"Whew."

Ning Fan exhaled a long breath of turbidity: Rain, stop.

The dark clouds dispersed, the moon bloomed like practice, the night breeze was soft, the mountains were full of flowers, the birds and birds flew up the branches to sing again, the fish and shrimp resurfaced and jumped, everything...

It's all so pleasing to the eye.

Apart from...

The severed limbs that covered the entire playground!

You can see:

Human skin and flesh are like mountains, white bones are like forests, human hair is like felt sheets, dry and scorched and bright like silver, green ground, turbid yellow soil, all stained red by blood.

Even the air was filled with a pungent fishy smell.

And Ning Fan stood quietly in the middle of the sea of corpses and blood, holding a white bone umbrella, dressed in red, unstained with fine dust, against the backdrop of the bright moonlight...

It's like a... Humanoid demons!

"The world is invincible, the white-robed floating slaughter! As soon as the red clothes come out, the world is vegetarian! ”

At this time, I don't know who took the lead in muttering.

Followed by.

The overwhelming mountain cry resounded in the sky!

"As soon as the red clothes come out, the world will be vegetarian!"

"As soon as the red clothes come out, the world will be vegetarian!"

"As soon as the red clothes come out, the world will be vegetarian!"

“…”

The survivors are wantonly venting their hearts, fanatical beliefs, the cold and arrogant figure under the moonlight, they worship her as God, she is theirs...

New Gods!

Sikong Falling Moon was also enthusiastic and excited when she heard it, and even forgot the fear that Chan Hongyi brought her, she was dominated by her subconscious, and her eyes were blurred...

moved to Chan Hongyi's front and stared straight at her.

"Red, she..."

Miss Cao Er's face changed slightly, and she was about to remind her best friend.

"It doesn't matter."

Ning Fan raised his hand first, interrupting what Cao Zijin was about to say, and then tilted his head slightly, and looked at Sikong Falling Moon: "Sikong Falling Moon..."

"Twenty-one years old, on the day of birth, both parents died, and the family was in the middle of the road."

"I was sent to an orphanage by my aunt, grew up in an orphanage, dropped out of high school before finishing high school, and barely made a living by selling the handicrafts I made."

"Three years ago."

"The fiancé who got married at the fingertips, came to the door to withdraw from the marriage, and you went abroad in a bad mood because you couldn't bear the humiliation, and joined the overseas killer group and became a professional killer."

"After the outbreak of the end times."

"You who have awakened the spatial ability originally wanted to cooperate with Ye Huaimin to create a career, but who knows, the Ye family is actually a hungry ghost with a lustful head, and a well-dressed beast."

"Hunger doesn't choose food... No, it can't be considered hungry, after all, you are also very beautiful, in short, he hit your head with greed. ”

"So, in order to protect yourself, you have to hide your true strength and deal with it, so as to wait for an opportunity to get out of the Dynasty Hotel, well... Let me guess. ”

"The realm on your surface is in the middle of the second order, but due to the particularity of the ability, under the full burst, your true strength can hardly shake the peak of the second order..."

"Am I right? Jade Rakshasa! ”

…

Swish!

Listening to Ning Fan like a few treasures, reading out his life experience.

Sikong Falling Moon was stunned all of a sudden, like a willow tree that was struck by lightning, and the whole person was stunned on the spot: "Miss Chan, you... We know each other? ”

The others are not the parties involved, and they may not have much reaction, but Sikong Falling Moon knows it: what Ning Fan said is true, and it is exactly the same!

It's as accurate as he has experienced it himself... How is this possible?

Could it be that he really knows yin and yang gossip and can count all the things in the world?

As an unswerving materialist, even if the end of the world is coming, zombies are outbreaking, and Sikong Falling Moon has never believed that there are ghosts, gods, immortals and Buddhas in the world.

Otherwise, why are all living beings suffering and the heavens not crossing?

But what Ning Fan said...

It's not something that can be investigated by scientific means!

There are even several things in it, and even the overseas killer group she once served for doesn't know... The intelligence capabilities of the killer group are always authoritative enough, right?

So.

How did Chan Hongyi do it?

…

"Of course not."

Looking in front of him, there was some doubt about the falling moon of life.

The corners of Ning Fan's mouth raised a meaningful arc, and he immediately stretched out his left hand: "If nothing else, today should be the first time we meet..."

"Nice to meet you, Miss Sikong."

I'm not happy at all!

Let's be honest.

The head of Sikong Falling Moon is still dizzy... However, because she didn't hit the smiling person, she had no choice but to hand out her right hand.

The two jade hands were staggered, and a cloud of black mist shrouded the two of them, confusing the public.

In the black fog.

From the perspective that others can't see, Ning Fan gently scratched his index finger on the palm of Sikong Falling Moon, and then intentionally or unintentionally drew circles, teasing His Excellency the Killer:

"As for how I found out... It doesn't matter, does it? ”

"Why did Miss Sikong come to our Qingping University, I don't need to repeat it, right? I have no ill intentions, as long as you are willing, Miss Sikong..."

"To be a close friend who talks about everything is ours... Home. ”

"What do you say?"

Ning Fan's goal of wanting to fall into the moon and have a sense of awe for himself has been achieved, so he has to start changing the topic, and even... It's time to get down to business.

If you don't wait for Sikong Falling Moon to continue to ask, it will definitely be a trouble.

Ning Fan has been taught.

Your Excellency the female killer's ability to speak is the top in the industry, as long as she wants to, as long as the other party has not undergone special training, there are few words that she can't use.

The key point is here: if there is, Ning Fan can't let her get out!

He didn't want Sikong Falling Moon to know that he was raised by her in his previous life... Little White Face: It's still the kind that tricked you with just a piece of French bread!

That's right.

In the previous life, Ning Fan and Sikong fell to the moon, which was the relationship between a rich woman, hungry, and a meal!

However, this deformed relationship did not affect the relationship between the two:

Probably because there's only one man around.

Sikong Luoyue cares about Ning Fan's thoughts very much, and takes care of Ning Fan's self-esteem, and even dotes on him a little unreasonably, so that she is in front of Ning Fan...

There are no secrets at all!

No matter what happened, if Ning Fan asked, she would say that even if she didn't know what Ning Fan asked, she would try her best to find out, and then come back and tell Ning Fan.

And the ones Ning Fan complained about above, life experience...

It was after a certain affection, when the two entered the sage mode and chatted, Sikong Falling Moon himself told him, and Ning Fan comforted her for a while at that time.

Falling Moon:

You are a dog, you know that you can be reborn, and you still want to rebel against Tiangang in the next life, ride on the head of the old lady, and you won't tell you so much if you kill the old lady!

…

Chan Hongyi has done nail art.

Experiencing the itchy feeling from the delicate palm, Sikong Falling Moon always felt that he was being teased by the girl in front of him, who was so beautiful that he couldn't be fathomed.

But she had no evidence: "Miss Chan, I very much agree with your point of view. ”

said.

She quietly pulled out her jade hand from the warmth of Chan's red clothes: "Open the skylight and say something bright, I'm coming to Qingping University this time..."

"I'm here to make friends with you, and even follow you, but..."

Hanging a pair of slender hands behind his back, Sikong Falling Moon turned his words: "Before that, I have one more question I want to ask you, I hope you can tell you the truth." ”

Ning Fan smiled as before: "But it doesn't hurt to say it." ”

"You understand why I'm eager to get out of the Dynasty Hotel."

Sikong Falling Moon spoke slowly, his tone was unhurried, and in the process, he kept staring at Ning Fan's face, as if observing the changes in his facial expressions:

"Let's be blunt."

"I don't care if you're a good person or a big devil, because my own hands are stained with the blood of countless people, and what I care about is..."

Speaking of which.

Sikong Falling Moon paused, his frost eyes flashed, and in every word, there was an incomparably terrifying power: "If I follow you, how will you treat me?" ”

A very interesting question.

She didn't ask what kind of treatment she could get by joining Qingping University, nor did she ask Ning Fan if she had the ability to compete with the Dynasty Hotel, but asked Ning Fan about the people around her...

Attitude!

Perhaps this seems to ordinary people to be a bit ridiculous: it's the same as when you go to a certain company for an interview, don't ask about salary, don't ask about benefits, and only ask if the boss is good.

But Ning Fan knew.

Sikong Falling Moon is such a person: her personality is like a lotus flower blooming on the top of a snow-capped mountain, confident, proud, conceited, and lonely.

She never thinks she needs it, and she never allows herself to need it, to live dependent on someone, as long as you can treat her sincerely, even if you let her sleep with you...

She was also willing!

Contrarily.

Even if you have mountains of gold and silver, she will still abandon you.

…

Thinking so.

Ning Fan's chest.

It seems that he has the best solution to the problem: I saw him take a step forward and gently hold Sikong Falling Moon's hands, and an extremely friendly charm slowly emanated from his body.

He lowered his head and stared into the eyes of the falling moon.

The pair of pupils as deep and charming as black gems are like a bottomless ocean, reflecting the shadow of the falling moon in the sky, and also reflecting... The whole world.

That moment.

Sikong fell into the moon and was infatuated with it, unable to extricate himself.

In a trance.

Your Excellency the Killer was shocked to see it... The other side of the world.

It was the real apocalypse: a flood of zombies, demons, giants taller than skyscrapers, behemoths bigger than the ocean, and flying bone dragons.

At the end of the universe, the old gods are whispering, the old rulers are singing, the demons are crawling out of the abyss, and humans are like lambs to the slaughter, fish on the chopping board.

The sound of supplication, the wail, accompanied by the flying of flesh and blood, is endless.

Despair!

Even if they are separated by a space corridor, Sikong Falling Moon can still clearly feel the despair, and the heart is like ashes... And yet, it is in such a world of despair.

A young man, with a horizontal sword, immediately stood in front of the alien army.

One person, just one person.

Dressed in a white robe, holding a broken knife in his hand, obviously the corners of his mouth are overflowing with blood, his sword eyes are dull, and his whole body is full of tenacious will.

In front of him, there was a lake of blood in all directions.

Beside him is a forest of thousands of white bones standing on monuments.

Only behind him is a spotless pure land.

An ancient god asked, "Is it worth it?" ”

The boy slowly turned around and looked in the direction of the falling moon.

Sikong Falling Moon's intuition told her that this young man was looking at her, and she could hear the young man's voice: "Looking back at the dust like smoke, a smile faded the bright moon, for her..."

"Millions of corpses!"

She understood.

This sentence was addressed to her.