In the deserted alley, a red-eyed figure hidden in the darkness whispered softly under the moonlight.
"What did you say?!"
The silver-haired girl's eyes lit up with hope, "Do you know how I should go back?"
"To be precise, it's the person behind me who knows." Black Shadow replied calmly, "He said that you have the aura of the real world in your body. Only by completely completing the dimension upgrade and breaking the barriers of the world can you find a way home. direction… "
"Real world? What do you mean? Is this world fake?"
"I don't know the specifics."
"Then what should I do to increase my dimension?"
The shadow didn't speak. With a flick of his fingertips, a snow-white letter floated into Memorial's hands. The latter immediately opened it and read it.
Her brows furrowed tighter and tighter. After a long time, she looked at the black shadow again:
"Will this really allow me to go home?"
"The one who never lies."
Memorial read this letter several times and fell into deep thought...
"How is it? Do you accept this deal?" Seeing that the girl was still hesitant, the black shadow asked again.
Memorial did not speak, but slowly closed her eyes. When she opened them again, a pair of rings connected head to tail began to rotate slowly in her pupils, and a mysterious aura escaped from her body!
When Heiying saw this, his heart was shocked. The girl in front of him seemed to be a different person. The emotion in his eyes completely disappeared, and she was as cold as a machine that could understand all things!
Even the well-informed Heiying was shocked at this moment. He who always boasted that he could pry into the secrets of the world actually felt like being seen through by others. And the person who did all this was just a seemingly inhuman person. Harmful girl.
Fortunately, this breath only lasted for a few seconds, and then suddenly dissipated. Memorial's face instantly turned pale, as if he had been drained dry and looked extremely haggard.
She held onto the wall beside her with one hand, and a strange light appeared in her eyes as she looked at the letter. After a moment of hesitation, she gently rubbed her fingertips, and the letter collapsed into countless pixels and disappeared into the air.
"Okay... I accept this deal." Memorial said hoarsely.
"...You, what kind of ability is this?" Black Shadow couldn't help but ask.
"Tao supernatural power." Memorial paused, "It's been passed down from our ancestors, but even if I tell you, you don't understand it."
Black Shadow:…
As a spy, he was despised by a little girl...
"I have brought the letter, farewell." The black shadow pulled down the brim of his hat, bowed slightly to the girl, and the next moment he escaped into the night sky and disappeared without a trace.
Memorial took a deep breath, and a trace of color finally returned to her pale face. She put on her hood again and looked at the bright moon.
"Lin Qiye..."
…
[2016]
"Teacher, what shall we learn today?"
Looking at Zhou Ping's firm and expectant eyes, Uncle Shang suddenly felt tired.
"Learn how to control your power." He said, "Although your total mental power is not much inferior to mine, you still need to strengthen your control of the Forbidden Ruins. Otherwise, even if you have this endless treasure house, you will not be able to possess it. Corresponding combat effectiveness."
"Oh." Zhou Ping sat on the rickety minibus and nodded in understanding, "But why do we have to go to the mountains for class?"
"… Because your mental power is so strong, if something goes wrong in the control process, half of Xijin City will explode."
Zhou Ping opened his mouth slightly with an expression of disbelief.
"Am I...so powerful?"
“…”
If Uncle Shang hadn't known Zhou Ping's character, he would have really thought that the other party was in Versailles... It is no exaggeration to say that this young man in front of him, who seems to have no half-hearted mind, has almost the most powerful talent in history. Compared with him, Up, even the two monsters Wang Qing and Ye Fan were inferior.
"Teacher, why don't you speak?" Zhou Ping asked cautiously, "Did I say something wrong again?"
"...No, I'm just tired."
"oh."
The two fell into silence again.
The driver looked back at Zhou Ping who was talking to himself, muttered something with a strange expression, and then opened the door of the minibus.
"We've arrived."
Zhou Ping quickly got out of the car. As if he was afraid that he would regret it, the minibus stepped on the accelerator and sped away. Zhou Ping followed Uncle Shang's guidance and came to a wide and deserted open space.
"For us, controlling mental power is actually the process of maximizing the power of the Forbidden City. If the Forbidden City is compared to an engine, then mental power is the fuel used to drive the engine. Only by improving the conversion efficiency of the fuel can we maximize the power of the Forbidden City. Use your strength.”
Uncle Shang floated next to Zhou Ping and said seriously, "Your forbidden ruins have never appeared in history, so the first task is to understand it first."
"Uh-huh."
Zhou Ping took out a notebook from somewhere and recorded it carefully.
"..." Uncle Shang opened his mouth to say something, but seeing how serious Zhou Ping was, he couldn't say much. "From your previous description, your forbidden ruins should be related to the 'heart' and the 'sword'..."
Zhou Ping paused at the tip of his pen.
He thought with some distress for a moment and asked cautiously:
"So... do you want to cut out my heart again?"
"???"
Uncle Shang pointed to the backpack on the ground, with helplessness written all over his face, "Why are you digging your heart out... Didn't I ask you to go to the toy store and buy a sword? Try this first."
"oh."
Zhou Ping breathed a sigh of relief, quickly opened his backpack and took out a plastic package with Ultraman's pattern on it.
Seeing the clearly visible label "Suitable for babies 3 years and older" on the surface of the package, Uncle Shang's mouth twitched violently. He pointed at the plastic toy sword that was no longer than an arm, and it took him a long time to say:
"You... just bought this? You might as well buy a wooden one!"
"Wooden swords are very expensive and I have no money."
“…”
Zhou Ping unpacked the plastic package, put it in his hands and started playing with it, his eyes full of curiosity... After all, he had only seen this kind of thing in the hands of other children when he was a child.
"Can this toy sword really be used?" Uncle Shang couldn't help but ask.
"Let me try."
Zhou Ping held the toy sword, stretched out his thumb solemnly, and pressed the inlaid Ultraman head on the hilt. There was a click, and the plastic sword body suddenly flashed with a red and yellow light band!
"Ultraman Taiga!! Transformation!!"
“Dudu~dududu~~dududududu~~~~”
Sonorous and powerful electronic sounds and passionate BGM came from the sword, echoing over the deserted wilderness.
Uncle Shang:…
Uncle Shang was about to say something, when at the next moment, a fierce sword energy shot into the sky!
Ding! ! !
The mighty sword energy like the sea pierced the dome like an invisible pillar, and the terrifying pressure instantly descended on the wilderness. The sand and dust under the feet trembled slightly under the sweep of the sword energy, and could not stop being swept up to the sky!
Really works? ! !
Uncle Shang looked at Zhou Ping standing in the sword energy, and the surprise on his face gradually turned into calm, as if he was deep in thought.
Uncle Shang has seen too many powerful Forbidden Ruins and even Divine Ruins. Generally speaking, no matter how complex the abilities of the Forbidden Ruins seem to be, they still have only one characteristic. However, Zhou Ping in front of him is an exception... Whether it is the glazed heart , or the terrifying sword energy, it doesn’t matter how you look at it
Does he have two kinds of forbidden ruins
Snapped!
Just as Uncle Shang was deep in thought, a crisp explosion came from the front.
In the fierce sword aura, the toy Ultra Sword made of plastic had exploded into countless pieces, and the impassioned battle background music came to an abrupt end. At the same time, the soaring sword aura also dissipated.
On the ground covered with sword marks, Zhou Ping stared blankly at the Ultra toy sword in his hand, with distress and guilt in his eyes.
"Teacher... it exploded." Zhou Ping whispered.
"..." Uncle Shang had an expression that he had guessed a long time ago, "How can a toy sword withstand your 'Klein' level sword energy? Being able to persist for such a long time shows that this toy manufacturer is already quite conscientious. "
"But if the sword is gone, how will the class proceed?"
"Can you release sword energy without using a sword?"
"Huh? It's impossible, right?"
"Why?"
"The swordsmen in the book all hold swords. How can you use sword energy if you don't hold a sword?" Zhou Ping said matter-of-factly.
Uncle Shang was stunned for a moment, then seemed to notice something, "In the book? What book?"
Zhou Ping reached into his bag and dug for a while.
"this."
Uncle Shang took the book from Zhou Ping's hand and looked down.
- "Swordsman".
Uncle Shang was stunned for a long time, looking at Zhou Ping with a strange expression.
"What's wrong, teacher?"
"...It's nothing." Uncle Shang said slowly, "Anyway, the sword is gone now. Let's take a rest for a while...I'll go to the woods nearby to see if there are any branches that look like swords. You can read here. wait for me."
"good."
Zhou Ping opened his portable pony and sat down, picked up the book and started reading seriously. Uncle Shang glanced at him and floated towards the woods in the distance.
Of course, he didn't actually look for the branch. Now he was just looking at him. Even if he found the branch, he couldn't bring it back... Uncle Shang stood in the middle of a dense jungle, observing Zhou Ping on the wasteland from a distance.
Although it was afternoon, the sky was not as bright as before. Thick dark clouds gradually gathered over Xijin City. Under the dim sky, a heavy rain seemed to be brewing.
The strong wind blew up from the wilderness and the dust and sand moved away. Zhou Ping was completely unaware of this.
He was holding the book and sitting on a low pony, as if he had been completely immersed in the world of the book. Even if the strong wind blew the corners of his clothes and the pages of the book, he remained as still as a rock.
In this dark and barren world, his eyes are as bright as stars.
"This is… "
Uncle Shang narrowed his eyes slightly and locked his gaze on Zhou Ping's right hand holding the book. The index finger moved unconsciously in the void, as if he was simulating something, and subtle sword intentions flowed from it.
Tick tock—tick tock—
Continuous raindrops fell from the dark clouds and soaked the earth. Birds hid under the dense forest.
At this time, Zhou Ping seemed to have read something exciting and intense. The light in his eyes became brighter and brighter. He was holding the book intoxicated. Even though the umbrella was in the bag beside him, he had no intention of taking it... rather, He didn't even notice that it was raining.
As the fight in the book became more intense, Zhou Ping's unconscious fingers waved faster, and wisps of sword intent poured out of his body, as if there were countless translucent sword lights intertwining in the void.
Before the dripping rain touched Zhou Ping's clothes, it was shattered in mid-air by the sword intent. Even if the rain got heavier and heavier, not a single drop could touch the corners of his clothes.
The pouring rain watered the wilderness, and misty water vapor transpired from the mountains, but the half-meter-long area near Zhou Ping was still as dry as ever!
Zhou Ping, who was intoxicated with the book at this moment, was like a god.
The dense rain penetrated Uncle Shang's body. He stared blankly at Zhou Ping in the rain, with shock in his eyes...
"I see, no wonder..." He looked at Zhou Ping with complicated and pleased eyes.
The clouds and rain in the mountains come and go quickly.
The downpour lasted for more than ten minutes, and then slowly drifted into the distance. Under the clear sky after the rain, the baptized mountain forest released the fragrance of soil and grass. The sun enveloped the earth, and an illusory figure slowly walked towards it. .
"Zhou Ping."
"Teacher?" Hearing Uncle Shang's call, Zhou Ping woke up from a dream.
Holding the book in his arms, he saw the wet ground around him from the corner of his eye and spoke blankly,
"Hey... why is the ground wet? Teacher, did it rain just now?"
Uncle Shang looked at the young man in black shirt under the sun, with a happy smile on his lips. He patted Zhou Ping on the shoulder in vain and said softly:
"Humanity is extremely lucky to have you."
…
[2012]
On Jiuhua Mountain.
Ye Fan walked along the stone steps to the top of the mountain with ease.
As the clouds got closer and closer to him, an ancient Buddhist temple appeared in the field of vision. The bright yellow walls were stained with dust and vines under the baptism of time. As the melodious bells rang, a ray of sunshine fell on the temple. before the door.
Ye Fan walked up the last step, patted the corner of his clothes, and stepped into the threshold.
"Uncle Junior, are you back?"
A young monk who was sweeping the fallen leaves saw Ye Fan, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he walked forward quickly carrying a broom that was taller than himself.
"Good morning, Huiming." Ye Fan smiled and touched his head, "Where is the master?"
"The Archmage is receiving guests."
"Visitor? Who is it?"
"A big sister, she is pretty, but she looks a bit fierce... By the way, she is also wearing a dark red cloak, just like the one you wore before, my junior uncle."
Hearing this, Ye Fan was stunned for a moment, turned his head and looked in the direction of the reception room, wondering what he was thinking about.
After hesitating for a moment, he walked straight to the reception room.
"Uncle Master, would you like to stay and have a vegetarian meal together today?" the young monk asked from behind.
"...Probably not."
Ye Fan passed through the front hall of the temple and was thinking about things as he moved forward quickly when a figure bumped into him.
Ye Fan suddenly came back to his senses, and quickly dodged to the side. Unexpectedly, the figure on the opposite side dodged faster than him. The two drew an arc behind the hall like Tai Chi, and settled down to stare at each other.
"Huh?" Ye Fan looked at the stranger in front of him in surprise, "Who are you? Why have I never seen you before?"
That was a young man also wearing monk's robes... No, strictly speaking, that was just a boy of seven or eight years old. Different from the little monk Huiming just now, the child in front of him has not shaved his head, but the length of his hair is not much different from that of a shaved man. His face is cold and cold, and he is obviously young, but he has an inexplicable fierceness.
The young man glanced at him coldly and walked to the other end of the hall without looking back.
Ye Fan:…
Ye Fan, who was ignored, had a subtle expression on his face. He looked at the back of the young man who was leaving, filled with curiosity.
He could feel that this child had an aura that was different from ordinary people...
Ye Fan did not ask further questions, but walked directly into the reception room. Anyway, the child was also from this temple, and Master Jin Chan should be able to answer his doubts.
The reception room is a slightly empty Zen room. On the simple bed, there are several chairs and wooden tables. At this moment, two people are sitting on both sides of the wooden table. One is Master Jinchan wearing cassock. , the other is a woman wearing a dark red cloak.
"Hey, little Ye Fan is back?" When the woman saw Ye Fan coming, her beautiful eyes suddenly turned into crescent moons, and she said with a smile,
"Come on, come on, I just got a new batch of treasures, come and try them too!"
As she spoke, she took out a silver wine bottle from behind her buttocks. As the lid was opened, the rich aroma of wine suddenly filled the entire reception room.
Seeing this, Master Jin Chan on the other side said helplessly:
"Donor Wang Qing... pay attention, this is an important place for Buddhism."
"What happened to the important place of Buddhism?"
"In this important place of Buddhism, drinking is not allowed."
"What evidence do you have that what I put in this is wine?" Wang Qing burped and grinned, "What I put in this is natural mineral water."
"... Donor, even I can smell the aroma of this wine."
"Yes?" Wang Qing blinked and turned to look at Ye Fan, "Do you smell the smell of wine?"
Ye Fan:…
Under the gaze of two eyes, Ye Fan's body suddenly stiffened.
"...Commander, please stop playing around." Ye Fan said bitterly, "After all, this is my master's territory. Let's restrain ourselves..."
"Commander? Who are you calling?"
"... Wang... Sister Wang." Ye Fan almost gritted his teeth and shouted out three words.
Wang Qing laughed and then twisted the wine bottle. Master Jin Chan beside him finally relaxed and took a deep breath of air...
"But... why are you here?" Ye Fan asked the doubts in his heart.
"Oh, I'll bring the reinforcements."
Wang Qing secretly glanced at Master Jin Chan opposite, then sighed and said with a troubled expression, "Xiao Ye Fan, you don't know how difficult this summer is... I received the news this morning, in the mist Those guys have already come to Daxia. In addition to Gaia, there are two or three main gods in Olympus who are also taking action. There is also news that Loki, the god of trickery, has also made some moves... If you calculate it this way, it's five, six, seven or eight. Nine main gods!
They will arrive in Daxia tomorrow at the latest, and by then there will be another catastrophe... How can we block so many gods with just a few of us humans? "
Hearing this, Ye Fan's pupils shrank slightly,
"The battle of gods is coming? So soon?"
"So, we need to find help." Wang Qing raised her head directly this time and looked at the Great Master Jin Chan eagerly, fervently and full of hope, "Now it is difficult for us to rely on the strength of mortals to support Daxia. This disaster... Master, do you understand what I mean?"
Ye Fan also looked at Master Jin Chan, doubts rising in his heart...
helper? Mortal power? Commander, what is this alluding to
"It's not that I don't want to help... it's just that I can't help." Grand Master Jin Chan shook his head. "Although I used secret methods to reincarnate quickly, my cultivation has not been fully restored... Not to mention the main god, even the minor god, I can't win."
"Then when can you recover?"
"If you want to return to the level of fighting with God... it will take at least ten years."
Hearing these words, Wang Qing felt like a deflated rubber ball. She fell directly on the table, her eyes were hollow, and she muttered something like "Da Xia is over", "It's gone", "This old man really can't help" Words like "I'm busy" and "How about demolishing this temple to stimulate him" made Master Jin Chan's eyelids jump.
"Master, Commander... what are you talking about?" Ye Fan said in confusion.
Wang Qing lay on the table, waved her hands, and said desperately, "I'll tell you later..."
"Almsgiver Wang Qing, I have already said what I should say... While there is still time now, instead of wasting my time here, it is better to make some preparations." Master Jin Chan said slowly, "Although this calamity is fierce, it is also It may not be a doomed situation, maybe everything will turn around.”
"You're such an old man, you're just becoming the Riddler every day when you can't help me."
Wang Qing rolled her eyes, took out the wine bottle and drank it in one gulp in front of Master Jin Chan, and then walked straight out the door.
Ye Fan was about to follow up when Master Jin Chan behind him suddenly spoke:
"Ye Fan, please stay for a while."
Ye Fan stopped.
"What's wrong, master?"
Master Jin Chan stared at Ye Fan with his eyes, as if he had penetrated something.
"Have you been in contact with anyone recently?"
"people?"
"You have an extra layer of luck."
"Luck?" After hearing this, Ye Fan's mind suddenly showed the appearance of little Zhou Ping, "Yes, I met a child... an incredible child."
"This child's fate is not simple..." Grand Master Jin Chan's eyes were deep, "This child is the sword of goodness in the world. If it can be fully trained in the world of mortals, it will definitely support the destiny of all living beings in the world... It's a pity..."
"What a pity? What's a pity?" Ye Fan's heart skipped a beat.
"It's a pity that this son is destined to suffer a disaster. Even if the sound of the sword resounds throughout the world, it is only a flash in the pan. He cannot escape the fate of being destroyed by the sword..."
Ye Fan froze in place.
"How could this happen? Isn't there a way to overcome the disaster?"
Talent aside, although Ye Fan only had contact with Zhou Ping for a short time, the other party's pure nature was really endearing... If not, he would not risk being punished and secretly eliminate Zhou Ping. Get rid of that couple of bitches.
At this moment, Ye Fan has not seen Zhou Ping rise and shine in this world, but he heard that he is going to die young... How can he be willing to do so
"There is a way to overcome the calamity..." Archmage Jin Chan gave Ye Fan a meaningful look, "The sword is easy to break because there is no scabbard to protect it... He can't escape that calamity unless someone carries it for him. Down."
"Scabbard?"
Ye Fan was slightly startled when he saw Master Jin Chan's gaze, and then seemed to realize something, "You mean..."
Ye Fan did not say the remaining half of the sentence. As a disciple of Master Jin Chan, his understanding is naturally not low. The figure of the young man holding the sword once again appeared in his mind. In that young man, he saw the best side of mankind and the future of mankind.
I'll wait for you to grow up.
Ye Fan thought of what he had said, feeling a little helpless and a little enlightened... Maybe when he said those words, his fate was already doomed.
"In that case, I will protect him when he grows up and serve as his scabbard." Ye Fan said calmly.
"Have you...really thought about it?"
"Ye Fan knows that his talent is limited, and I am afraid that he will not be able to break the barrier between man and god in this life... If he sacrifices his ego to get a peerless sword for mankind, what's wrong with it?" Ye Fan smiled, "More Besides, he’s really good.”
Master Jin Chan looked at Ye Fan for a long time and sighed.
"Since you have made up your mind, I won't say any more, my master... Go and help Wang Qing. Next, Daxia will face a fierce battle."
"yes."
Ye Fan turned around and was about to leave, then seemed to remember something, turned around and asked:
"By the way, master, I just saw a young man at the back of the palace that I have never seen before. Who is he?"
"Him?" Master Jin Chan smiled slightly.
"His name is Cao Yuan."
…
"Jingle Bell-"
Uncle Shang's brows furrowed slightly as the clear ringtone of his mobile phone rang in the awning boat floating on the sea.
He closed his eyes tightly, fumbled to pick up the phone, and pressed the dial button.
"Hello? Commander Wang Qing?"
“…”
What did the person on the other end of the phone say? Uncle Shang's brows furrowed more and more tightly. He was silent for a moment, his voice a little hoarse:
"Are they finally coming..."
"I know, I'll go there now."
Uncle Shang hung up the phone, and the dim lights swayed on the boat. He was like a stone sculpture, motionless.
…
[2016]
The minibus bumped and swayed on the rugged mountain road, and there were only two or three passengers in the empty bus. Even so, there was still a young man hiding in the very edge of the last row, separating himself from the others. , well hidden.
Boom-boom-boom…
As the car bumped, Zhou Ping's sleeping head hit the window again and again, but he showed no intention of waking up, and his forehead was a little red.
Looking at the exhausted Zhou Ping beside him, Uncle Shang sighed.
After understanding the principles of Zhou Ping's Forbidden Ruins, Uncle Shang immediately conducted a series of experiments on the characteristics of the Forbidden Ruins and created a training method tailored for Zhou Ping. He dictated and Zhou Ping wrote furiously. By the time the sun went down, he had already written A book full of soft copies.
After suffering all the "torture", even Zhou Ping, who was in the "Klein" realm, couldn't bear it. As soon as he got on the minibus, he fell asleep.
The setting sun shines through the dusty car window and onto Zhou Ping's sleeping cheek. With his even and steady breathing, the sunset glow seems to be washed, as clean as a pale gold work of art.
Uncle Shang sat aside and looked at him quietly,
Zhou Ping is his student, the most special student, and most likely the last student.
He also wanted to accompany this student on a longer journey and witness his growth with his own eyes, but unfortunately, their fate seemed to have come to an end.
"Zhou Ping." Uncle Shang said softly.
Zhou Ping was still asleep, tapping his forehead on the window.
"Zhou Ping."
"Ah?" Zhou Ping woke up suddenly, rubbing his sleepy eyes, "What's wrong, teacher? Is it time to get off the car?"
"...Well." Uncle Shang glanced at the minibus that was about to arrive at the station, "It's time for you to get off..."
"oh… "
Zhou Ping immediately started carrying his bag.
"Zhou Ping, you must practice what I teach you carefully. As long as you follow the above methods, you will soon be able to master your own power skillfully. You can't slack off even for a day. Do you understand?"
"Of course." Zhou Ping nodded heavily, "The homework assigned by the teacher must be completed."
"Perhaps before long, a group of people wearing dark red cloaks will come to you. You can trust them and use your sword to protect them, you know?"
Zhou Ping didn’t seem to understand what Uncle Shang meant, but he still nodded:
"Okay, I will."
"Also, you can't be too simple... Maybe you can watch "The Legend of Zhen Huan" to gain some perspective."
"Ah?" Zhou Ping scratched his head, "Teacher, why do I feel... like you are leaving?"
"If the teacher doesn't leave, it's your turn."
Uncle Shang pointed to the open car door and the avenue paved with golden sunset, "You still have a long way to go, remember to always keep your heart..."
Zhou Ping wanted to say something else, but Uncle Shang urged him to speak:
"It's time to go, the teacher will be behind you."
"… Um."
Half asleep and half awake, Zhou Ping carried his bag, walked through the crowded seats, and stepped out of the muddy minibus.
With the breeze blowing on his face, Zhou Ping finally woke up a little. He turned around and was about to say something to Uncle Shang, but the gray-haired figure on the minibus was no longer visible... The old door of the minibus slowly closed, and there was a buzzing sound. The engine sounded, and before Zhou Ping had time to speak, he drove towards the direction of the setting sun.
He stood in the dusk, staring blankly in the direction of the vehicle, as motionless as a sculpture.
"teacher… "
he muttered.
…
Inside the awning boat.
The gaze that transcended time returned to the body again, and the blood-scarred eyes opened tremblingly, revealing a blurry blood-colored world in front of him.
"Do you still have some eyesight..." Uncle Shang squinted his eyes, looked around, and said with a wry smile.
He waved his hand gently, and the floating awning boat finally started to move, rowing across the calm sea and sailing slowly in a certain direction...
At this moment, Uncle Shang let out a light sigh. He rubbed his eyes and looked at the sea ahead again.
At some point, there was a figure on the sea!
The moment he discovered the figure, an unprecedented sense of oppression surged into Uncle Shang's heart. Before his pupils could shrink, the boundless sea suddenly came to a standstill, as if someone had pressed the pause button on the world, and the water flow froze, as if it was stuck like cement. The advancing ship cannot move forward at all!
Divine power? ! ! !
Uncle Shang was shocked.
How did it come so fast? ! Didn't you say tomorrow? !
He squinted hard and looked at the figure frozen on the sea. In the blur, he saw an old man in black walking slowly towards here with a cane.
"Nice eyes." The old man in black looked at Uncle Shang's blood-scarred eyes and said calmly,
"Do you want to make a deal with me?"
"Who are you?!" Uncle Shang gritted his teeth and spoke with great power.
The old man in black stopped, and in his dark eyes, it seemed as if time was flowing through them, and an indescribable sense of mystery filled the world.
"My name is... Chronos."