The next day, unexpectedly, Zi did not disappear early, but looked at Su Yun calmly, as if she was planning to have breakfast together.

Su Yun looked at Zi who had just gotten up a little lazy, and was busy using all the power of the kitchen god, making a rather delicate breakfast, and looking at Zi expectantly.

Purple Noodles ate expressionlessly, and said calmly: "After eating, go out with me and test your qualifications again."

"Huh?"

Although Su Yun didn't see the expression he was expecting, it was always good to be able to go out together.

Su Yun sat on the back seat of the locomotive, holding his slender body, feeling the long lilac hair fluttering slightly, and suddenly felt a sense of relief.

But Purple was in a messy mood.

He ...... Who the hell is it? ”

"What's the purpose of approaching me?"

"Is it another conspiracy of the Rebel Alliance?"

Zi Ji tilted his face slightly in a tangled way, and caught a glimpse of Su Yun's extremely simple and clean face behind him, and he actually felt very warm in the cold wind.

He ...... Who is it? Why am I ......? Don't really want to reject him? Why this strange feeling? ”

Purple thought wildly, and finally stopped in front of the guard.

The members of the guard team were a little stunned when they looked at the two of them in pairs, especially Lu Shen, who felt that his worldview was about to be subverted: this guy really survived under the captain??? This is still the rhythm of living in the captain's house??? What's wrong with this world??

Zheng Tong came over resentfully, but before he could speak, he saw Su Yun licking his back molars and greeting the newly recruited small-eyed telegrapher: "Oh? Isn't that who is inside? You're here too, huh? ”

"Grass!"

Zhang Jiajun looked at Su Yun's ill-intentioned expression, scolded secretly, turned his head and left.

Before Lu Shen could react, he asked, "Acquaintance?"

Zhang Jiajun didn't reply: "I don't know!"

Su Yun stared blankly and said, "Isn't this talking nonsense with your eyes closed, Lao Tie!"

Zhang Jiajun stumbled, with an expression that wanted to kill him: "...... What a little bit of my eyes are about your! It's not okay for Lao Tzu to open his eyes and talk nonsense! ”

"Huh." Su Yun smiled, "Even if you close your eyes, you can talk nonsense." ”

"Damn!"

Zhang Jiajun looked at Zi and confirmed that this was the captain of the seventh guard team of the strongest silver sword in the magic capital, and matched the peerless woman in front of him with the frost dragon princess who had been glimpsed, and said with a little confidence: "Don't think that if you have a girlfriend to support me, I'm afraid of you!"

"Cut!" Su Yun was disdainful, "It's like you can single-handedly beat me?" ”

Before Zhang Jiajun could reply, Zi suddenly interrupted: "What girlfriend?"

Zhang Jiajun looked confused, and shrunk his neck in front of the murderous aura of the purple knife.

What are these dog men and women singing?

What Lao Tzu said has a half-dime problem?

He looked at Su Yun puzzled, but saw that the other party spread his hands and shrugged his shoulders.

What's hairy??

"Captain! Discover the Rebel Alliance! I would like support!! ”

A just right communication rescued Zhang Jiajun, and seeing Zi go out with murderous anger, Zhang Jiajun lowered his voice with palpitations and said unpleasantly: "What's the situation with you dog men and women?"

"Grass, you uncle!" Su Yun rolled his eyes, "Clear-eyed people know what's going on, next time keep your eyes open!" After saying that, he hurriedly chased purple out.

Zhang Jiajun reacted for a moment before he understood: This is a quarrel between the two, right?

Are you making a fuss about Lao Tzu? Why are you throwing fire at me?

Zhang Jiajun saw that the other team members had put on their equipment and went out, so they also followed suit.

"Grass! What the is this guy all about?? A puppeteer struggled to control his elaborate puppet, and summoned a mechanical tiger that was about to fall apart in distress, while throwing out a new puppet to make up for it, "Didn't you say that this thing was chased and killed all the way by friendly forces??" Why are you still so fierce? ”

"How the hell do I know!!" A shooter next to him unhappily changed a high-explosive magazine and complained: "This is the legendary S-class!" Either dodge the sniper bullet, or directly resist with your body, is this still human?? ”

Several members of the Silver Sword squad fought hard around a stick-wielding figure, and finally waited for the first Silver Sword to be defeated.

"Captain Purple is here!"

Zi came to the scene and drew his sword, like a rainbow sword qi splitting down, but was taken by the man with a contemptuous stick, and when the smoke and dust dissipated, he actually revealed a sword-eyed face.

Ling Qiao.

"Stop !!"

Su Yun left the convoy, hurried over, pulled back Zi, and said seriously and distressedly: "I didn't tell you!" You can't use your abilities anymore! ”

Although Zi was forcibly pulled out by Su Yun, he still held his sword calmly, without the slightest intention of stopping.

The blade of the sword is flat, and it seems to be engraved with several star-shaped marks, and the word "mist" is faintly engraved on the hilt.

"Huh."

"Ling Qiao?" Su Yun listened to the contemptuous sneer and said in surprise: "Why are you so embarrassed?"

Sure enough, he knew someone from the Rebel Alliance!!

Purple eyes condensed slightly, and he silently clenched his sword.

"Embarrassed?" Ling Qiao was silent, holding Feizhu silently.

I just saw hundreds of people chasing a few people to chase and intercept them, and they drew their swords to help, and they were chased and killed together.

What about hunting and killing? Even if he only has half the strength, how can he be afraid of them?

During the pursuit, Ling Qiao learned that the pursuers were the official Silver Sword strength, and the few people who were chased were members of the Rebel Alliance.

In the era of reconstruction, Silver Sword quickly mastered most of the resources. Keep saying that the world will be equal.

But in this distorted era, strength is respected, and in order to maintain the so-called "overall situation" on the surface, the few people who hold the power quickly become the top of the silver sword.

Strength does not mean knowledge, morality and faith.

There are quite a few high-level Silver Sword executives who are in the name of fake fairness, filling their pockets and full of evil.

The Rebel Alliance was established to unveil the high-sounding face of the silver sword and restore a true fairness to the world.

Ling Qiao, who didn't have a good impression of the official forces, naturally killed the pursuing Silver Sword team members happily.

But who knows, the other party is pouring in countless numbers, it seems that his strong strength makes the other party think that he must have some important information, and more and more silver sword masters are sent to snipe.

Ling Qiao only has half of his strength now, even if he has A-level strength, he has already exhausted himself and exhausted his hole cards from Kyoto to the Demon Capital.

Who would have thought that this was nothing more than a misunderstanding.

The Han family in Kyoto lost their daughter, so they naturally tried their best to find it; Ling Qiao was arrogant and incomparable, and it was no longer a misunderstanding to kill until now.

Zheng Tong looked at Su Yun, who was standing calmly, and frowned in disgust.

He has liked Captain Purple for a long time, and everyone knows it, but in the eyes of everyone, Purple is a god-like existence, which can only be worshiped from afar, and cannot be desecrated.

Who knew that Su Yun, a wild boy who came out of nowhere, was so close to the immortal-like captain in his mind, and he had already held his breath in his heart.

"You kid is in the way, is it with him??"

Zi looked at Su Yun silently, and then at Ling Qiao, ready to go.

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PS：

Packed my things last night and took the car home today.

I was going to write a little, but when I arrived at the station, I found that it was not a sleeper.

Holding the ticket, I was lonely and helpless in the cold wind.

I finally wrote a thousand words, and suddenly it was gone.

Ah, a little motion sickness, send a chapter first, and write it when you get home-