(I'm tired of a day.,Tomorrow I'll finally be able to code words well.,You'd better not let me send it out and read it.,It's the first draft that just sent.,I'll add more.) ）

"It's still a step late," the heroes who appeared at the door at some point were silent as they looked at the black hole that had finally disappeared. Only the spear-wielding hero fired a few shots at the enemy who was fighting the students in the distance.

Duanmu Feng walked towards a venue where eight million hundred could go, and when his eyes swept to Olmet, he found that Olmet had long been surrounded by steam, although the realization was covered, Duanmu Feng could still feel that Olmet had returned to his previous thin appearance.

"Is it already weak to this extent?" Duanmu Feng shook his head in disappointment - the new generation has not yet grown up, and as the previous generation, it is no longer able to hold on, it is conceivable that if it were not for his help this time, the whole incident would have developed into an extremely uncontrollable situation, and uncontrollable means disaster.

"Although there is no threat to say that the kind of person who is simply doing trouble for the sake of making trouble, if this kind of thing were to be done again, it would be like lighting a candle, although the candle would shine and illuminate the darkness, but after all, the candle would burn out, and the moment the candle went out, it was the beginning of chaos."

Duanmu Feng exhaled, his eyes gradually becoming firm, "Then let me take over and suppress the darkness." ”

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In an ordinary residential house, a thin girl is trembling and wiping the knife in her hand

"I ······· I killed someone... How could it be... They're dead... Hahaha··· They're dead... Hahaha··· Woooooo ”

In the corner on the side, a wisp of green smoke was cut off, and a figure with vicissitudes of life slowly stood up and walked towards the girl

"How does it feel?" He asked dryly.

"Feeling... What does it feel like... Nope"

"He's dead... They're dead... Why ······"

"Shouldn't I be happy... Why can't I be happy at all..."

"Hahaha-"

"You tell me, why !!"

Tears slipped down her face, and those big moving eyes revealed the same confusion and helplessness as when they first met her.

Without a word, he took a picture frame from the table next to him and placed it in front of her.

"Because you have nothing left but this picture, the darkness will not make sense"

Looking at the happy family in the photo, the girl was stunned, "Then what should I do?" ”

"Don't you already have the answer?" The vicissitudes of life handed the knife that had been turned over and wiped shiny in front of the girl, "Whoever makes you lose, you will get it back from them, the darkness will not be reasonable." ”

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In an abandoned construction site, Podocla was carefully bandaging his wounds, and a sense of powerlessness came to his heart - since everyone made the decision to act separately, things have begun to become much more difficult, there is no person who coordinates the overall situation, there is no person in charge alone, there is no intelligence, it is completely hiding in the corner and fighting hard, although after a period of time, everyone began to cooperate spontaneously, and attracted a lot of new members, but the status quo is still not so optimistic, although that person is like a monument, But people forget, after all, just as people have forgotten what fear is in the past few years.

Doodoooooo –

Seeing that this was an unfamiliar number, he was going to hang up habitually, but for no reason, he pressed the connect button.

“————？” Listening to the silence on the phone, Potocla was about to hang up, but finally a voice came from the other side of the phone.

"Looks like you're still alive, Mr. Police." A voice that was familiar to him could no longer be familiar came from the other end of the phone.

Boom –

"I'm sorry, I'm back."

"Whew-whew-hmm-hmm-hmm-wow-wow-" A tough guy who hadn't cried in decades finally burst into tears. He's finally back!

For the darkness, the night was like Easter, and those who lurked around the corners got the news that they were destined to sleep tonight.

"He's back!"

"He's not dead!"

"I'll just say, how can someone as strong as him die."

"Ha, those guys' good days are finally over."

“······”

In the dim light, a tall figure wearing a black coat and carrying a crude cross came to the door of a bar in Xiongying.

"What do you want to drink, 'Flaming Red Lips' or 'Frozen Desert'?" The bartender at the bar frowned at the man in front of him

"Blood of the Demon King, thank you" Duanmu Feng didn't care about the envoy's gaze, and sat down in front of the bar.

"Brother, do you know that if you wear this kind of clothes to the bar, you will be beaten," looking at Duanmu Feng's outfit, the bartender smiled.

"Maybe" Duanmu Feng finally picked out the good wine and smiled inexplicably.

Half an hour later, Duanmu Feng wrapped his coat and left the bar without looking back.

Puff - Puff - Puff - Puff -

Like dumplings, the sound of falling to the ground was also heard in the room one after another.

"What are you going to do this time, Olmet."