"...that's the way it is, officer."
At the entrance of the small town hospital, Mr. Smith had a brief conversation with the police who came to inquire... This was nothing more than explaining the height and age characteristics of the missing child.
"Don't worry, sir, the law and order here has always been very good, and you know that the child will be fine." The police officer left quickly after a little reassurance.
It's not that Mr. Smith is not worried about oe's affairs at this time, but because he really can't leave the hospital, otherwise he may be driving by now, constantly looking for oe's whereabouts in the town.
At this time, he even feared that if the operation failed, he would not dare to go back to the door of the operating room, it would be a pain that he would not be able to bear in his entire life.
Mr. Smith stretched out his hand and pinched the bridge of his nose, no matter what, he had to be at this moment!
"Hey!"
Hearing this voice, Mr. Smith seemed to be calling him, as if right behind him, he turned around subconsciously, and what he saw was a man in a white shirt with long hair. He was wearing a pair of white gloves.
The white gloves are the most impressive thing for Mr. Smith. His brain is remembering this profound moment, but at the same time, a loud sound of smashing things sounded behind Mr. Smith. He just turned around here.
It was a flower pot that fell from upstairs. The flower pot had obviously become fragments, and the soil was scattered all over the ground. Even Mr. Smith's shoes were covered with a lot of mud.
Originally, this flower pot should have hit him. If someone hadn't called him suddenly, Mr. Smith couldn't help breaking out in a cold sweat. He couldn't even imagine being his wife in the operating room while his son oe When he was missing again, if he was hit by this flowerpot, what would happen to this family.
"Listen, you didn't just save my life, you probably saved a family that was about to fall apart."
The continuous blows have almost caused Mr. Smith's spirit to collapse, and the feeling after the danger even made his voice hoarse. He couldn't help covering his eyes, "I don't know... I really don't know... I don't know what to do Say... you know, I had a very happy family, but... "
He finally cried out, looking at this man who may have just happened to save his life, "Actually, I just want to thank you well...but I don't know why...it turned out like this...I never thought I would cry Come out... At least this time, I shouldn't be crying, sir... So, what I really want to say is, thank you, thank you very much!"
The man in front walked up to Mr. Smith, then took out a tissue and handed it to him, "I think you need this, sir."
"Thank you, thank you very much."
The emotional breakdown was only a momentary thing, and Mr. Smith recovered quickly, "I think I have to go back, the people inside are still waiting for me... At least I need to be by their side. Forgive me for not being able to thank you properly... Please tell me your name and where you live, and I will thank you very much."
"No need." He shook his head, "Go to where you should go, maybe it's still too late."
He didn't even explain why it was too late, but Mr. Smith seemed to be able to understand the meaning of the other party's words... Mr. Smith hesitated for a moment, then nodded.
Before leaving, Mr. Smith suddenly asked: "Have we met somewhere before? I always feel that I have seen you somewhere and heard your voice."
"No, we've never really met, sir," he said with a smile.
"name?"
"Prince."
Mr. Smith nodded, he turned around, and walked into the hospital... He had a feeling that maybe there would be another chance to meet this man named Prine. When the time comes, he should thank this man.
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It wasn't until after Mr. Smith walked into the hospital that he... Teacher Prine exhaled slowly, then turned around slowly, and looked up at the night sky.
A cold light passed directly by Mr. Prin's side at this time, and then a deep crack was drawn behind him, but no sound was made.
Mr. Pulin reached out and touched his cheek. In fact, when the cold light passed by, there was a cut, and a wound appeared, but what flowed from the wound was not fresh blood, but... gray mist.
A trace of mist rose slowly from Mr. Pu Lin's wound, and then the wound closed little by little... From the beginning to the end, Mr. Pu Lin never cared about the injury. He still looked at the night sky silently, watching The location when the attack came.
A figure landed above the night sky, holding a slender knife in his hand, and a child in a suit on his shoulder... Nero!
"Hi, see you again, Mister Death."
The moment he landed, Nero even casually threw Oe's body out like a piece of trash, and threw it beside Teacher Prin.
When Oe's body rolled and revealed its true face in front of Mr. Prin, Mr. Prin's original calm affection finally changed slightly.
His eyes even became extremely sharp in an instant.
"What a nice look." Nero suddenly showed a happy smile, "I won't let you escape this time, Mr. Death."
Teacher Prine looked at Nero quietly, for a while, "It's you again... I have already reminded you, I hope you don't get close to the Smiths."
"Are you bored, little brother?" Nero whistled a very rascally at this time, "This look is very handsome, if you used this look to get my favorability last time, people may consider letting you get it Within 3%"
"What did you do to oe?" Teacher Prin frowned at this moment, "Why did his soul disappear?"
"What soul?" Nero looked around, "Where is it? Why didn't I see it? Death God Ouba, come and tell me...huh?"
What responded to Nero was a gray figure, which seemed to be in return for the cold light of Yan Mo Dao at the beginning.
There was a rather deep wound on her arm... but there was still no blood flowing out. It could hurt herself. Nero had already experienced certain abilities during the short fight in the abandoned warehouse.
So she wasn't surprised that she would be injured. She was surprised that the speed of this one was obviously much faster than last time... Maybe it was just because this time it didn't use the posture of an animal, but it went into battle by itself
Nero turned around with great interest, not even paying attention to the wound on his arm. Mr. Prin's eyes had light blue flames flowing corresponding to them, and on his forehead, there was also a group of faintly bright flames. Light blue flames, and a huge sickle.
His eyes are no longer approachable, his eyes are more like someone looking down on all living beings... But even so, he does not have all the characteristics.
"Finally, it's time to get serious...Mr. Death!" Nero's eyes jumped instantly, and the corners of her mouth split open, letting out a ferocious laugh wantonly and a crazy laugh.
Raising Yan Mo Dao, swinging Yan Mo Dao, her arm is like a never-ending machine, continuously and crazily repeating a single straight-cut movement, accompanied by her manic laughter!
"Hahahahahahaha!! Not enough, not enough! Hurry up! Mister Death!! Come again!!"
Like a tireless berserker.
At this moment, Mr. Prin faced Nero's attack speed as if he hadn't raised the limit, and he was just swinging the black sickle with small movements. Lu's speed blocked her continuous attacks.
"Does fighting make you happy like this?" Teacher Prin asked suddenly, "Are you born for fighting?"
"Well, I've said it several times, you can't brush up my favorability." Nero's speed didn't even slow down, but became more and more crazy, even though her face showed a cute look at this time.
Mr. Pulin suddenly stirred the sickle in his hand, and then slashed... This time, he forced Nero back directly.
"But you don't need to fight to exist now." Teacher Pulin shook his head, "I see something else in you... Maybe you can no longer be called a human being, but you are already I learned something that was only available when I was a human being, so…”
Quietly, Yan Modao broke through the limit of the reaction speed that Mr. Pulin could achieve, and directly stayed on his neck and Nero's extremely cold gaze at this time.
But Mr. Prin didn't seem to care, "...so, even if you don't fight anymore, you can already look for other things. What are you afraid of?"
"Afraid of being bored." Nero said with a smile. With this smiling face, she was doing the bloodiest thing!
In an instant, the blade of Yan Mo Dao grew dense serrations, and these serrations began to rotate rapidly... Like an electric serrated knife, it began to saw Mr. Pulin's neck!
Flesh flying everywhere!
But after a while, Mr. Prin's head was sawed bloodily. His head had already fallen to the ground, but his body did not fall down, and he was still standing holding the huge black sickle.
Nero tilted his head and looked at it. You don't know if she was a temporary prank, or she was cautious. She directly raised her leg and kicked Teacher Prin's head into the night sky!
Nero stretched until she could no longer see her. But the moment she turned around, Mr. Prin was standing behind her... unharmed.
"Hey? I really hacked you to death... Is there any problem with the hand feeling?"
Nero blinked curiously. She didn't even feel frightened by Mr. Prin's intact appearance. She was more...interested, "So you said you have an immortal body?"
"It's the same for you, no." Teacher Prin said indifferently, "But there is no real immortality in the world... Immortality is just because its time has not come, or it has conditionally and wirelessly extended the time of existence."
For some reason, when Mr. Prin's words just fell, he once again saw the other side or the third face of the white-haired girl in front of him.
Different from what she showed before, either crazy or innocent... At this time, she looked so serious, she didn't turn into a hippie smile to hide her ferocious side, and she didn't still show an innocent smile when she was ferocious...Prin The teacher felt a very pure killing intent on the opponent.
"I'm sorry." Nero unexpectedly became polite... as if he had changed someone else, "Although I'm very happy for the fun you brought me, I'm really worried that there will be such a day... You're going to find what's called the middle condition, and you're going to destroy what's already there."
Yan Mo Dao suddenly had a new change in Nero's hand... It directly integrated into Nero's body, and then different blades directly popped out from Nero's elbows, knee joints, and butterfly bones on his back.
Mr. Prin suddenly felt something bad... This was a huge threat that he had never seen before if he was in front of destruction.
"I... I'm really satisfied with my current life." After merging with Yan Modao, Nero waved his hands away at this time... his hands and arms directly turned into extremely sharp blades, "So for someone like you, I It's really the most annoying... the most annoying!"
Maybe it was just a hallucination, but at this moment, Mr. Pullin actually saw behind the white-haired girl, there was a huge screaming face that seemed to be composed of countless evil spirits.
Apart from screaming, it seems to be hungry... even Mr. Prince can clearly feel the loss, fear... despair contained in it.
"It turns out that this is the real you..." Mr. Prin muttered to himself... Facing Nero at this time, he took a deep breath, inserted the black sickle in his hand in an instant, and then... Untied the knot between his hands. white gloves on.
The moment his hands emerged from the gloves, a faint gray mist slowly dispersed... bringing death.
At this moment, with Mr. Pulin as the center, the breath of death spread out like this: the grass on the ground, the trees next to it, the small insects crawling on the ground... these things all withered or... died!
"That's not enough." Nero said blankly, "Last time, my sword has already swallowed half of you... If it's just like this now, I will kill you with one blow. This is specially developed by me to deal with Da Zheou Damn it."
Mr. Prin naturally didn't know who Da Zhe Ouba was, but instinctively felt that this would be another very troublesome guy.
At this moment, he took a deep breath, reached out from the bag, and took out the book that had been placed beside him since birth, they called it!