The road in front of the manor is deep and long.

Several reporters chased after him with cameras, trotting all the way, but they couldn't catch up with Orion, who was striding forward in front.

As soon as his hands were closed, the two cannons were already in his waist pockets.

Then, with his arms outstretched, the hooded trench coat was left on the road in front of the manor.

The gray trench coat, falling on the mottled mountain road, seems to represent some kind of determination.

Orion took off his trench coat, revealing the camouflage military uniform inside, as well as the bullet chains all over his body and the countless scars on his exposed skin.

Just looking at his back, a breath of iron and blood has already rushed to his face.

It was only behind Orion, feeling the alarming pressure he brings, that the reporters began to worry about how the estate would respond.

Suddenly, he stopped, and as soon as he raised his hands, two huge cannons appeared in his hands again.

Following the direction of Orion's line of sight, the reporters found that at the end of the road, next to the tree in front of the gate, there was another figure.

Dressed in a simple gray and white T-shirt and slacks, the appearance is clean and tidy, like a young man who has just left college that you and I see casually on the road.

Or the young man next door next to you, or a new colleague who just arrived in the office next door.

He didn't look like Orion's astonishing might or sharp eyes, and he didn't have a weapon in his hands, just standing there with his hands in his pockets.

It's like you're just waiting for a date.

The willow tops on the moon, people about after dusk.

But now, there is no moon, and there is no willow.

The wind blows from nowhere, and the leaves of late autumn fall and roll up the mountain road.

The young man looked up at the sparse branches, as if he was thinking about some philosophy of life, or just in a daze.

It seems that you can be in a daze for a long time.

Hearing a sound coming from the road, he turned his head, his gaze calm, as if he was not facing an enemy who had come to his door, but waiting for an old friend.

But in the face of such a teenager, Orion subconsciously clenched the weapon in his hand.

From the moment I walked into this mountain road, my eyes that had been calm finally had a trace of fluctuation.

Because, the young man he is facing is none other than him.

He is not far from Zhuang.

Under the sky, there is only one village not far away.

He may look like a stranger who will smile at you on the road, but he's definitely not just smiling.

Of course, there is only one Oreon in the world.

They may be the two strongest in the world.

But just by looking at the performance of two people, everyone can judge the superiority.

This...... Maybe it's a battle that doesn't have suspense.

Both men remained in their original positions, but the air seemed to condense.

A leaf between the two of them, having fallen downwards for a few seconds, was still shaking in place.

Some people are already so powerful that they can kill people just by virtue of their momentum.

But silence will always be broken.

This time it was Zhuang who broke the silence.

"Why?"

It was a simple three words, but it seemed to stop Orion.

A scar on the corner of his mouth trembled slightly.

It seems that his answer is more painful than this scar.

"I don't have a choice."

Zhuang was silent.

What did he want to say?

People always have a choice?

Don't have a choice because you don't want to?

No, he didn't say anything, he just nodded.

It seems, for him, this sentence is enough.

If the master makes a move, one student will die.

For them, it seems that the same is true of speaking.

Suddenly, Zhuang Buyuan's face flushed, he snorted suddenly, and then took out a handkerchief from his pocket.

The blood is bright red, like a cold plum blooming in the snow.

Zhuang Feiyuan's face turned pale, like all the colors were spit out by him just now.

"I shouldn't have come." It was as if he was apologizing, and as if he was stating a fact.

"I'm sorry, I don't have a choice." Zhuang Yuyuan finally left the tree he was leaning on.

At that moment, Zhuang Buyuan's momentum changed.

From a boy next door, he has become a hegemon who looks down on the world.

The wind is getting colder, the sun is gone, and the shadows are shifting on the ground.

The whirlwind that swept the leaves suddenly grew larger, and then rushed towards the face, like a sky full of dead leaf butterflies.

Several reporters subconsciously retreated, and this scene of Xiao Kill seemed to come out of it.

Hey...... Wait a minute.

From the moment I started, there seemed to be something wrong with this scene, this conversation?

"Why is it so ...... What about the cologne? ”

Several reporters scratched their heads.

Then I suddenly saw a dark shadow next to me carrying a huge camera to shoot.

This camera is completely different from the little thing in their hands, but a professional camera for filming.

It's so big and heavy that ordinary people can't carry it.

"What are you doing?" The reporter wondered.

"Of course it's a movie." The dark shadow said.

“……”

I said it didn't feel right just now.

When did the owner become a high cold attribute?

Obviously he's a tease.

What's going on with that completely cologne-style conversation just now?

And this ...... What kind of movie is it?

"Of course, it's "The Owner VS the Prophet." The shadow carrying the camera said, "Didn't you see it? In all relatively large film and television universes, there must be scenes where the protagonists turn against each other, such as the civil war of Captain Nuts Iron Man, such as Superman VS Batman, this is the process. After the two foreshadowing of "Brew Man" and "Robbery Squad", we can almost start filming this...... Hey, wait, did I just say it all? Not in your head? ”

Several reporters nodded.

That's right, you said it all.

"Hey, that's my bad habit." The black shadow scratched his head, "Okay, okay, get out of the way, don't block my shot!" It's about to start! ”

"Wait." A reporter hurriedly said: "I saw the owner vomiting blood just now?" Will the owner lose! ”

"Hi, fake plasma!" Black Shadow Road.

Journalists: "......"

"So the owner won?" Only then did the reporters turn their worries into joy.

No wonder the owner is so calm.

"No...... The owner of the village is indeed injured, and now his strength has been greatly damaged, and he only has the previous three successes. ”

"That'...... Isn't it a losing contract? ”

"Losing doesn't have to be losing...... It's going to be a little tough. The black shadow said, "But this is normal, you see that if Dachao is full of firepower, the entire earth will be seconds, how can there be anything wrong with the master, right?" This is a plot limitation. ”

"What the hell are you talking about!" The reporters were annoyed, this is a major matter related to the life and death of the manor, where did the owner find such an unreliable guy, and he is still talking cool next to him?

"Alas, don't hit me, it's going to be fought over there!" The shadow screamed.

The camera flickered, and the leaf floating in the center was suddenly crushed by an invisible force.

With a "bang", it scattered into dust all over the ground.

Oreon's two cannons raised.

"Boom, boom, boom!"