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The Arashi wind that fell on Mount Fuji blew Brandon's crimson hair, and he was as silent as a black knight. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Fred, take care."

On that day, May Day, Beshi left Fred forever in front of him and was shot by Kidd with Shura.

"Where are you going?" When Brandon turned around, he still had Shura's bullet embedded in his arm.

It is forbidden that the dead cannot be resurrected, and it is a natural law that human beings should fear!

"Fred, remember what you said yourself!"

Fred watched Brandon go away, his eternal rival. Fred, who violated this taboo, the moment he used the "demon gene", maybe in the dark, he was doomed to pay for it! Those "gods" who spied into the future and formulated the laws of the world are already laughing at him, but he will never regret it!

Fred carried Bessie to a remote mansion, the owner of the mansion seems to have not been back for a long time, maybe the attic here also lives the dust elf seen by Satsuki and Mei in "My Neighbor Totoro......

Fred quickly opened the outer door as if it were his own door, pushing the iron door carefully, but still making a "squeak" sound.

"It's fine!"

A false alarm, not here!

Don't ask Fred how he opened it, it's the rule of the industry, and he will never tell you the secret that "that lock is broken"!

In the abandoned courtyard, the swing frame was still tightly parked there, missing a pair of hands to push it, and one less person sitting on it......

"Beshi."

It was getting late, and Fred settled Bessie, stared at her bloodstained cheek, and kissed her.

"Have a good dream!"

It's a bit meaty.

Fred opened the dusty wooden window and let the moonlight fall on the lattice, and at night in Shizuoka, he could clearly see the outline of Mt. Fuji in the distance.

Japan is a country full of cherry blossoms and romance, just like Natsume Soseki said: Japanese people can't say I love you, only that the moon is so beautiful tonight!

Later, Fred remembered how beautiful the stars were that night, and stared at the night sky all night, and the little corner outside the window belonged to him and to the woman who lay there quietly.

At night, in the bustling red light district, Yokomachi Izakaya, young men and women compete to persuade each other to drink, and spend a pleasant, wonderful night with each other, both so indulgent and full of gentlemanly and ladylike demeanor.

"You're here, Brandon."

A beautiful girl who is young and full of youthful energy, but she is unique, a bad girl who likes to drink vodka as a spirit.

"Kelly."

Brandon whispered her name, black pupils imprinting her serene look.

Looking at such a frosty beautiful girl, she looks like a lovely angel Angel, without a single flaw, and is dressed very maturely and exquisitely, but she is only twenty-three years old. Although he is a little indifferent and has short blond rose hair, no one can think of the world's number one killer organization active in North America - God's Spear.

Brandon ordered whiskey and occasionally had a drink with Kelly, but the two faced each other at the bar and did not communicate, except for silence, which lasted until the early hours of the morning.

"You're also for the demon genes."

Brandon poured a third of the lead-free crystal barrel-shaped glass, and the waiter helped him add ice.

In Kelly's golden eyes, there was wine, and there was a bottle of vodka.

"I'm here alone."

She didn't answer Brandon's question directly, and although the Spear of God was very strong, it was not so wise to send only one killer to share food with the Triad and Rattlesnake.

Unless, she's ......

"God, also known as the Judge of Heaven"

The strongest man in the Spear of God is a "God" who has been named "God" in the name of despair and death.

Who would have thought that "God" was a girl.

"Mobis, he killed him?"

Kelly drank down the bottle of Te Ka and threw out a picture like a playing card, and in the background, it was in Sana'a'a, Yemen.

The young man in the photograph is dressed in good attire - Fred, and the person who takes the picture with him is the manager - Hannibal King, but no one knows his real identity except Fred.

Brandon heard Kelly's question, was silent for a second, and drank the whiskey with the ice!

"Click!"

When the waiter, shaking his hands, spilled the cocktail on the bar, the men and women of the night around him panicked and fled outside the izakaya!

A dark golden sand eagle, a wild Amazonian huntress.

"Is that your answer......

The liquor in Kelly's throat ran into her stomach without a drop and turned into vinegar. There are three kinds of people who drink alcohol, red-faced people (alcohol is degraded into acetaldehyde by enzyme catalysis, drink it again, wait for poisoning), white-faced people (alcohol or alcohol), and a thousand cups are not drunk. It seems that she belongs to a third party.

Kelly's left hand put the bottle down, her right hand slanted the blonde hair in her ear, her eyes were hazy, as if she was drenched in a layer of drunkenness, but Brandon knew better than anyone how close death was to him!

"It's not."

Brandon withdrew the gun, and though he turned his head away from Kelly's eyes, her shadow and slightly purple eyes lingered in his mind for a long time.

"Thank you."

Kelly smiled shallowly, and Brandon's eyes saw the rest of his eyes, like gerberas blooming in summer. Maybe he's the only one who sees it, maybe it's the only time in her life.

Kelly Brown, the ghost of the dark world, knows that she is the "god" of the Spear of God, but they don't know that she is the daughter of Mobis.

Brandon watched in silence as Kelly left, as she pretended to be drunk and faltered, as her short blond hair looked like a rose, the farther away, the more beautiful it became......

Will you ever see her again......

At two o'clock in the morning, on the rural road to the countryside of Shizuoka Prefecture, a truck drove by at a speed of 70 yards and stopped outside a slightly dilapidated house.

"The neighbors are asleep......"

Jian Chuan Feng, in the past, he got off work around seven o'clock in the afternoon, but today he was delayed, because Dao Dao Zhai met the policeman Brother Zhengyi Jun and the injured and unconscious Dao Lian, of course, he can't remember Dao Lian's appearance, ten years.

"Smack!"

Jian Chuan opened the door of the courtyard, turned off the car, pulled out the key, and closed the door.

"Click." When he entered the house, it was pitch black, and he habitually touched the corner of the wall and turned on the light.

"Who are you?"

Jian Chuan looked at the sofa at home, there were two strangers sitting, a somewhat non-mainstream bad young man, and an old man with a layer of gauze wrapped around his eyes!

"Boy, come here!" What a big breath!

Typical no brushing!

Ox gas, murderous aura, banditry, so strong aura - a stench from the butt to the head, towards inflammation, typical indigestion after eating too much meat! In short - this scum is incredible!

Xiang Yan, a delinquent young man, still carries a "rakshasa" forged from black meteorite iron on his shoulder, and has the potential to cut people, but Jian Chuan's body does not move like ordinary people, because of the instinct of fear.

"Your anger is very strong."

The old man, of course, is the thirty-third generation housekeeper of New Ngee An - Lin Jing!

"Not only is it strong, but your constitution is weird." The way he looks now, he is a bit like a blind man in the Six Sword Slaves of the Net, and he can also become a blind monk!