"I require about my original feelings, Angel is dead, and now, the Lord has guided me to find a new existence once again." The Sith bowed his head and said inexplicable words. He slowly stood up and looked at Lin Fei at eye level.

"This is the Lord's guidance, and it is also Angel's final redemption for me."

A trace of sadness flashed in Lin Fei's eyes. Angel is the Sith's entire fantasy of perfection, not so much because the Sith has mental problems as it is because he was exposed to the weak Annie in the first place. Because of the other party's weakness, he couldn't suppress himself and ruined his fantasy of perfection. The tainted Angel is no longer his memory, and he spends a long time in despair and low self-esteem. Watch Angel grow old and eventually die. One Angel after another, and each time he re-selected a new Angel. Hundreds of years have passed like this. He kept looking for a substitute for hope in despair, and then watched hope turn into despair, struggling again and again in a cage that was only compiled. And so it went on for hundreds of years. D-level powerhouses have been able to live up to two hundred years, while C-level powerhouses have been able to reach four hundred years. Besides, the Sith is actually B-class.

Lin Fei drew his sword with his backhand, and the silver flashed.

"Whew!"

The Sith was cut with a bloody streak in his chest. He stood where he was.

"Since everything is destined, I am willing to accompany you forever."

Lin Fei's hand shook, and he almost didn't kill him directly. There was goosebumps on his body. Although he really wanted to kill him with a sword, the facts told him that according to the level difference between the two, even if the Sith was seriously injured, he would definitely not be able to kill him.

"I'll accompany you" Okay, he swallowed back the old mother behind him alive. This chill grew worse with the Sith's affectionate eyes.

Although I can understand the idea of this neurosis, it does not mean that I am also a neuropath.

"I can actually understand the thoughts of mental illness with normal human thinking, and it seems that my IQ is really high." Lin Fei said to herself. He would never admit that he was actually a little mentally ill

"Well, it looks like we should have a good talk, I said it at the beginning, we don't have to fight to the death." Lin Fei took a deep breath and said in a deep voice. According to the records, the Sith must have regarded himself as the spiritual sustenance of the new generation, as was the case with the previous practice. This happens every few decades. However, this is the first time that the Sith has encountered an extraordinary person.

"Do as you command." A gentle smile spread across the Sith's countenance. "Angel, whatever you ask, I will do my best to meet them."

"First of all, I'm not called Angel." Lin Fei took a deep breath again, Yan Shi used the memories in the depths of his soul to create hallucinations to affect himself, and this was just to solve the root cause, and a psychotic Sith came out. He felt as if he had suddenly reached Siberia, and his heart was trembling.

"And what's your name?" Sith asked gently.

Lin Fei had goosebumps again, and he just wanted to answer, but the corner of his eye suddenly swept into the water, his reflection, the slender figure with a delicate face that was almost like a woman's.

"My name is Yan Fei." He gently stroked his face. It's the code name for this face.

"Lord Yan Fei, I have some tips, if you are worried about that angelic face, maybe these tips can help you." It seems that any words will become extremely numb when they reach the mouth of the Sith.

Lin Fei had goosebumps again. He barely managed to squeeze out a smile.

"What are your skills?"

"Regarding disfigurement, it can be solved by using the control of potential. It can not only achieve the purpose of disfigurement, but also achieve the effect of ordinary exercise. The Sith replied respectfully.

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Three days later

The top floor of the Rainbow Hotel in Heichi

A young man with a barely handsome face sat in the president's office, thinking about something with his eyes closed. On the computer screen on the left, international news is playing.

A young man with a microphone stands in the center of the screen, a black ruin behind him, still billowing black smoke. There were constant foreigners coming and going, either on stretchers or in white coats. It seems that the scene is very busy.

A Chinese correspondent in London reported: At 5 a.m. on November 27, a huge explosion suddenly occurred in a church on the outskirts of London, killing 43 people on the spot, none of whom survived. The exact cause of the explosion is still under further investigation."

Then a bearded foreign policeman with a wide body and a fat body appears in the middle of the frame.

"We are investigating in detail the specific cause of this explosion, and it is tentatively determined that this major accident may have been caused by the storage of industrial explosives. Of course, it cannot be ruled out that terrorists are responsible. ”

"From the 27th to the present, no terrorist group has claimed responsibility for this. Our reporter Chen Sheng is reporting for you on the spot in London, England. Finally, the strong man ended the news.

Knock knock!

"Please come in." The man sitting in the leather office chair said loudly.

The door clicked open, and a tall middle-aged man, dressed in a white suit, walked in quickly. "Instantaneous flame is dead. And his sister Chris. The two died together. ”

"I'm watching."

"President, the people who really know your information, including me, there are a total of 4 people in the company." Middle-aged man softly vocal cords.

"You, Xiaoling, Zhao Lao, and Chen Chen? Yu Fei Anying, what about Fei Lao? ”

"They've only met you, but they don't have much information about your true family background. So it seems that there are many people who have seen you come forward as a member of the company, but there are very few people who really know your details, and we have arranged a new identity for you. Despise. The middle-aged man handed over a document in his hand.

The man took it. His photo is clearly printed on the document.

Here's a line of personal information.

Yan Fei, male, 21 years old

Both parents died, and he was raised by the swordsman Yan Fengyang at an early age. He has been practicing swordsmanship since he was a child, and he was killed in a sword competition, so he joined Shueisha. Successfully killed Sun Chengbin, a traitor from the Pingshi Branch, to assess the peak of the F-level grade. After repelling the Instant Flame, it is again rated as a D-grade peak. It is the key potential seed of the company.

Then here are some more delicate details, compared with his real situation, the man himself feels that this information looks much more real than the real situation. It's also much more reasonable.

"This is Lin Fei's personal information." The middle-aged man handed over another piece of information.

The photos on this information look somewhat similar to Yan Fei's avatar, but they are different in temperament and appearance, especially temperament, Lin Fei's avatar is a little wooden, and at first glance it belongs to the taciturn type. On Yan Fei's avatar, she is typically full of confidence, and her eyes are very aggressive. In terms of details, Lin Fei is much more ordinary than Yan Fei. There is a slight change in almost every part of the facial features.

"Perfect information."

"Of course, our purpose is to hide from the Tower of the Night on the religious side, and as for the Temple of the Gods, heretics have a good chance of hiding it if they haven't collected your information before," the middle-aged man didn't finish. But the meaning is obvious.

"I know that heretics and the temple of gods naturally don't value things at this level. It seems that I have a lot of potential, but having potential does not mean having strength, and there are too many geniuses who die halfway. But I'm curious, how many Celestial Talents like me are there in the Heresy and the Temple of the Gods every year? ”

"In proportion, there should be hundreds of people. After all, it's an organization that spans the world. They all have their own set of congestion mechanisms, and not all of them are replenished from the outside. It seems to be a family system, a pure-blood family system. ”

"That's how inconspicuous I am." The young man said softly.

"It can't be said that in the world, there are only a few thousand people at your level every year, after all, reaching the D level can extend your lifespan to two hundred years. It's not that simple. ”

"Okay, that's all for you, and that's all up to you. I'm going to take the college entrance examination, and the time is very tight, so I may not be here recently. The young man, or boy, stood up.