Liu San stood in front of the mirror, his eyes flashed with crystal clear tears, he didn't expect that he was already a bad old man of seventy or eighty years old, but suddenly became a junior born about thirty years old, and his heart was not only excited, but also happy.

"Xiao Zhang, I can have today, all this is what you gave me, how can I thank you?" Liu San said very gratefully.

"Fate, this is all fate, you're welcome!" Zhang Yuyu touched his nose and said with a smile, for him, doing this for him is not for any reward, just to be happy, although he is not a real god or a great immortal, but at least he can be a king, he can go to the battlefield, kill 100,000 enemies, and kill more than 1,000 generals, which is definitely not an impossible task.

"Shang Xiang, where's the baby face?" Zhang Yuyu glanced inside the room and didn't see her appear, so he asked Liu Shangxiang.

"Finish breakfast and leave!" Liu Shangxiang replied.

"Didn't she say where she went?" Zhang Yu asked.

"No, but I asked, but she didn't answer, and I don't want to ask more." Liu Shangxiang turned to look outside the courtyard and said.

"It's good!" Zhang Yu nodded, and then sat down on a stone chair in the courtyard.

"Master, you shouldn't stay here, if you want to go on the path of cultivating the gods for a longer time, you have to leave here." The robe keeper suddenly said in Zhang Yu's ear.

"I thought the same thing, but I had to wait until the next morning." Zhang met and responded.

"I just wanted to tell you." Guarding the robe and the spiritual way.

Zhang Yuyu sat in the courtyard for a while.

Liu San went to pick watermelons in the melon field in the backyard.

Zhang Yuyu got up and went over to help.

……

Early the next morning, before dawn, Zhang Yuyu got up early, gently opened the door and left Liu Shangxiang's house, and left in a Land Rover to continue his journey of cultivating his gods.

Soon, Zhang Yuyu drove away from Bafeng Mountain and came to the road of Seven Star City, where the roadside was full of high-rise buildings.

"Someone's coming!" Zhang stopped the car because the road ahead was already surrounded by people.

"What's wrong!" Zhang Yu looked out of the car window and saw the crowd in a circle, looking at something.

"Someone was killed, someone was killed!" Someone talked about it.

"Who died?" Someone asked.

"The high ball was killed, and the murderer was a man wearing a mask!" Someone replied.

"Highball ......"

Zhang Yuyu was speechless, thinking: This high ball, it seems that I have heard it somewhere.

Soon, ten leading cars drove up, and out of the ten cars came hundreds of men in black suits.

"Check it out!" Zhang Yuyu opened the car door and got out of the car, and then walked towards the crowd of onlookers.

I saw that the hundred black-clothed people dispersed the crowd of onlookers out of a way, and there was a man lying on the floor, the man was wearing purple trousers, but his chest had been opened, and the hole was hollow, and his heart was no longer there, as if he had been killed by the murderer after the high ball, he opened an opening directly in front of his heart, and then took out the heart and took it away.

This kind of death is very miserable, it is estimated that there is some deep hatred, otherwise the murderer would not have done such a ruthless hand, and he cut out his heart when he died.

Ten men in black suits slammed into the car, lifted the body of the highball, and then opened the door of the carowe and put it in the back seat.

(End of chapter)