2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

Looking at the other party's golden and silver eyes, Yan Muyun clapped his hands: "As expected of the original divine envoy, such a generous act."

"How's it going? Are you satisfied?" Constantine smiled.

"What are you saying? I couldn't be more satisfied." Yan Muyun laughed along with him, squinting his eyes and hiding the deep fear in them.

Being able to beat a king-level mutant into a cripple that is just a hair away from death, and then give it away as a gift in an understatement, is much more difficult than simply killing a king-level mutant. There is definitely a force behind this that is difficult for ordinary people. The power of imagination.

As if he saw what he was thinking, the smile on Constantine's face did not change and he said calmly: "Quipa did it, it shouldn't take much effort."

Yan Muyun's pupils shrank, there was a lot of information contained in this sentence.

First, one of the most powerful supernatural beings in the world today, the Indian Guardian Quipa, has most likely become a force on the side of the God Envoy. Coupled with the Sea Lord Meredith, and three divine envoys who also have the eyes of gods, including Amir, the power controlled by this original divine envoy can undoubtedly easily subvert most countries on the planet.

Second, the power of the Indian guardian was far beyond his imagination. At least judging from Constantine's tone, it shouldn't be a problem for the former to cripple the king-level black-winged ghost and lock it here with iron chains. It's not difficult, it can even be said to be relatively easy.

"Go ahead, what are you waiting for?" Constantine made a gesture of invitation.

Yan Muyun looked at him deeply: "So, what is the price?"

"What?" Constantine frowned slightly, as if he didn't hear clearly.

"Is such a great gift really given to me for free?" Yan Muyun had an expression of disbelief.

Constantine smiled: "I said, if you are willing to become the power of the world, then it is the responsibility of the world to make you stronger."

"I understand." Yan Muyun nodded, suddenly raised his hand and took off his shirt and handed it over: "Take it for me, thank you."

Amir's eyes widened slightly as he stood behind the two of them. He wanted to rush over and grab the collar of this Chinese boy and ask him what was in his head. Did he really realize who the original divine envoy was? What does it represent? You actually asked him to help get clothes?

However, Constantine just smiled, took over the clothes, and waved his hand gently: "Go ahead, go ahead."

Yan Muyun glanced at Amir before turning around. He just felt a sense of hostility from the direction of this third brother. It was really inexplicable.

He turned around and jumped off the high cliff. The black wings behind his back fluttered in the wind, and he flew towards the bottom of the valley covered with moonlight.

Although the two met for the first time, Yan Muyun instinctively felt that this original divine envoy did not look like a bad person. At least he was genuinely concerned about the survival of human civilization. The other party had packed the gift and delivered it to him without making any request. It would be rude if he didn't accept it.

A meteor dragged a long tail of orange flames and hit the center of the basin, making a loud noise. The strong wind carried dust all over the sky and rose hundreds of meters.

...

Eden's Ark, Area 0.

After changing his pants, Yan Muyun stood in front of the mirror and looked at himself with satisfaction, feeling unprecedentedly happy and satisfied physically and mentally.

The power in the king-level black-winged ghost's body has not been weakened much due to the serious injury. After absorbing all of it, there is a faint flash of lightning in his eyes, and he seems to have endless strength all over his body.

Yan Muyun felt that if he used all his strength now, even if he only used the Black Winged Ghost's ability to face the king-level Black Winged Ghost in its heyday, he would still be able to kill him calmly.

"Have you changed your clothes?" Amir's impatient voice came from outside.

Yan Muyun frowned slightly, with a hint of dissatisfaction in his eyes, and pushed out the door with a cold face.

Amir folded his hands in front of his chest, and his face looked equally good: "Master Constantine has other things to do for the time being, so you come with me. By the way, don't talk nonsense to me if you have nothing to do. You can do whatever I ask you to do." do what."

A somewhat flattering smile appeared on Yan Muyun's face: "No problem, Lord Amir. I'll ask you to take care of me from now on."

"Ha." Amir chuckled, but the disgust in his eyes lightened a bit, and he secretly thought that this guy was quite sensible.

However, the moment he turned around, a strong sense of crisis suddenly surged into his heart, as if a terrifying giant beast appeared out of thin air behind him and chose to devour anyone.

Two rays of blue-purple lightning penetrated Amir's chest without warning and hit the TV hanging on the wall of the living room. The flames and sound of the explosion swept through the entire room instantly.

The afterimage disappeared, and Amir appeared on the other side of the living room. His dark face was full of shock and anger: "Are you crazy, bastard!?"

The purple light in Yan Muyun's eyes flashed, like two pools of thunder brewing, but the smile on his face was as gentle and humble as before: "This is just a warm reminder. I hope you can be a little more polite when you speak in the future. I have a bad temper. Great, please bear with me."

Amir's eyes burst with golden light, his face was distorted with anger, and he kept muttering: "Madman, madman, madman... This is a complete madman, why did Lord Constantine fall in love with you?" .....”

Yan Muyun straightened his collar, stepped forward leisurely, and stretched out a hand: "Okay, aren't you going to take me to see the second gift from Lord Constantine? Please lead the way. .”

Amir suppressed the anger in his heart and squeezed out a few words through his teeth: "Compared to us, I think you are more suitable to join the Holy Glory Order."

Yan Muyun smiled slightly: "I will consider it."

The surrounding flames were still burning, and the automatic fire extinguishing device on the ceiling was turned on, causing a heavy rain in the house.

The moment before the water fell on them, the two shook hands and came to a strange room.

Yan Muyun looked around at the surrounding decoration and room layout. This place should still be on the cruise ship in area 0, and then his eyes were firmly fixed on the two figures on the sofa.

He knew one of them and was considered an old friend.

Yan Muyun stepped forward, looked at the man with some surprise, and said softly: "Are you the second gift Constantine gave me?"

Yang Qi slowly raised his head. The round face that always wore a kind smile looked extremely dull at the moment, and his eyes were looking here completely unfocused, like a lifeless doll.

"snort."

There was a cold snort from behind, and Yan Muyun turned his head to look, only to see Amir with his arms folded looking at him with disdain.

Seeing him looking over, and recalling this guy's behavior that was completely like a lunatic, Amir's face showed a hint of uneasiness, and he explained: "That person is just a gift, worthless. The real gift is next to him."

Yan Muyun slowly turned his head and looked at the person next to him, but found that he had never seen him before.

This is a middle-aged man with an East Asian face. He looks handsome. He has a neatly combed back hair. He is wearing a floral shirt covered with coconut trees and parasols and beach pants of the same style. He looks like an ordinary man vacationing at the beach. of tourists.

"Who is this? Can you introduce it to me?" Yan Muyun turned to look at Amir.

The reason why he didn't ask the man himself directly was because the other man was in the same state as Yang Qi, both looking dull and lost.

Amir raised his chin slightly, with a trace of pride on his face, and said two words:

"barren."