Although the human world on Earth seemed to have been set by these Canadian Solar people in a few words, Dongfang Chen, the initiator of all this, had no idea. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

It has been three days since Dongfang Chen's mutation, and Chen, who was hiding in the inner world and waiting for death, wondered how much he found that he had nothing to do.

I've been thinking about it for a long time, but I still don't have the slightest clue. It stands to reason that after Dongfang Chen's change, they should immediately notice it, roughly locate it and start searching in the suspicious area, and when the scope is narrowed to such a narrow point, they will all go out to carefully investigate, and it will not take a day to find out that Dongfang Chen is different.

Chen later asked Dongfang Chen if there was anything special happening on the night that could open the inner world, and Dongfang Chen also said no. In the end, he simply stopped thinking about it, and just thought about it as Dongfang Chenji's own natural appearance.

With less than ten days left before the departure time mentioned by Professor Mu, Dongfang Chen began to prepare for this trip. And he also plans to visit the Williams family in England after the forum, otherwise he will be really uneasy.

Just as Dongfang Chen set off with Professor Mu's team and prepared to board the plane at Hong Kong International Airport.

On the other side of the globe.

Greece, Aegean. The night was falling, and it was pitch black, and the only sound of the waves could be heard in my ears.

A white private luxury yacht lowered its anchor and anchored on the surface of the sea, undulating with the waves. About a hundred meters away from the yacht, a small boat drifted with the current, the boat was so small that it could only accommodate two people sitting in front and back.

A man in a full sweatshirt sits on a boat, holding a fishing rod with both hands, and is engrossed in fishing.

The man looked very old, an old man, but he had a straight waist, sitting motionless in the boat and staring at the fish floating on the sea.

The old man's beard is all white, neatly trimmed, and his resolute face, straight nose bridge, and angular lips are combined, all revealing how handsome and handsome the old man was when he was young.

Seeing that the fish floated up and down, the fish was about to take the bait, but at this moment, the old man's brows furrowed slightly, threw down the fishing rod and turned his face to the side, and said in a deep voice: "Coming?"

A pair of big black hands suddenly stretched out out of thin air in the space next to him, dividing them to the left and right, forming a spatial crack, and then from the crack, an old man in black walked out of the air, it was the terrifying old man who killed Manson in Tibet, China.

The old man in black said with a smile: "But my old man is tired, and I have looked for a big circle, so it turns out that you are fishing and playing here." ”

The old man in black looked closely, and he was exactly the same as the old man fishing, and he looked like he was carved out of a mold in terms of body appearance. It's just that the old man who was fishing looked indifferent, and there was a faint sadness between his eyebrows. Although the old man in black always smiled kindly, his eyes flashed with a bloodthirsty cold light, and his anticipation was full of cruelty.

"Tell me, what's the point of going out this time? You won't be deceived again, will you?"

The old man sneered.

"Nonsense, Prosis, hum, I've got a big deal this time, I've slaughtered that Manson boy. Haha, that's a pleasure!"

Old man Kuroko said excitedly.

"What?"

The old man named Prosis was taken aback.

"Prosius, don't talk nonsense! How could you possibly find Manson?"

The old black man who was called Prosius by the other party smiled: "That's him looking for death, who knows what crazy he had, and he actually emitted first-order evolutionary fluctuations." If that's the case, my old man would at most go over and say hello to him, but who knows that he actually released the unique aura of the Canadian Solars, so you can't blame me, right? Hehe, old man, there was an agreement at the beginning, you can't stop me. ”

When Prosis heard this, he sighed: "Alas, you have caused a great disaster, run for your life!"

"Escape? It was the Canadian Solar who made me like this, and finally I had their clues, why did I run for my life? Hehe, I want to kill it!"

Prosius said grimly.

"It's me who caused you to be like this, no matter what happened to them, how many times have I told you, why don't you understand? If you want to kill me, kill me first!"

Prosis said bitterly.

"If I kill you, I'll die too? How can I kill myself? Who knows what madness you have done, making yourself a 'covenant keeper', making me look like this, suffering day and night, you are so selfish, what face do you have to say these things to me?

If you are afraid of death and cowardice, then you should go and keep your contract, but I am different from you, I want to control my own destiny and save my soul from the endless abyss, even if the final master is in front of me, I will fight with him. ”

After saying this, Prosius laughed maniacally.

After listening to this, Prosis was silent in his heart, it was not that he didn't want to stop him from killing innocents indiscriminately, but he was from the same origin as himself, and he would do what he could. And after endless suffering over the years, Prosius's strength is still faintly higher than that of himself in his heyday. Under his full burst, it was as easy as blowing ash to kill any life below the fourth order of evolution, and he didn't give himself the slightest chance to make a move, not to mention that he couldn't kill him, hurting him was hurting himself.

Because of this, coupled with the constraints of the contract he kept, Prosis did not reveal any information about the Canadian Clan to him, thinking that after a long time, coupled with his constant persuasion, Prosius would give up his hatred and return to himself.

But there is such a group of Canadian Solar people, who live or die on the earth, and they know what the reason is, but they are helpless about this matter. Well, Prosius already knew the existence and general information of these Canadian Arians, but he didn't know the specific location, and he had been looking for them like crazy for so many years, as if he had fallen into a demon.

Fortunately, Prosius is only interested in the Artes, and is not interested in other life on Earth, otherwise he would really become a sinner on this small primitive planet.

Thinking of this, Prosis felt a faint pain in his heart, hoping that the dead Manson could give a wake-up call to the remaining few people, don't always think that the sky is the boss, he is the second, you must know that there are people outside the sky.

Thinking of this, Prosis suddenly realized something, and asked: "I know very well how disciplined these people are, several of them have persevered over the years, why did Manson have a problem at this time, so strangely exposed the aura of his Canadian Clan?"

Prosius scratched his head and said, "How do I know this?" but I noticed that he seemed to be in a good mood before he went crazy, and he laughed so much that snot bubbles came out, so he may have inadvertently leaked the breath of the Canadian Clan. Of course, my old man is even happier when he sees him like that, oh, it's still very refreshing to think about it now!"

Prosis immediately asked, "Did you use a thousand stars on Manson, did he get any news out before he died?"

"You don't feel at ease with my old man's work? It's notoriously clean. It's a thousand stars on him, what's wrong?"

Prosius wondered.

"And what was the last thought in his mind?" Prosis tensed.

Prosius scratched his head and said slowly: "Let my old man think about it, oh, by the way, it seems that the target has appeared, roughly along the southern coast of China." In the end, this was the message that came to his mind the most. ”

"China's southern coast? Hehe, that's right! I see, it's really heavenly!"

Prosis said happily.

"What are you talking about, old man?"

Prosius wondered.

Prosis smiled mysteriously and said, "Prosius, do you want to lift the curse of the 'Oath Breaker'?"

Prosius was a little furious when he was looked at, and said carefully: "Of course I think about it, why don't we change it, and you can try the taste of being burned by the fire of the abyss every moment?"

Prosis smiled: "Now there is a great opportunity in front of you, it depends on whether you are willing or not?

I know it's just a breath of evil in your heart, do you really think you can kill all the Canadian Solar people? You are a member of their royal family? You are just a bully in this little star system that can't get out, bullying and bullying children who are not even in the third order of evolution.

Fortunately, you only killed one Manson and blocked the news in time, and the situation still has room to be salvaged. If you don't believe it, why don't you kill that little girl? You can kill one of them? The high-ranking royal family of the Canadian Solar clan will be killed here immediately, and by then the two of us will only be annihilated.

So, you just have to do this and this, and this and that. How's that? easy, right?"

After the two old men had bitten their ears for a long time, Prosius asked, "When will this be?"

"Until the man who is strong enough to cast a curse on the two of us!"

Prosis said.

"How is this possible?"

Prosius was shocked.

"What? Are you scared?"

Prochis said with disdain.

Prosius was the most unprovoked in his life, and when he saw the expression of the old man opposite him who despised him, he couldn't help but get angry, threw everything out of the clouds, and said loudly: "Afraid? Lao Tzu was born without knowing such a word." Old man, just stay here and wait for me to come back in triumph, you have to say it first, and then you will have to recognize me as the boss!"

"It's no problem to recognize you as an ancestor!"

Prosis smiled meaningfully.

At this moment, Prosis's mobile phone rang, he picked it up and answered it, and the other end of the phone said respectfully: "Mr. Prosis, it will be dawn soon, you see, is it time to return to the yacht?"

"Got it. ”

Prosis replied lightly, and then looked up at the dawn of the sea to conquer the gods. And the old man in black who had just spoken to him had long since disappeared.