiao Ling took back her mobile phone, looked at Lin Fei worriedly, hesitated, and seemed to want to say something, but in the end she didn't speak, so she left the room cautiously.

Lin Fei sat alone in a leather chair, holding his eyes with his hands.

"No wonder as long as you are with them, you don't have a headache, only when you resist the illusion, you will have a headache."

Lin Fei muttered.

Suddenly, there was a sharp knock on the door.

"Come in!"

"President! The Sith has appeared!! ”

"What location?"

"The first gas station on Tachibana Avenue!!"

Lin Fei immediately picked up the landline.

"Is the guy up there?"

"On the way!" The intelligence officer on the other end of the phone replied in a deep voice.

"How long will it be?"

"At least an hour!"

Lin Fei was silent.

With his current strength, facing the C-level peak Sith, although there is no chance of winning, he should be able to maintain an undefeated situation. The speed of the third type can be touched in an instant at all positions within more than 20 meters.

*************

Dongsheng gas station

The weather was overcast and the whole sky was gray. Temperatures are starting to cool down in November. The cold wind blew, and the dry and fallen leaves on the ground scraped against the concrete floor, making a grinding sound.

A silver-white Mercedes-Benz sedan slowly stopped next to the gas station, refueling.

The two refueling staff carefully removed the fuel gun from the Mercedes-Benz's fuel tank and then screwed the cap.

A man who looks like a prince in a fairy tale lowers the window. Starting the car, it slowly moved.

In front of his right-hand window, there is a brief document. A colorful avatar on the top is clearly visible.

There is a line of small print printed on the underside of the avatar.

"Lin Fei, recent record: C-rank beginner Andrew who went to Huaguo was killed by him. The ability core disappears. ”

"In other words, the specific combat power is around the C level." A slight smile tugged at the corner of the man's mouth.

"I'm not going to make a move." In the back seat of Mercedes-Benz, a man with shoulder-length white hair sits quietly, his face is covered with a black mask, and his black trench coat seems to melt into the darkness anytime and anywhere.

"Since it was a request from Angel that the man had exchanged his life. I'm going to do it. ”

"If you don't want to attract high songs, you can make as much trouble as you want." The masked man whispered.

The man driving laughed and did not reply.

*************

"Please, Elder Zhao." Lin Fei took the microphone and said solemnly.

"No problem, but are you sure you want to lead them away alone?"

"It's okay, the Sith is here for me alone. I have to stand up and pester him, or everything I have will become his target. ”

"He won't make too much of a fuss, and we at Shueisha also have our high-end force. The last time the incident of the instant flame had already made the above very dissatisfied. Actually, you just have to hide for a while and wait until our people come. Zhao Lao persuaded on the phone.

"It's useless, he doesn't need to know where I am, he just needs to keep my parents under control, I can't do anything else. Someone had to hold him back for an hour. Lin Fei replied calmly. The depression in his heart has seriously affected his physical state. Last night's sudden awakening also took a great toll on the body.

After hanging up the phone, Lin Fei gently lay on the desk, and the cold desktop constantly irritated the skin on his forehead.

"The car is arranged." Xiao Ling hurriedly pushed the door in.

"Let's go." Lin Fei raised his head, and in a trance he seemed to hear a faint cry again, which was Jiu'er's. He knows. Yan Shi's mark gave him an inexplicable sense of familiarity, allowing him to easily recognize Jiu'er's voice.

Hold the ring tightly in your hand, and the long hair on your forehead covers your eyes.

"Why did you draw your sword?" Suddenly, he remembered what Li Minghui had said to him.

"To live." He replied. In my heart, of course.

"To live." Lin Fei whispered. But the real truth in my heart is blurred. He knew that this was not his final answer.

Xiao Ling stood by the door, looking at him worriedly, she knew that Lin Fei had been in a very bad state recently. It seems to be sick.

Lin Fei slowly walked past her with a sword in his hand, and suddenly the crying in his ears became louder and louder. Lin Fei almost felt like her entire brain was crying with a creep.

"Is anyone crying?" He stopped and asked. He really couldn't tell what was an illusion and what was real.

"Nope. Now it's just you and me in the whole headquarters. Xiao Ling shook her head, and the worry in her eyes became even stronger.

Lin Fei nodded. Suo no longer paid attention to the crying.

**************

The officer in charge of intelligence and liaison sent a message to the Sith, and the two sides agreed on a location. Neither side wants to make too much of a fuss.

The West Hill Forest Farm, under the sloping forest, is a row of yellow-green hay meadows, which stretch directly from one side of the road to the small river a few miles away. The initiative was in the hands of the Sith, so he came here early. The silver-gray Mercedes stopped on the side of the road, Sith leaned against the door, quietly lit a cigarette, and the man in the mask was still sitting in the car. Silent. There was also a burly red-haired man in a black vest standing to the side.

In the distance, there was a faint sound of car engines, and a black Audi was driving in this direction. Lin Fei turned his face sideways and looked out the window. The sword ring rested flat on his lap. Xiao Ling drove silently without saying a word.

Lin Fei suddenly turned his head, and Jiu'er sat beside him, snuggling him tightly. The familiar aroma and milky skin calmed his mind like a tranquilizer.

"Why are you laughing in front of my eyes and crying in my ears?" Lin Fei whispered.

Jiu'er said softly: "Maybe it's because I'm not the real Yan Jiu." ”

"President?"

Lin Fei suddenly came back to his senses. It was empty, and only the slightest hint of aroma remained in the air.

"Arrived?" He looked out the window. On the grass not far away, a blonde man with a dazzling sun god leaned against the side of a Mercedes-Benz, wearing a silver-gray suit and a black tie, as if he was not here to make an appointment, but to attend a large company meeting.

Looking at it from a distance, the other party seemed to be aware of it, and suddenly turned his face, nearly a hundred meters apart, and the eyes of the two instantly met.

The true power in Lin Fei's body suddenly began to flow rapidly. Suddenly, Jiu'er's face obscured his vision.

"You're going to die." Jiu'er said softly.

Lin Fei was silent, got up and opened the car door: "I won't die." He said lightly.

"You're going to die." Wang Qing's voice suddenly came from behind him.

Lin Fei looked back, Jiu'er was standing beside Wang Qing, and both of them were looking at him calmly.

"You're going to die." They said in unison. The sound kept echoing.

Even if he closed his eyes, Lin Fei could hear the crying, and the words were constantly echoing.

"Xiaoling, you go back first."

"Okay." Xiao Ling didn't say anything. She knew she wouldn't be able to stay even longer.