Chapter 658: The mountain rain is coming, and the wind is full of buildings

France, Paris, Louvre -

This is the north bank of the Seine River in the center of Paris, France, and the Louvre Museum is the first of the four major museums in the world, with the world's most precious collection of paintings, artworks and sculptures, and is a palace of art;

Seven Western men and women stood under the sculpture outside the Louvre, each with an indifferent look, and the surrounding tourists seemed a little out of place, as if except for each other, the rest of them were not in their eyes, plus two of them were dressed in strange clothes that the open-minded Westerners could not stand it, which made the people around them stay away from them.

At this time, a strange man in a night dress walked slowly here, he walked in the crowd, his body, directly passing through other people's bodies, as if he did not have a real body at all, but his gloomy and cold aura was so depressing, and the hidden faint energy fluctuations could make people feel suffocated.

Of course, ordinary people can't feel this level of power, but those seven people obviously can;

Seven people, together bowed their heads, put their left hands on their chests, and began to salute.

This person is a vampire, Zhao Zhu has also seen him, in the world of the last campaign mission to help Xiong Zhiqi, he is one of the demon-level geniuses in the West, an extremely powerful character.

It's just that at this time, he seems to be a person who has not woken up, with sleepy eyes, as if he can lie on a bench and fall asleep on it, even when he walks, he is staggering, as if he will fall to the ground the next moment.

"You all know the specific news, right?"

Gulmore asked, he didn't really want to talk too much to these people, as a vampire, he paid more attention to the equality of identity and status, which was also the theory that his bloodline told him;

And these seven people in front of him. Although they are the seven people who are preparing to participate in the Guardian Election this time, they are not the top students, so they are too many different in terms of qualifications and strength.

And the last time, the group of candidates led by Bowen and himself are basically the same as heaven and earth, on the contrary, according to the information, this time the election mission world, the names of those people. But it made Gulmore a little heartfelt, those names, he was very familiar, but, probably the Western circle has had an absolute advantage over the Eastern circle for too long and too long, and suddenly once, it was actually the people in the Eastern circle who were more dominant in strength, but it made Gulmore feel a little unaccustomed.

This is the existence of the weakest group of Western circles, and the existence of the strongest group of Eastern circles.

It's true. What a coincidence.

Moreover, for a long time to come, there will be no more closed students of the top existences, because the top beings have already entered the door. Although the other three failed to make it, those three were no longer top existences, and Alves, who was originally one of the top existences, was taken away by Bowen and eaten. Such a person can only be called a ...... Poor man.

It is necessary to wait for a new batch of top-notch beings to emerge before the previous order and model can be continued in a real sense. In between, there will be a gap in between.

That is, for the sake of his identity as a guardian, Gulmore has no other way, some things, he must explain some things, and there are some things, he must also remind them.

"This campaign mission, in the East, is not our home field, but it doesn't matter, you are going to participate in the election, as long as you are not hot-headed, those Orientals have no chance to find trouble with you, plus they are busy tossing themselves, and they don't have time to care about you."

Then one of the seven spoke:

"But we're getting the message that we're going to cooperate in the mission world......"

Gulmo unceremoniously interrupted the woman's words, "Do you have the strength?" ”

The seven of them were collectively silent, in front of Gulmore, they were really not qualified to mention any strength.

"Do you think in your hearts that even if your strength is not very good, but in the Eastern Circle, you can be regarded as very good and stand out from the crowd?"

A mocking smile appeared on Gulmore's face,

"I don't care who gave you any news before, what I ask of you is to be patient and think about how to snatch the position of Guardian as much as possible, rather than letting you get involved in the internal strife of the Eastern Circle. The Oriental people are at the pinnacle of the art of infighting, and even Jesus Christ will be amazed by it, if you are really stupid enough to participate in it, you can only become someone else's sword and gun.

That's what I mean, and that's what Bowen meant.

So, whether you listen to Bowen or those behind you, weigh it yourself. ”

It's a threat, and it's clear that I'm threatening you.

Because everyone in the Western circle knows that the young generation of the West with Bowen as the core is rising in an unstoppable way, especially Bowen himself, who is known as the first top existence in the Western circle that is most likely to re-emerge, and even the successor of the status of Sant'Sien and the pigeon Morata.

When Gulmo had said this, he closed his eyes, turned around, and walked in the direction he had come, and he walked staggeringly, as if he had fallen asleep as he walked.

…………

In a mutton steamed bun restaurant in Xi'an, Shaanxi Province, a bald shopkeeper is chatting with an older diner.

His shop, business has always been very good, but now after all, it's afternoon, not a meal, so there are not many people eating, this is also a rare moment of rest time for him, opening this shop, let him live a very fulfilling life, let him find a different feeling from in the mission world.

At this moment, a beggar walked outside the store, dressed in a shabby cotton jacket, and holding a porcelain basin with a broken hole in his hand.

The beggar pushed the door in unceremoniously and sat down in a corner spot.

"Warm, have a bowl."

The beggar shouted.

The old diner smiled at the bald shopkeeper, "His, count it in my account." ”

The bald shopkeeper didn't have the coolness of the past, and when he saw the old beggar, he felt an indescribable tiredness in his heart, and he didn't prepare to eat, and he stopped chatting with the old diner in front of him, but walked directly to the old beggar, stretched out his hand, and pointed to the door.

"I'm doing business here, you get out!"

The voice was resolute, with a tone that could not be questioned in the slightest.

The old diner turned his head to look at the bald shopkeeper in some surprise, he knew that the bald shopkeeper had always been kind to people on weekdays, basically smiling, and there was never a distinction between high and low in his eyes, he was a very real person, what happened to him today?

The old beggar looked at the bald shopkeeper, pursed his lips, and said:

"You used to owe me money, and I'm here to collect it."

The horizontal meat on the face of the bald shopkeeper was picked at that time, and everything around him seemed to be completely solidified at this time, and the old diner who was drinking the soup maintained the posture of holding the bowl and remained motionless.

"Hehe, I haven't seen you for so long, and you drove me away when you meet, it's so sad."

The old beggar's cloudy eyes showed a fine light, at this time, he also tore off all the previous disguises, and the wrinkles on his face began to disappear, at this time, where did he feel like an old beggar, he was completely a middle-aged man with a high temperament.

"I don't want to see you, I don't want to." The bald shopkeeper said seriously.

"It's not up to you."

"What I owe you, I will repay you in another way."

"What we want is now, because you are now, you have the ability to pay back what you owe us, and when you become one of us, or you can wait until the next door opens to enter the door, then our previous investment will really be completely wasted, and there is no point at all."

"Tell me, what do you want me to do for you." The bald shopkeeper picked up a towel and wiped it on his hand.

"In a few days, the next round of administrator elections will be held in Nantong, Jiangsu."

"I can't go."

"No, you can go, we can give you the qualifications and powers of the administrator for the time being, although it is fake, but it is enough to confuse the real thing."

"Who are you spending so much money against?"

"Zhao Zhu."

The bald shopkeeper's face did not change, but he nodded silently.

"I'll see how it goes, and if I can go, I'll go."

"I'm just here to convey our request, not to ask you whether you are going or not going."

"It's the leader of the group, and it's not as domineering as you."

"Without us, you would have died at the hands of the group leader. Okay, I wanted to eat a bowl of mutton steamed buns at your place, but now it seems that you are not in the mood to cook a good meal for me, I miss the taste of cooking unicorn meat for me in the mission world before, it is really delicious.

Okay, I'll go first. ”

The middle-aged man stood up, pushed the door open, and in the moment he went out, he turned back into the rickety and sloppy old beggar.

The bald shopkeeper clenched his fists, then silently released them, and then, everything around him returned to normal.

The sound of old diners drinking soup is heard.

The bald shopkeeper laughed, "Old Liu, eat slowly, I'll get you another glass of wine." While talking, the bald shopkeeper picked up his mobile phone, clicked on QQ, found Zhao Zhu's column, hesitated, and sent a message to Zhao Zhu:

"Happy Holidays."

Zhao Zhu quickly replied to the message:

"I know you're single, so I won't have fun with you."

"Next time I have the opportunity to come to Xi'an, I invite you to eat mutton steamed buns."

"A must."

Putting the phone back in his pocket, the bald shopkeeper let out a sigh: If there is a real chance, let's talk about it. (To be continued.) )