Jokes are jokes, and spit is spit out.

Even if the silver white is black and shiny after cutting, it doesn't mean that you will put the business aside.

What does the appearance of the bright star represent...... Xiao Lan knows better than anyone else.

After another self dryly squeezed out the sentence 'feeling the malice of the world', he buried his face in the shadows and seemed to be smiling as if he didn't feel anything, and naturally changed the topic, "The personal atmosphere in the world line of this 'ideal township' is very different from what we originally knew, especially the Zhao Fukong who is not broken, it is simply a world of difference, I can only lock the general area where the peculiarity is located here, compared to your gap for peeping - no, It's much more convenient to use for reconnaissance than me, so have you found where that guy is?

If you don't find it first, you might wake up and leave this world, and if you chase it later, it will be very troublesome......"

Although they were joking on the surface, but at the same time, the two of them were fighting as if they were secretly competing, but it was a tacit division of labor and cooperation to achieve the best result without internal friction, Xiao Lan, who was better at the level of perception of existence, found the general direction of the goal, and directly came to the location of the goal in Los Angeles, the city of North America, while the other one did what he could only do in his own way at the same time.

"I hear you...... You're talking about 'voyeurism', right? The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and there seemed to be green tendons jumping on his forehead.

But even so, he quickly regained his composure.

"Forget it. I don't pursue this attitude of yours, anyway, Zhao Fukong's position has been found...... Although in this 'ideal township' world line where there is no need to despair, he is still a qualified killer. There are no records that are easy to trace such as credit cards and hotel identity registration, but it is impossible to avoid all street surveillance, especially when the two little girls Zhao Yingkong and Zhao Ruikong are tracked down, it is almost equivalent to tracking him.

In addition, there is a very delicate record...... He got married half a year ago. ”

"Married?" Xiao Lan couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, "Zhang Heng, that guy has just gotten married, and he will just travel to Tibet, although Zheng Zha and Lori have been living together for a long time, they are not married, and Zhao Yukong's age seems to be much younger than Zheng Zha, right?" Wait - who's the bride? ”

The last word is out. He seemed to have thought of the answer.

"It's Zhao Yingkong...... Barely reached the legal age for marriage leave. The other seemed to know what he was thinking, and picked up the voice very simply, "Also, don't look at Lori's look." In fact, she is twenty-seven years old like Zheng Zha, but it is a matter of course that Zhao Yingkong is a bride, and the childhood dream of the precocious little girl seems to be to marry her brother, and she can be regarded as getting her wish in this world line where there is no need to despair.

Of course. Since it's a wedding, it's impossible to hide it too much. And I also have to go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to register and get a marriage certificate, and I found the corresponding record from this line of blessings from this relevant department...... Well, that's it. ”

As he spoke, he reached into a black crack that had opened in front of him, and fished out a picture of it like some robot cat.

The child-faced girl, whose proud bosom was completely covered by the white wedding dress, snuggled into the arms of a handsome man in a dress, and a little girl beside her raised her hands like a coax, and their faces were not filled with a false smirk. It's not like looking at the cold of your prey, but a happy smile full of hope for the future. And this almost perfect lens was captured by the photographer by coincidence.

"Zhao Fukong, Zhao Yingkong, Zhao Ruikong."

Reading out the names of the three people one by one, a hint of playful arc appeared at the corner of Xiao Lan's mouth, "Although it is only a possible world line, I still hope that I don't run into the most troublesome shots......"

The next moment, the light overflowed.

Unprecedentedly splendid, yet unprecedentedly peaceful.

The softness was like a gentle breeze blowing across her face, without stirring up a little impact or air wave, and the light that symbolized the power of existence flowed out of Xiao Lan's hand, spreading to the wedding photo like a life.

Then, the picture is distorted.

The happy wedding scene in the photo is like a lake blown by the wind.

Under the rippling ripples, the originally clear scenery became blurred and shattered, but in such unusual movements, the scenery in the picture seemed to come to life for a moment.

No, it's not like, that's the truth.

Slowly calming down on the picture, it is no longer the original wedding, but instead a piece of grass with little features but very neatly manicured, and a swimming pool with a glowing blue light can be seen on the side, in addition to the back of a long-haired man, there are many beautiful women from all over the world wearing bikinis with little fabric, playing in the pool.

Other than that, the picture is no longer a frozen static image, but a live broadcast, which is a ...... Instant playback.

And the handsome and handsome man in the shot is completely comfortable in this group of warblers and swallows.

Seems to be having a good time?

For such a situation, Xiao Lan's attention seems to be a little too far, "A high-end hotel with its own pool and a hot girl, do they come here to take a mission or a vacation?" Why shouldn't the killer mission be so swaggering, and if you go on vacation, your wife will follow and follow a group of beautiful women? ”

"Isn't that good? It's not a love affair that releases passion, nor does it take a heart-to-heart relationship to talk about feelings, what are we going to do in such a situation, it's not ...... at all," he said casually, who seemed to be puzzled by the amorous feelings.

It's just that while saying this, neither of them listened to their movements.

Xiao Lan's hand directly reached into the live broadcast photo, and instead of piercing the flat photo, it poked into it perfectly. For a moment, the meaning of the existence of the two-dimensional plane was completely subverted, and after the arm was stretched in, his whole person outside the picture was also 'sucked' into it - and another him. The man holding the black knife waved his hand to open a long black slit in front of him, and then stepped in without any particularly fancy movements.

――In our own way, we went to our destination together.

In the blink of an eye, the figures of the two have completely disappeared.

And in the place where they had stood a moment ago, only a picture of the picture that had been re-frozen was slowly falling.

On it, instead of the wedding before the change, there is only a close-up that no one can ignore—the eyes of a man whose pupils have narrowed to the tip of a needle. It's like the look that someone who has seen an incredible sight and is extremely surprised should have.

"You ...... Who is it? ”

In the midst of a large number of women's peculiar screams, handsome men stared at the uninvited guests in front of them.

A moment ago, it was a peaceful night of laughter and laughter. Suddenly, there is a scene that can only happen in horror movies, like Sadako 'crawling' out of the void, a man with long silver hair draped up to his waist, and slowly coming out of the black crack. Holding a black-sheathed katana in his hand. Twins with almost identical faces but very different outfits and hairstyles.

Whatever it is, it's definitely not a good thing.

The man named 'Zhao Fukong' asserted this in his heart, but just looking at the twins who appeared in this way, a completely indescribable feeling suddenly surged in his heart.

Fear?

No, it's not fear anymore.

It is something beyond the comprehension of human beings, beyond this dimensional existence!

But even so, they will not back down.

Standing here, he has something that must be guarded. There is a reason why you can't back down even if you die!

(Monster...... It looked like they were looking at a puppet, even though they didn't know what they were going to do. But they must not be allowed to find Sakura and Ruikong...... ）

It's just-

"Ahh!!!?h

The sharp pain instantly traveled through the whole body.

With a squeak, a foreign object is inserted from the back.

"Uh-uh-──!?"

It was not an illusion, Zhao Weikong clearly felt that he was penetrated.

As his blurred vision moved down, he saw exactly there—a crimson tip of a spear that stretched out from his chest, metallic and creature, twisted like a DNA double helix.

But it was clearly pierced through the chest, but not a trace of blood flowed.

This heterogeneous feeling, in the end-

“…… This is、Longinus's gun? ”

Knowledge came from nowhere, and he muttered to himself, then fell to his knees weakly.

It's as if the brain is going to burn out, and the abnormal heat pours out from the depths of the soul.

At this moment, he heard it clearly.

As the blood-colored spear was drawn, there seemed to be a whisper without any emotion.

"You in this world line did not enter the main god space, and naturally you did not copy the demon team into two entities, that is to say, although you didn't realize it, there are now two beings in one body, and like this, you are reunited through the root of the tree of life...... Hmm, it looks like it's going well? ”

Looking at the prey that was kneeling on the ground, his whole body was as hot as if it was on fire, and the interior was invisible, and Xiao Lan, who turned the spear of destiny that he had snatched from Adam in his hand, said with interest.

But for Zhao Weikong, the sentence itself is weird.

World Line? The main god space? Devil Team?

I hear words that I can't understand, but I still understand one thing.

The heterogeneous heat that came from the depths of his heart, although it seemed to burn his mind and his brain together, also brought him an incomparably clear feeling.

- Strength! Great power!

It's not like you get it by training.,It's an innate destiny.,That many years ago, it was sealed by yourself along with the past.、That will bring misfortune and calamity, belongs to the power of demons...... But there is no doubt that this is exactly what is urgently needed at this moment!

The moment I raised my head, I saw where the enemy was.

The one holding the black katana just stood silently. He didn't look at it as if he didn't look at it with disdain, and the long-haired one was holding the god-killing spear that pierced through itself, like two blood-colored snakes circling and twisting. Yan Wei's eyes flashed with a light like he was looking at a guinea pig.

"You-!"

In an instant, blood overflowed his eyes.

As if something had been severed in his heart, the Assassin's most important sanity was rapidly eroded by an invisible strangeness.

So, without thinking about it, I responded directly.

He didn't have time to think about it superbly, he intuitively knew what action to take. Falling to his knees, he arched himself like a cat, and then kicked his feet backwards with all his might. His agility and explosiveness are already several times stronger than ordinary people, and there seems to be no space for conversion between the forward and backward movements. Not even a beast would react like that.

"Not bad~"

Xiao Lan, who was holding a gun, suddenly shot a piercing light with a slightly squinted eye, and her originally sculptural and calm face, without a trace of emotion, began to leap with vitality, just like a crazy painter discovering the beauty and an autistic musician seeing a wonderful sheet music.

came to find Zhao Fukong. One is to test the effect of the god-killing spear. The second is to get their fitting earrings.

But split into an infinite world line, the fake objects in the separate world line have no meaning, in order to get the genuine product that collects all the world lines, it is necessary to let Zhao Fukong wake up from this meaningless dream.

And the best case is that he who is not affected by Zheng Zhe wakes up.

This is the trend at the moment.

In Zhao Fukong's hands, I don't know when, even he didn't realize it, there was an extra one as beautiful as glass. It's like a blood-colored dagger of art.

Holding the weapon, whose real name is 'Vampire's Touch', he slowly half-crouched down in a starting motion, seemingly unaware. With his right foot slightly outward, his left hand pressed against the ground, every muscle in his body was building up strength as he made this movement, and then tensed, exploding with a single trigger. His eyes were fixed on the ground, and all his mind and attention were focused on the opponent in front of him.

One hit.

All the chances are only on one hit.

Captured by the fear of becoming a guinea pig, the primal desire and killing intent in the deepest part of my heart began to permeate, as if there had always been a beast sleeping there, and once it was touched, it would be awakened and then began to gallop wildly in the body, combined with this awakened primitive desire turned into a cold, sharp but still burning fighting spirit.

And looking at the opponent in front of him who was bowing down like a leopard, especially the blood-colored dagger that didn't exist and shouldn't exist in this world, the arc hanging on Xiao Lan's mouth slowly deepened.

That's right, so be it! Wake up completely!

He shouted inwardly, expecting the man in front of him to the fullest—at least here, he still thinks so.

The assassin with the blood-colored dagger suddenly burst out in the blink of an eye that Xiao Lan may have been deliberate, and all the power that had been accumulated for a long time burst out from this leaping action, and rushed forward like a leopard, the power of the muscles in the waist of his feet was superimposed all the way to his wrists, and the bloodthirsty fangs in his hands turned into a red electric snake in an instant, bursting into an incomparably violent sonic boom in the atmosphere, and the violently twisted shock ripples in the sharp mangs tore through the air, sweeping towards everything in its path like a thunderous roar.

In an instant, the entire space was densely covered with countless criss-crossing broken cracks.

But in the face of the amazing killing blow, the light in Xiao Lan's eyes suddenly became smaller and weaker, like a flame that had lost enough fuel.

He could see that the strength and speed of the blow were good, but it also felt boring.

This Zhao Fukong, who has recovered his strength and weapons, is indeed very strong, but it is only the strength of this 'ideal township' world line, for the transcendent who has gathered all the world lines and entered the outer world, this power is simply a meaningless phantom - even if it can destroy the universe of a world line with one blow, it will not be able to harm the existence outside the world even the slightest test.

So he was disappointed.

At first, I saw this guy take out the vampire touch, and I thought he would wake up straight to life in one go, but who knew it would become so off-topic like this?

So, to add another fire?

――There's no need.

"Brother Empty, we'll help you!"

It belongs to a cute girl, and the coquettish voice sounded from behind.

But what is faster than the sound is the attack that arrives first.

Shouting out to alert your opponent before attacking is a scenario that can only be seen in hot-blooded comics.

The moment Xiao Lan heard this coquettish shout, a spiritual impact that turned into a spike appeared in his consciousness, as if he wanted to directly destroy his consciousness in one breath, and directly destroy the enemy mentally than hurting the body, and at the same time, a ghostly figure also touched the black sheath katana standing aside as if it was nothing to do with himself, and it seemed that behind the other Xiao Lan who closed his eyes and recuperated, the non-reflective dagger silently stabbed at the vital point of the target.

Left side of the spine, below the lumbar vertebra of the fourth segment, major abdominal artery.

With a single stroke of a dagger that has opened the blood groove, it can cause blood to gush through the target, instantly losing most of its combat effectiveness, which is the Assassin's preferred choice over attacking the high heart and the spine protected by bones.

However, the opponent is non-human.

The invincible spiritual piercing was like a mud cow entering the sea, without setting off even the slightest normal reaction, Zhao Fukong's vampire touch was only air, and Xiao Lan didn't even change his expression.

The dagger did stab in the position he chose, but not only did he not see the result of the blood gushing out, the dagger seemed to pierce into the air, to be exact, it pierced into a black slit that opened at some point, and then the tip of the dagger swung with his own strength quickly enlarged in his eyes - if it were not for the instinct to urge him to withdraw quickly, it would not have been a simple injury as a bloody wound on his face.

In just an instant, the atmosphere was completely frozen.

- Then, someone spoke.

"Ah, the people are here......" (To be continued......

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