PS：…… It means that it will be squeezed out all night......

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Chapter 50: Zuo Buren

At the same time that You Lan and Long Zhaoxun shook hands, the side quest was also completed by twelve people.

"Side Quest: Across the Ocean.

Content: Across the ocean to the other side!

Quest completion reward: 1000 evolution points. A D-class side story. 300 reputation. ”

And You Lan accepted it in the name of [Weapon], so naturally, the 300 points of prestige were to be added to [Weapon]. This organization has such a large ability to cross the ocean in a single military plane. Such a name will definitely spread on both humans and demons.

"On behalf of the Terran Alliance, I welcome you."

Long Zhaoxun could feel the strength of the twelve people in front of him from the deepest part of their souls, a kind of strength that was different from all the creatures in the world. In front of them, there must be a group of more powerful Inhumans. Inhuman is the name of the human alliance for the reincarnation. In the public script, the main god space will not help the reincarnator hide his identity. The feeling of being out of place in the world will be exposed. Coupled with such a large influx, the plot characters are not pigs, of course, they are a group of non-aborigines.

As for where it came from... They don't know. In other words, it is [not wanted to know the way].

For Long Zhaoxun's official words, You Lanbao gave a bright smile. Then, after dealing with some hospitality and some temptations, they were able to officially embark on the path of finding the Thirteen Apostles.

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Shanghai, China

A diminutive figure draped in a linen cloak weaved through the building, and behind him were several demons that wandered silently. They were attracted to the breath of the living, even though they knew that the humans who walked in this place would be extremely powerful. But it doesn't matter, they have just as great strength, and most importantly, they have desires that they can't control.

Isn't survival the life and death of the hunt?

The poisonous saliva is swallowed, and the demons are very patient. There are always times when the prey gets tired. But the hunters didn't.

They circled the city for a long time, and both hunters and prey walked at a steady pace. There is not the slightest confusion. Three breaths away put me perfectly in place. The ones in the back aren't mechanical demons, those who don't have intelligence. It's the demons from the shadowy interface of Hell. Stealth and sniping are their forte, their nature.

They are like shadows that melt when the sun shines on them, grasping for a moment of survival and seeking the meaning of existence in an instant.

The dwarf figure in the gray linen cloak was the thirteenth of this generation. Or rather... It's complicated. He is both the will of this body and the will of Thirteen. The most important thing is that there is still Aaron's will left in his body! As the protagonist of the plot world, it is the so-called biggest speed change. He is the most special. His fate and fortune are all on him.

So now the thirteenth often can't figure out who he is. Which of the Thirteen Apostles has been around since eternity? Or the Aryan of the twentieth century? Walker? Or is it the current Zuo Buren?

I don't know what to do.

But what he knew was that the other two wills in his body had already reached a consensus. We have to wait for a group of people, who are comrades-in-arms who have completed their mission. He is also his most hated enemy. The enemy who destroyed himself and took everything away at the most brilliant time!

"But before I can get in touch with them, I have to be stronger." Zuo Buren's left hand was as dry as a mummy, and a black cross was sunk deep in the back of his hand, pure and holy as a shadow.

The shadows that had fallen behind him for so long were the food for his holiness. In his previous life, he was too stupid and kind, bent on maintaining what bullshit friendship and heart. Those are useless. Useful, is to become stronger and stronger, kill the Millennium Earl, and fulfill the responsibility given to him by holiness.

Thirteen and Aron, who were reborn with remorse, gave birth to a combination of the negative emotions of the two people. Hatred. Paranoia, disdain for life, and the supremacy of fulfilling one's duties.

Although he lost the special ability of the male protagonist to be hopeful and Xiaoqiang to become Godzilla, it has to be said. He's really making a lot of progress. Devour demons, devour twisted souls. He is the hand of Daohua, much more powerful than Arlen's! There's a lot less luck involved. Every bit of strength is something he has come out of step by step. It was soaked in blood and sweat.

It was originally a small garden in a garden complex. But because of the demons, it has been abandoned for a long, long time. The flowers and plants have withered. Only the stumps and willows remained. The rubber flooring that carries children's toys on the floor is also in tatters. The rusty swings swayed gently in the breeze, crunching, harsh but regular.

Zuo Buren, who was born with enough talent for music. Listening to such a voice made him feel that the time had come. The number of shadow demons behind him has stabilized, and the seat he is standing in is empty enough. The feet are very steady, and all you have to deal with is the four sides and the sky. His Daohua hand has also evolved the ability to dispel the light of shadows and devour shadows. It's the perfect time to get them started.

Suddenly, Zuo Buren stood in the open. Along with the swing swayed was his rough linen cloak.

Gently pulled down the cap, revealing a handsome face. A pair of eyebrows are long but very shallow, but the lashes appear straight. A pair of phoenix eyes, the eyes are black and white, but they reveal an unpredictable evil nature. The thin lips pursed, highlighting the marks of the tiger's teeth, like a vampire preparing to kill, holding back his bloodthirsty desires before the battle.

Compared with the horror of the left hand, the left unkind right hand is particularly good-looking. White, with thin palms and slender fingers. The joints are not prominent, but have five perfect arcs.

"Greedy shadows, are you cowardly?"

The voice still carries the immaturity before the voice change, but the smell of blood that grew up in the fight is emanated. The definition of a cruel executioner is definitely not bad.

In the face of the provocation of their prey, the shadow demons revealed their bodies one after another. They are either squatting on the windows of dilapidated buildings, standing on the eaves of eaves, or clinging to the walls.

They were tall, short, fat, and thin, but what they were the same was that they all wore expressionless white masks and were all pitch black. It feels like the Great Void in "Death" (Drifting Spirit).

In their eyes, Zuo Buren seemed to be struggling powerlessly.

"It doesn't matter if you're full of confidence."

"Still a dying struggle."

"It's a different plan."

"It's still a fight against the water."

"You'll be hunted by us eventually!"

"The soul is torn apart, devoured."

"It doesn't matter if you die."

"Or I'm going to die."

"Life will be instantaneous."

Shadow demons are one of the few demons that are "united" among the demons because their sense of "I" is weak. When they are together, their thoughts will influence each other, and so will their "personalities". Sometimes they even come together.

"No, you will be with me, forever!"

The hand of Daohua is radiant and radiant. (To be continued.) )