Knowing the speed of the bone umbrella sword falling, it was very fast, and it was clear that Ning Fan's eyes were extremely resolute and ruthless, and it was clear that this was a fatal situation with no way to survive.

Everything looks like it's already in the boat.

However.

I waited a long time.

The heart-rending pain in the imagination of the little secretary, the tragedy of the eternal separation between heaven and man in the imagination of the man, and the picture of blood gushing like a spring in the imagination of Sikong falling from the moon have never appeared.

Only the sound of broken chains echoed through the empty room.

The secretary woman suddenly felt light, and the whole person fell to the ground like a roller coaster: "bang", lifting... Dusty.

The bodies of the three trembled at the same time.

The little secretary of black silk lying on the ground seemed to have a premonition.

The hands tentatively exerted a slight force, supporting the delicate body covered in bruises, and then the white and tender throat rolled, full of anticipation, and cautious beautiful eyes...

Slowly open your eyes:

The bright red that greeted the eyes was like walking in the chaotic world, the supreme and majestic deity, with an expressionless face, condescending to overlook a man and a woman.

Her eyes were so indifferent.

If all the living beings in the world are afraid of it, they can't enter his eyes: but it is in this indifference that the woman reads an indescribable... Commiseration!

God has mercy on the world!

The gentleness that belongs to the gods alone, the supreme gift to the world, is the creation of heaven.

"Do you have the strength to stand up? Get dressed and come with me. Putting away the White Bone Umbrella Sword, Fan spoke calmly, as if he was narrating a trivial matter.

"Your Excellency... What is the meaning? ”

The woman already had the answer in her heart, but she was not sure: she was not sure that in this eye, it was difficult to find a trace of human "God" who would redeem herself.

So.

She wanted to ask... God's will!

"Didn't you say you were tired of the darkness?"

Hearing this, Ning Fan bypassed a man and a woman, walked straight to a reinforced concrete wall, raised his right hand, aimed at the edge of the wall, and smiled, suddenly like a night of spring breeze:

"So, I'll take you... Run to the light! ”

"Boom!"

The moment the sound fell, Ning Fan's fist slammed down, and the cement wall shattered in response.

That moment.

The sun rises in the east, and the purple air comes from the east.

A dazzling morning sun rises on the horizon, and a faint but symbolic dawn of newborn hope shines into the dark and damp room.

The mountains and rivers are full of credit charm, and the rain and dew lead the guests.

Ning Fan opened his arms and embraced the long-lost warmth, the golden sun, as if he had crossed a layer of majestic golden body: like jade, like a fairy, like a dream, like a fantasy.

Can't help but be overjoyed.

The Devil's Heart Prototype... Appear!

...

Half a quarter of an hour later.

The men and women who had sorted out their clothes and picked up their mood followed closely behind Ning Fan and Sikong Falling Moon: the four of them boarded the elevator with a diesel generator and drove it.

Ning Fan asked, "What's your name?" ”

"I... My name is Bai Yujiao, and my husband's name is Zhao Zijing. ”

The woman who pretended to be a secretary who called herself Bai Yujiao had obviously not recovered from the surprise that fell from the sky: when she heard Ning Fan's question, she had to be stunned for a few seconds before she could answer.

"What did you do before the end of the world?"

"I used to be Ye Huaimin's secretary, and my husband was a security guard of the dynasty."

"The master went down the mountain to play the iceberg beauty of the flower capital... Sticky to the master? ”

"Uh... The secretary is not an iceberg beauty president, right? ”

"Just kidding... Eh, why are you two together? What do you like about him? Don't get me wrong, I don't mean anything malicious, I'm just curious, just asking. ”

"Sister Xiaochan, when did you become so gossipy?" Sikong Falling Moon suddenly interjected: at first glance, it seemed to be curious about Ning Fan's abnormal behavior.

As a matter of fact.

She was a little dissatisfied that Ning Fan took the initiative to find Bai Yujiao to chat.

Only...

Inexplicably uncomfortable.

But if you ask her what exactly is uncomfortable, she can't answer.

…

When the elevator arrived, two men and two women, two in front and two behind, walked out of the revolving door of the four wings.

Stopping in the shaded flowers in front of the hotel, enjoying the breeze and the sun, looking back at this behemoth that once ruled Qingping Street, I don't know how much, I have different thoughts.

Ning Fan is just simply happy: the Dynasty Hotel is the biggest obstacle to his rule over Qingping Street, and now that the obstacle has been removed, there is no more power to prevent the unification of Qingping...

Plan for days.

Finally took the first step to reign in the world, and my heart was naturally happy.

…

And Sikong Falling to the Moon is a mixed bag: there are feelings, amazements, and memories of what is right and wrong, but the most is the worship of Chan Hongyi.

As a gold medal killer who once worked for the Dynasty Hotel and was loyal to Ye Huaimin, she knows better than anyone how terrifying the foundation of the Dynasty Hotel is.

Because of this, before meeting Ning Fan.

She never dreamed that one day, there would be a person who could destroy the prosperous dynasty and the uncrowned king of Qingping Street with his own strength.

And the whole process.

It's all so relaxed, so smooth, all in one go.

It was as if he had just come to the Dynasty Hotel for a walk, as if he had gone to a department store, and the towering tree had fallen apart.

The most throbbing thing about Sikong Falling Moon is that she is a witness to history: the feeling of witnessing the rise and fall of dynasties right under her nose...

Far more real than hearsay, but also more... Thrilling!

It is conceivable that his heart worships Chan Hongyi, and what kind of situation it has reached: the awe and respect here are like surging rivers, endless, and like the flooding of the Yellow River, it is not an exaggeration at all!

…

As for Bai Yujiao and his wife: the two of them have much more complicated ideas.

On the one hand.

It was the shock of coming from hell to heaven overnight: the extreme contrast in it gave them the feeling that it was like a drunken dream.

The dream, as brilliant and colorful as foam, was intoxicating and fragile.

It's a very unreal taste.

They are afraid of waking up, and they are willing to fall into it, so back and forth, so that in the bottom of their hearts, they can't help but derive a certain emotion that is almost suffering from gains and losses...

Overwhelmed.

On the other hand, it is a confusion about the future: although when Ning Fan rescued them, he clearly told them that he would not abuse them like Ye Huaimin.

But through the heavy steel plate of the elevator, you can smell the smell of blood, and the dignified gold medal killer, when you look at Xiaochan, the eyes are like gods.

All of them are telling them: The woman in front of her is an existence ten thousand times more terrifying than Ye Huaimin, and the day she frowned, the whole world...

will usher in the real end!

They were afraid of him.

Therefore, he did not have the courage to speculate about his future.

Of course.

At present, they can only follow Ning Fan's path.

Let's not talk about whether they have the ability to survive in the last days of zombies if they leave Ning Fan's protection, just from the point of view of saving their lives:

If you treat them well, that is their blessing;

If they are evil, it will be their woe.

They can only resign themselves to fate.

In the last days, the weak are like that... Lamentable.

Their lives are like mustards, and at any time, they have no right to control their own lives; They can't help themselves, and they don't have the room to choose anything.

Face the strongest.

All they can do is pray that their new master will still have a little humanity...

That's all!