"Now, is there anything else you'd like to say?" Lin Qiye squinted at the prison disaster and slowly spoke.

"That'...... What exactly? The imprisoned Prison Scourge couldn't help but ask, "That's not the breath that humans can release...... Is that an artifact? ”

"It's not an artifact, it's just an ordinary chopstick, but it contains someone's power."

Lin Qiye walked in front of the prison disaster, put the half-cut wooden chopsticks in front of him, and said lightly:

"Who said there was an end to humanity?

Who says that humans are destined to be invincible?

I once witnessed a man break through that ceiling, hold the law in his hand, slash the gods with his sword, and find a way for humanity to survive......

This wooden chopsticks came from him. ”

Hold the law in your hand, and slash the gods with your sword......

The prison disaster muttered to himself.

There was a glimmer in his eyes.

This kind of person...... Does it really exist? Is it really possible for human beings to kill gods?

"Who is he? What's his name? The prison disaster raised his head and looked at Lin Qiye, his eyes full of longing.

Lin Qiye paused for a moment and slowly spoke: "Great Xia Red Dust Sword Immortal, Zhou Ping." ”

"Zhou Ping ......"

The Prison Scourge muttered the name over and over again, and sighed, "How nice it would be if I could see that scene with my own eyes......

He shook his head and looked up at Lin Qiye, his eyes had calmed down, "Destroy this cage, although I didn't see the scene where he slashed the gods with his sword, but I have no regrets when I can see the sword that slashed the thunder beast."

Unexpectedly, what I had pursued all my life but could not touch, I actually saw it with my own eyes before I died......"

The Prison Disaster laughed self-deprecatingly.

Lin Qiye stretched out his hand, grabbed a black cage fence on the prison disaster's body, and said lightly: "Farewell, oracle." ”

Qiang ——!

The cage inserted in the prison disaster was pulled out by Lin Qiye himself, and the vitality that was forcibly left in his body quickly dissipated at the moment when the cage was destroyed.

The light in the Hell's eyes faded, his head bowed, facing the place where the sword mark was, half-kneeling in the ruins, completely lifeless.

Like a devout seeker, he fell on his knees on the wrong path and bowed his head in repentance.

He's dead.

Lin Qiye looked at the prison disaster that was half-kneeling on the ground with a complicated expression, and turned around and walked towards the city.

His figure disappeared into the dust.

Tokyo, devastated and devastated.

……

Half a day later.

Hokkaido.

Leisure clubhouse.

Baili Chubby sat on the leather sofa, holding champagne in his right hand and shaking gently, and the spherical ice cubes collided with the wall of the glass, making a tinkling sound.

He took a sip and smacked his lips:

"It's been a long time since I've drunk such good wine...... It's worthy of being my brother, you can mix it up wherever you go! ”

Baili Chubby took champagne, walked to Shen Qingzhu and sat down, leaned into his ear and asked, "Brother Tu, do you have a ...... here?" Flower girl? I haven't seen it yet, so why don't you call a few of them up and play with them for a while? ”

Shen Qingzhu glanced at him and thought seriously for a moment, "There are no flower girls, there are a lot of male models, do you need me to call a few to accompany you?" ”

“…… That's still forget it, sir, I'm not interested in men. Baili Chubby shrugged his shoulders, "However, you can ask Sister Lan if she needs ......."

Baili Chubby winked at Jia Lan on the side.

Jia Lan was stunned for a moment, as if she remembered something, pursed her mouth slightly, and said sourly:

"Male model? Then it's better to be called a cowherd...... I've heard that someone has become a rising star in the Japanese cowherd world, that the girls he has accompanied can go around Tokyo, and that every night there are a lot of rich women willing to break the bank for him. ”

"A new star in the Cowherd world?" Baili was chubby and dazed, "Who?" ”

"It's not me anyway, I've been locked up in the [Pure Land] for two years." Cao Yuan was the first to deny it.

"It's not me, I've always been with Jiang Er." An Qingyu then said.

The air fell silent suddenly.

Everyone's eyes looked at Shen Qingzhu.

Shen Qingzhu was silent for a long time, "Don't look at it, it's not me, I'm the leader of the black killing team, how can I be a cowherd?" ”

None of these people are there, so that's all that's left......

"Seven nights? What about Seven Nights? Baili Chubby's eyes widened.

"He said that he was going to pay tribute to the deceased with his colleagues."

"Colleague? Where did he come from? ”

Shen Qingzhu thought about it, took out a moment in his arms, and took out a crumpled leaflet, which should have been left months ago, the paper was very thin, and there was a sense of cheapness.

Shen Qingzhu put the flyer on the table and smoothed it vigorously, and the six words "Black Sycamore Club" were written on the top of the flyer with blue-purple strokes, and there were four men standing directly below the words.

The two men in the middle occupy nearly half of the leaflet, and the one on the left is wearing a blue-gray floral yukata, with a loose collar and a well-proportioned collarbone that sets off a perfect body line, slender but powerful, with a handsome face, and eyes as cold and deep as a long knife in the rain.

The man on the right is wearing a black and red floral bathrobe, holding a red umbrella, and under his messy and casual black hair, a handsome face looks indifferently ahead, looking down on all beings like a king.

"Hiss!!"

The moment they saw this face, everyone present gasped except for Shen Qingzhu!

Shen Qingzhu was not surprised by this, after all, he had personally been to the Black Sycamore many times, and he was even fortunate enough to accept the "co-service" of the two on the flyer in the small room of the Black Killing Group.

"It's Seven Nights!?" Baili Chubby said in disbelief, "He, he...... Did he really run away to be a cowherd? ”

Cao Yuan stared at the photo of Lin Qiye on the flyer and couldn't help but swallow.

"Don't say it...... It's pretty good-looking. ”

"I'll bring it back and make a copy of it later." An Qingyu said seriously, "I'm going to frame it." ”

Jia Lan stared at the handsome figure on the flyer, and when she heard this, she stood up suddenly, grabbed the flyer and hugged it in her arms, shook her head resolutely and said:

"No! I'm the only one to keep this stuff! ”

"Sister Lan, don't be so stingy!" Baili Chubby stood up with a smile, "This kind of thing, of course, everyone has to share it together." ”

"yes, you show us again, we haven't finished reading it yet......"

Under the persuasion of everyone, Garan reluctantly put the flyer back on the table.

On the flyer, in addition to the two C-position debuted cowherds in the center, in a small area behind them, there was a handsome guy wearing a white and yellow floral bathrobe with blond hair, standing behind the two with a smile.

"This is also quite handsome, but compared to Qiye and another person, it is still a little worse." Baili Chubby tasted it seriously.

Suddenly, he seemed to have discovered something.

He stretched out his hand and pointed above the three of them, the middle-aged man who opened his arms and smiled and hugged the three of them, and asked suspiciously, "Where is this uncle?" Who is he? Is it also a cowherd? ”

"Yes."

This time, it was An Qingyu who said it.

He was silent for a moment, and added, "This is Japan's No. 1 Cowherd, Kyosuke." ”