Magic Punk

The walking palace has not been inhabited for a long time.

But there is no layer of dust here.

Xuan Yi sat on the cushioned reclining chair and closed his eyes for a nap. Xing Jizhi stood in front of him and saluted respectfully.

"Sir, do you need to make arrangements for bedtime service?"

Xuan Yi quietly waved his hand and motioned for the other party to go down.

Xing Jizhi bowed deeply, then stepped back and closed the door. Xuan Yi was the only one left in the entire splendid room, with blazing magic flames burning on the surrounding torches.

After leaving the ANBU building, Xuan Yi had no other place he wanted to go.

In the office of the Director of the Intelligence Department, Xuan Yi released his long-pressed emotions. As for now, all he has to do is to sort out his final thoughts.

Are you continuing to take revenge on the culprits who caused your sister's death?

Or should we just accept my sister’s last gift and continue living as a walking figure in Star City?

Originally, Xuan Yi thought that this didn't require thinking at all, but after today, he had to continue thinking.

This is indeed the last gift that his sister gave him with her life. If he insists on not accepting it, then his sister's death will really be in vain.

But if he really sits in this position and enjoys the power and glory, turning a blind eye to the big shots who participated in killing his sister, then my sister's death will really be in vain.

There are always dilemmas in the world.

If he continues to walk, he will really be able to give the best life to those who helped him in the past years when he was poor.

But if he insists on finding out everyone behind his sister's incident, he will inevitably fall into a desperate situation, and will make the lives of those who have been close to him worse than death.

He ordered the fish market to be demolished and asked Uncle Da to resign and return home. His original intention was to cut off contact with those people. Even if he was convicted in the future, he might not be implicated in them. However, he was really soft-hearted towards the previous uncle. .

The correct operation should be to pretend to be a arrogant white-eyed wolf, just like standing in a carriage and watching indifferently the villagers who had helped him have their livelihood and wealth ruined by his own orders, and then tell the uncle to get out of the ANBU forever.

After all - some people can only share adversity but not wealth, right?

Xuan Yi doesn't mind being such a villain.

But there is a difference between watching others do it and doing it himself, and there is no carriage in front of him that can cover everything.

So in the end, even he himself did not expect that he would actually take out the most valuable bottles of potions in his ring besides the Lotus Hidden Resurrection Potion and give them to the uncle.

He always thought that his heart was hard enough.

But after everything that happened today, he really couldn't hold on anymore.

Everyone has hinted to him that if he continues to pursue the case, it will be an abyss. Not only will he die without a burial place, but all the people who have helped him will also be implicated, so life is worse than death.

But if he doesn't do anything, how can he be willing to do it?

If he doesn't do anything, then for countless years to come, he will be filled with nightmares about the sister who has forgotten everything, but still panics and asks him to take care of her younger brother.

I used to think that there was no need for any consideration.

Xuan Yi looked up at the star-studded ceiling and called out softly.

"Kenji."

Originally, Xuan Yi had given up all hope, but finally, the voice of reassurance and trust came from the bottom of his heart.

"I'm here."

But unlike before, Xuan Yi clearly heard the devil's voice, which was much more tired than before.

"I don't suggest you do what you think." In the bottom of my heart, the devil's voice sounded quietly. "Can you give me a little more time?"

"Why didn't you show up before?" Xuan Yi asked quietly.

"Because the previous business couldn't be done." Xuan Er said.

"Of course I know that taking advantage of the situation is the best time to do business, but your star master is more terrifying than I imagined. He is an opponent that I must respect even in his heyday."

Xuan Yi frowned: "You have never been out in front of Ye Xuan."

"I don't think Lord Star Lord is more terrifying than the contemporary Ninth Princess."

"Yes, I can come out and spoil the atmosphere a little in front of Ye Xuan." In Xuan Yi's body, the devil replied slowly: "But the terror of the Ninth Princess and the terror of the Star Lord are not on the same level."

"Your Star Lord is really scary, so scary that I don't want to stick my snail shell out in front of him."

"Of course, you may be referring to the time in that wooden house. I knew all this, but did not warn you, and just watched the most terrible tragedy happen."

"But trust me, I had more important things to do at the time."

"And, I couldn't help you at that time."

"You were in a completely restricted state at that time. If I took over your body, it would only make the situation worse."

"Besides, even if you could sell all your remaining souls in one fell swoop."

"I can't save your sister either. The reason why Qixi Zizi is so desperate is because it is incurable."

Xuan Er's voice was calm but obviously weak, as if he hadn't slept for three days and three nights.

But have you ever heard of a demon who needs sleep?

"Pour me a glass of wine." Xuanji said suddenly.

How to pour a glass of wine to the devil in your body? The answer may actually be simpler than you think.

Xuan Yi took off the wine utensils on the table, filled a glass and drank it.

Xuanji let out a comfortable groan: "I'm alive, I'm alive."

The devil said this, and then continued: "I can't tell you what I am doing now, because even I don't know if I can do it."

"But, I ask you to give me some time, not much, just a month."

"I ask you to do what you want to do after a month."

"Why?" Xuan Yi asked in his heart: "For me now, one hour is already a lot."

"Because the outcome of this matter may change your choice." Xuanji replied calmly: "It's just that I can't confirm whether I can do it."

Is there anything in this world that even the devil is sure cannot be done?

Maybe there really are.

"Please allow me to refuse." Xuan Yi shook his head, but never opened his lips, and the words only swirled in his mind. "If you don't tell me anything."

"I just want to know."

"If I do it now, I promise you that I will sell the remaining four souls in one go."

"Can you help me find out the truth, and then kill all those involved in this matter for me?"

"Whoever they are?"

"Whatever they are."

Of course, Xuan Yi never dared to turn these words into words and make a sound in the outside world, because walls have ears, and because his enemies might be too scary this time.

But in my heart, the boy's voice was like the devil's whisper, cold and crazy.

With absolute reason and absolute hatred.