2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

Yan Muyun had to admit that the old man Zhuge Xiangming did have two skills.

When he activated [Sky Mark], he couldn't control his direction because the speed of this move was too fast and the momentum was too fierce.

But when he broke into the swamp of telepathy, he almost immediately felt a huge deflection force, forcing his foot to move to the side by about tens of meters, and all this happened just In just 0.01 seconds.

But he didn't target the old man from the beginning.

Although Zhuge Xiangming dodged this killing move, he obviously used all his strength and had no time to care about the falling meteorites from the sky.

The meteorite finally landed, and he could only save himself.

Yan Muyun put away the eight black wings on his back, walked through the flames and smoke, and stood in front of Zhuge Xiangming.

The old man seemed exhausted and looked at him with half-dragged eyelids: "Have you had enough?"

"It's not enough." Yan Muyun smiled, turned his right hand over, and a twisting red blood streak appeared in his palm: "You eat it, that's enough."

Zhuge Xiangming's white eyebrows twitched, as if he wanted to get angry, but in the next second he deflated like a ball, and his whole person seemed to have aged ten years: "I'm not that despicable, you don't need to be so defensive. .....You can do whatever you want to do, and I won’t stop you.”

Yan Muyun tilted his head slightly: "Are you not going to stop me, or are you not going to stop me? Why don't you just eat it, just to give me peace of mind."

Zhuge Xiangming's breathing became a little heavier, he clenched his fists, and stared at the opponent with somewhat cloudy eyes.

Yan Muyun hummed an unknown tune and slowly went up, placing the red blood thread in his hand on the old man's bare head.

The red blood thread shrank the cricket chrysalis for a few times like an earthworm. It seemed that the top was too smooth and there was no point of contact. Finally, it accidentally fell on the old man's ear.

Zhuge Xiangming felt a cold and slippery touch coming from his right ear. He sighed, closed his eyes as if resigned to his fate, and allowed the red blood thread to penetrate into his head one by one.

When he opened his eyes again, he suspected that he was hallucinating. There were two Yan Muyun in front of him for some reason.

"Master Dean, I left this with you before. It shouldn't be too much to take it back now, right?" Yan Muyun, who was wearing clothes, took out a delicate black revolver from his pocket and turned it quickly on his fingertips. Six little angels with black wings and red hair flew up and down around him, singing hymns devoutly with their young voices, looking extremely happy.

On the other side, Yan Muyun, who was not wearing a shirt, was playing with a dark gold pocket watch. When he saw the old man's eyes looking over, he smiled slightly: "My 'Holy Practitioner' has been stored with you for so long, I will charge you some interest." Isn’t it too much?”

Zhuge Xiangming felt a suffocation in his chest that was difficult to resolve, and the world in front of him seemed to be spinning. After taking a few deep breaths like a broken bellows, he finally threw his head back and fainted.

...

The light blue curtains were half-opened, and the warm autumn sunshine shone through the glass on a tawny cotton sofa.

A woman in a white dress is lying down, her long hair gathered into a ball. The sun shines on her white neck, showing an almost transparent and pure texture. She held a tablet in her arms and tapped it gently with her slender fingers. Her beautiful face looked a little tired.

"Ding dong." A clear bell came from the door.

The woman swiped her finger on the tablet, and the surveillance footage of the door appeared on the screen. After seeing the figure standing outside the door, she first turned over and sat up on the sofa, and then tapped the unlock button.

"How's it going? Is everything packed?" A tall and capable man wearing a black shirt walked in and asked in a gentle tone.

Zhan Leya pressed the tablet on her lap and looked a little reserved: "It's all packed."

"Well, you can check again and we'll leave tonight."

"OK."

Zhan Leya pursed her lips and watched the other party walk into the kitchen.

Just the night before yesterday, her brother suddenly sent her a message on Jieke, asking if she wanted to go and live with him.

Zhan Leya naturally thought that since that incident, almost a year has passed in the blink of an eye, and their siblings have never been separated for so long since they were young.

She has always wanted to be reunited with her brother, so during this time, in addition to painting, she basically taught herself foreign languages.

But thinking about it, she and her brother knew in their hearts that the day of reunion was far away.

Zhan Lewen has a relationship with the Shengyao Cult and it is no longer possible to return to China. Although there are no restrictions on Zhan Leya's daily life, she doesn't need to think about it to know that someone must be paying attention to her every move, and it is basically impossible to go abroad.

Because of this, when she saw the message sent by her brother, Zhan Leya's first reaction was to dissuade him because she thought he was going to do something stupid.

But then Zhan Lewen said: [Do you remember Yan Muyun? A student from Chenjing Academy said he had a way. 】

Zhan Leya was naturally impressed by this name. He heard that he was able to walk and stand like a normal person again, largely because of that person's help. It's a pity that I don't have his contact information, and I haven't even said thank you for so long.

Zhan Leya was worried about whether this incident would have any bad impact on Yan Muyun, but her brother Zhan Lewen repeatedly reassured her, saying that everything would be left to the two of them.

Yesterday afternoon, Yan Muyun came to the house as promised. For some reason, when she opened the door and saw the other person for the first time, Zhan Leya felt an inexplicable throbbing in her heart. This feeling was something she had never felt in twenty-two years.

Almost instinctively, she responded to everything he asked without any resistance, without any questions, only wanting pure obedience, feeling happy and honored that she had completed the task he had given her.

Thinking of this, Zhan Leya suddenly felt an urge to put down the tablet in her hand and go to the kitchen to take another look at each other.

By the time she came to her senses, she had already done so.

The kitchen door was ajar, and Zhan Leya stood at the door, looking at the man inside who was sitting on the floor in front of the refrigerator, holding something in his hands and lowering his head to bite it.

It was fresh beef and mutton that she had bought at his request as early as possible, as well as some animal offal, and two live chickens.

At this time, there was only one live chicken with legs tied with plastic ropes on the ground next to the refrigerator, and the other had turned into feathers mixed with blood and meat in the trash can.

The man turned around. His hands and corners of his mouth were clean. Only the black shirt on his chest was wet, as if it had been soaked in water, but Zhan Leya knew that it was not water.

"What's wrong?" Yan Muyun asked with a slight frown.

As if aware of his displeasure, Zhan Leya's expression became a little flustered, and she subconsciously clenched the corners of her skirt with her hands: "I'm afraid you won't be satisfied with what I bought..."

"It's all fresh. I'm very satisfied. Thank you." Yan Muyun nodded and smiled.

"Well, okay." Zhan Leya felt her heart pounding and quickly closed the door.

Yan Muyun looked down at the raw meat on his lap, frowned slightly, and said softly: "After being parasitized by red blood threads, will the effects last for so long?"

He could naturally tell that there was something wrong with the woman's attitude towards him. The two had only been together for a short day, but she had an almost pathological trust and obedience to him.

For example, the scene where he ate raw flesh and blood just now was absolutely terrifying to the point of making a child cry at night. But Yan Muyun saw admiration and reverence in the other person's eyes, as if what he was holding in his hands was not raw meat, but a red wine glass filled with 1982 Lafite.

"It's really troublesome... I don't know how to eliminate this situation."

Yan Muyun sighed, but had no time to think about it. He was soon urged by the hunger in his belly to pick up the raw meat again.

When he finished eating the piece of meat and reached out to catch the live chicken next to him, his movements suddenly paused.

A blood-red and fat tongue poked out from his mouth, and after licking the corners of his mouth and cheeks quickly, Yan Muyun stood up slowly, turned to look at the corner of the room, and said with a smile, "Hello."

"Hello." The other party responded quickly.

Two figures appeared in front of the empty pool. One was tall and muscular, with a Chinese character face and a crew cut. He didn't look too old, but his temperament was extremely restrained and calm. The other person is a petite woman with a high ponytail and a black mask, and her face cannot be seen clearly.

Both of them were wearing black combat uniforms, the style was slightly different from those of the Special Branch, and they didn't know which department they belonged to.

"Excuse me, what do you want from me?" Yan Muyun straightened his wet clothes and spoke in a gentle tone.

"First time we meet, my name is Ye Dahai."

The man nodded at him: "I have actually wanted to chat with you for a long time, but I never had the chance."