Let the Villain Go

In an extremely cold place, thousands of miles of snowfields, a fortress with a strong city and high pond stands.

The most magnificent building in the fortress is a beautifully decorated church.

At this moment, there is heavy snow with goose feathers outside the windows of the church, and the sky light is projected into the hall through the colorful stained glass, which produces a dreamy and gorgeous effect. The huge idol is in such a dim light and shadow with lower eyebrows, as if pitying the world. A thousand suffering souls.

At the foot of the statue, God’s beloved Father Li Chengzhou bowed his head and prayed,

"Those incomprehension and persecution cannot shake my faith. We firmly believe that everything we do under the guidance of divine light will eventually be understood by the world."

His voice is pious and firm, buzzing and echoing in the empty space.

"We don't want to become the chosen people of God as the devil sinks. The meaning of what we do is beyond everything. After experiencing such tribulations and selection, mankind will enter the most glorious era and become the closest existence to God."

A warrior with sharp eyes came in from the outdoors against the wind and snow.

He stood behind the priest who was praying and whispered: "Holy Father, Huaiyu is back."

Li Chengzhou closed his eyes until the end of the prayer, then opened his eyes and turned his gaze slightly to the side.

"The situation is not very good, the whole team... is half-demonized." The soldier paused, "She is waiting outside and wants to see you."

Li Chengzhou stood up, pulled the folds of his robe, and sighed, "Huaiyu's character is too extreme, when she was sent. I expected a bad ending. But is there any way, we always have to make some moves. Only by attracting outsiders’ attention can we complete our plan with peace of mind."

The door of the hall was pushed open, and the cold north wind carried ice and snow into the warm and dreamy church.

A leech-like creature crawled all the way into the house from outside the door. Her lower body was a soft magic body, and her upper body was a pale-skinned female. It wasn't until the monster crawled all the way to Li Chengzhou's feet and raised that panicked face that Li Chengzhou recognized that it was the face of his disciple Fu Huaiyu.

"Holy Father, you save me, save me." Fu Huaiyu pulled Li Chengzhou's leg, tears streaming down.

Li Chengzhou lowered his head with an expression of pity, "Huaiyu, why have you become this way?"

"It's Zhong Lixiao, the scumbag Zhong Lixiao, who made me like this. He has always hated us, hiding in the dark and deliberately dealing with our god-loved saints. Father, you must catch that dirty The **** tortured him to death." Fu Huaiyu cursed bitterly.

She finished talking about the news she got after going out, and then stretched out her hand to bury her face, "God, save me. What should I do, what should I do?"

"Don't be afraid, Huaiyu, you are a child of God, as long as you continue to serve God firmly, you will surely be redeemed by God." Li Chengzhou kindly stroked Fu Huaiyu's head, and calmly gave the fighting element next to him. The saint winked.

Seeing Fu Huaiyu being taken out with gratitude, Li Chengzhou smiled and whispered softly, "That child A Xiao is still alive. He hated me so much at the beginning, isn't he doing the same thing as me? Thanks to God's call. what."

"It's a pity, it's a failed product after all. The only thing I can care about is the original blood source provider, Ye Peitian."

Li Chengzhou cast his eyes on the cold world outside the window without any emotion.

Human resilience is really great.

Obviously, he had already grind his will like that, crushed his body, smashed his spine, and watched his eyes become silent day by day. But he was able to not give up the struggle, and he finally escaped his control, and now he can even return to the normal crowd.

The forging workshop in the Kylin base. There is heavy snow outside the house, but the craftsmen inside the house are working hard.

Wen Cheng, the top blacksmith in the base, stroked his latest work just released, his eyes gleaming and he couldn't put it down.

"Perfection, God's work, this is a new peak, the best of all my children."

He admired it obsessively for a long time, and did not hesitate to pile up compliments on his work. In his hand is a porcelain-white long sword. The hilt of the sword is entwined with pale branches. Upon closer inspection, it is slightly beating as if there is life. The handle contains a green ninth-order demon seed. The green luster meridian generally extends and buries into the hilt.

The body of the sword is of a gentle color like porcelain, and the autumn water is generally bright and moist. When it is out of its sheath, the air is like a wind, and a low and low sword sound is heard.

"Thanks to your ingenious design and the unusual combination of materials, you can produce this peerless magic weapon." Wencheng carefully stroked the lines on the hilt, like a beloved lover, "Tsk Tsk, Tier 10 magic weapon, maximize The earth inherits the power of the original demon body. If it is used by the saints who control the attributes, whether it is fire, wind, or metal, it is destined to be a deadly weapon on earth. Are you right, regiment deputy?"

Xin Ziming, the head of the unicorn who sat in front of him, did not have his excitement, but murmured a little bit unconsciously, "What if it is the sand system?"

"Of course the same is true for the Sand Element. For example, when this sword falls into the hands of Ye Peitian, it is almost invincible." Wen Cheng was still in a state of excitement, and did not notice that their leader was not quite right. "What's wrong? Customer? Is it a saint with the ability to control sand?"

"Ah, no." Xin Ziming reacted, "It's just an ordinary wind saint, Tier 6, and the existing weapon is a set of double swords."

When he said this, Xin Ziming's mind seemed to have a thought suddenly turned, that thought was fleeting, and it was too late to catch that it had quickly slipped from his mind.

"Only Tier 6? Where did Tier 6 saints get Tier 10 monsters? Old Xin, do we really need to deliver it?" Wen Cheng rubbed his hands, his eyes brightened, and he was familiar with Xin. Gaze, looking forward to looking at him.

Xin knew what he meant, and none of his team were good men and women. Wencheng is also a severe weapon collector. It is difficult for him to be interested in anything on weekdays. He is only obsessed with collecting various magic weapons. As long as the weapon he fancy, whether it is stealing or grabbing, he wants to take it into his own regiment by any means so that he can appreciate it at any time.

In some respects, he and Xin Ziming can be regarded as like-minded and get along very well.

Of course it is not just him. Such a Tier 10 magic weapon is a fatal temptation to any strong man, let alone Xin Ziming who thinks he has no moral bottom line. But this time, he rarely hesitated.

He thought of the figure standing in front of the tombstone of Feng Chengyu.

He was very keen on mental power, and after thinking about it carefully, he was able to confirm that the sorrow that came out of that strange girl was genuine.

She was holding a white flower in her hand and a pair of knives on her waist. She had an inexplicable familiarity and kindness to herself, and she could easily say "trust you".

Double knife?

No, double knives!

Xin Ziming's eyes shook, and he tried to remember the appearance of the pair of swords that he glanced at.

Although the pair of black knives looked ordinary and unremarkable. But a huge bell rang in his heart, buzzing in his mind.

He once personally designed a dazzling black double knife and handed it to Ye Peitian. The tenth-order magic weapon is a weapon of the gods, but Ye Peitian never used it in the subsequent battles.

At that time, he also had doubts in his mind. At this moment, he later realized that the weapon Ye Peitian used to was not a double sword at all, but a one-handed long sword.

Xin Ziming suddenly remembered that he had met Chu Qianxun in Spring City, and Jiang Xiaojie claimed that she was his lifesaver. At that time, there was a man by her side, and the weapon that man used was...

It is a low-level blue long knife exactly the same as Ye Peitian!

Wen Cheng saw his always calm and steady head, as if suddenly trying to understand something, he slammed the table and stood up with his mouth open, with a look of surprise.

"What's wrong. Deputy regiment?"

"Old, old man. Don't think about this sword. We can't afford it." Xin Ziming stammered.

...

When the cold current coming down from the north struck again, the years that passed by were already at the end of the year.

This was once the most lively festival for mankind in the golden age. Nowadays, most people's families are broken, materials are scarce, and survival is difficult. I have no strength to relive this warm and lively past.

This year is the first year that Spring City’s new city lord Jiang Xiaojie took office. If at the beginning, everyone still questioned whether the young city lord could stabilize the situation. After the battle to annihilate the devil’s cave and the catastrophe of the Tier 10 monsters. , Almost all of them are already convinced by the new Santos in their hearts.

After all, in such an era, a strong guardian, a leader who can face the crisis when a disaster is approaching, is more quickly accepted by all residents than those moving speeches and pretending charities.

Even if the city lord is young, he doesn't know how to behave, what can he do? He can protect the safety of one party and give everyone a safe life. This is the most important thing.

Therefore, after recognizing the situation, the businessmen and celebrities who settled in this prosperous spring capital have invested in a grand banquet to celebrate the post of director of the new city on the occasion of the new year.

This belated banquet was very grand, and almost everyone in Spring City was invited.

Above the banquet, the reshuffled Spring City masters of the major forces took the most kind attitude, knew and communicated with each other.

The soldiers took off their blood-stained armor and put on neat and clean clothes.

The women who are usually ashamed in the dust of the battlefield almost like men, also rarely put on skirts, rolled up their hair, and put on a light makeup.

The coveted pieces, fresh clothes and clouds, into the body, make people forget those monsters wandering outside the city wall at this moment. People are intoxicated, as if returning to the golden years they once had.

Some people are looking for high branches to cling to and rely on in the feasting and feasting. Of course, there are also many hunters peeking at the prey they can hunt in such sensual dogs.

"Eh, what do you think of that man."

"Wow, not bad."

In the dim and dim light, the two young girls leaned together next to each other, whispering quietly. They have good looks, powerful abilities, and ample wealth. So they are not the objects of other people's hunting beauty, but looking for their own goals as hunters.

On the balcony away from the hustle and bustle, a slender figure leaned against a vase-like railing. He looked back at the town illuminated by the festival. His legs were straight, his body was lifted, and his breath was clean with a hint of desertedness. It's incompatible with the hustle and bustle of this room. On the contrary, it seems particularly sultry and charming.

"Why don't you see your face when you wear a mask. But this seems to have a more ascetic feeling." The hunter in the dim light bit his red lips.

"It depends on the face. Look at the waist and legs. I just have to look at the legs. And the skin is so good that people want to commit crimes. Do you know who this is?"

"I've never seen it before, and I don't have any female companions by my side. It shouldn't be a great character. Would you like to try it."

This side is still eager to try, wondering that there are already unbearable hunters who have taken the lead.

A sultry and **** woman, holding a wine glass, swaying her red dress, has boldly stepped forward to strike up a conversation.

"Ahhhh, the vixen Yin Yu went up first." The woman in the dimness bit her handkerchief angrily.

"It's over, there's no more drama here. This dead woman is not satisfied with how many ministers there are already under her skirt." Another woman stamped her foot bitterly.

The woman named Yin Yu is not younger than them, but she has a hot figure and bold style. Not only is she the top powerhouse in Spring City, but she also has a charming and gentle character. There are countless admirers in Spring City, and when she takes the initiative to show her favor, almost no man can refuse her.

Of course, when there was an accident in everything, she stumbled on an unknown young soldier than this night. This man who seems to have a deserted temperament and is not allowed to enter is actually colder than what he showed. Not only did he rudely interrupt the gentle and sweet conversation, but even when Yin Yu pretended to step on the corner of the skirt and fell down, he teleported to the other side of the balcony very innocently.

"Oh, I've seen you for a long time, even Yin Yu missed?"

"Haha, well, this is the first time I have seen Yin Yu be so embarrassed. I want to call this little brother who is like a jade."

"He must have a female companion. I really want to see what the woman who captured him looks like. Oh, or it's not impossible that it's a man, hehe."

Among the crowd in the banquet hall, there are more than one or two people quietly paying attention to this corner.

Even the city lord, Jiang Xiaojie, got rid of his impatient entertainment and went to the second-floor box to rest, he couldn't help but quietly look from a high place through the blinds to that inconspicuous corner.

The lively crowd at their feet unknowingly toasted and drank beside the human demon, unscrupulously talking about the appearance of Emperor Huangsha in the first battle outside the city gate.

"I really didn't expect to live or die. Lin Fei is Ye Peitian." Jiang Xiaojie couldn't help but complain, "Sister Qianxun is too courageous, so she dared to be Ye Peitian's woman."

"I don't think so." Yu Nian leaned over and looked down. "I think it's right to say that the human demon is the man of Sister Chihiro."

"You kid knows what a fart, Ye Peitian is the strongest man I have ever seen. How could he..."

As he spoke, in the hall, Chu Qianxun, who was rarely dressed in a skirt, carried the skirt through the crowd. She smiled and took Ye Peitian's hand and turned into the dim corner of the balcony. In Jiang Xiaojie’s stunned gaze, he saw the strongest man in the world in his mind,

Pressed on the wall kiss.

"Look, I said it all..."

As soon as Yu Nian's head appeared, Jiang Xiaojie quickly covered his eyes and dragged it down.