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The bright red blood gushed out from the wound.

The man in gray looked down at the dagger that penetrated his chest in disbelief. The severe pain and suffocation poured into his mind through his nerves. He could not and had no need to maintain the Wind Lock. An Bei broke free from the Wind Lock and gently avoided a black light that was wiping towards his throat.

The man in gray couldn't figure out why the quiet family didn't kill An Bei but wanted to kill him, and he had no chance to figure it out.

Anbei opened his right hand to the man in gray.

Boom!

A thick waist hit the upper body of the man in gray, slashing his head into charcoal. An Bei looked at the man in gray and fell down, and a hint of pleasure rose in his heart.

Whoosh swish swish swish-

The sharp sound of breaking through the air came from Anbei's ears.

Anbei had no time to think about where he came from, so he immediately stepped on the back of the bridge and avoided three flying knives that shot his forehead, throat and heart respectively.

Wow swow swow—a string of flying knives

An Bei lost his vision from the assassin at this time. He should have been shot, but he seemed to have eyes all over his body, and his body shook slightly for a few times before avoiding all the flying knives.

The sound of breaking through the air is stacked layer by layer, and the flying swords are continuous like splashes.

Anbei flew in the air like a butterfly.

Seeing that the stone bricks on the ground were shot without a cone, there was still no flying knife that could hit Anbei, which made Anbei tumbling more and more vigorously in the air.

Until the end, the assassin gave up himself.

Anbei has landed steadily.

Whoosh-

He tilted his head.

This lonely flying knife has no murderous intention, it is just the assassin's last stubbornness.

An Bei looked up at the opposite side.

The assassin is a petite girl with a black veil.

She panted and cursed: "Abnormal!"

Anbei saw a scroll taller than herself standing next to her, but the scroll was empty at this time.

Anbei whispered: "Girl, times have changed."

The red light in the eyes of the Black Dragon Battle Clothes flashed, and the trajectory on Anbei's retina faded away quickly.

You have hidden weapons, I have technology.

The assassin suddenly said, "I won't fight anymore, help me get rid of it."

In Anbei's surprised gaze, she threw her dagger directly to Anbei.

An Bei subconsciously reached out to catch the dagger.

He was confused when he looked at the dagger in his hand.

The assassin pointed to his chest and said, "The saliva of the God of Plague is quenched on the dagger. It is a little disgusting, but the murder is very fast."

Anbei looked at her in confusion.

"After killing that guy, I recalled something." The assassin sighed, "The gods don't have a good thing, bastard Magma, just kill me, you have to play with me."

Anbei tentatively said: "Do you know you are dead?"

"nonsense!"

The assassin rolled his eyes, then raised his hand to pull off the black veil covering his face, revealing an extremely delicate face under Anbei's surprised gaze. Just looking at this face, no one can associate her with the cruel and ruthless assassin.

"After I killed him, the breath left by Magma on him was transferred to me." The assassin sat on the stone pier beside him. "Now you kill me and take away all the breath left by Magma for us, and you can go to see Magma."

An Bei couldn't help asking, "What about you?"

If the assassin fought with him and was killed by him in the end, he would never ask any more questions. But the assassin not only surrendered but also took the initiative to hand him a knife, and he didn't know what to do.

The assassin took out a small wine pot from somewhere. She did not answer Anbei, but she just raised her head and poured wine into her mouth.

An Bei stood by silently without disturbing her.

Time is tight, but he is willing to give the assassin the respect he deserves. The time wasted wasted wasting his time.

After a while, the assassin asked slightly drunk: "What is the thing you are wearing? It looks quite intimidating. I have been wandering around the universe all year round, why have I never seen it before?"

An Bei replied after two seconds of silence: "The era I live in is at least a few billion years apart from your era. The battle suit on me is a single-soldier combat equipment that we have only recently developed to adapt to the gods' favors."

The assassin's expression obviously stagnated for a moment.

She asked in surprise: "How long does it take?"

An Bei shook his head: "Unsure, but at least billions of years."

Whether it is the dead man in gray or the assassin holding a wine pot in front of him, they can be called the ancestors of mankind.

The assassin suddenly became excited, a noticeable blush appeared on her face, and her voice trembled slightly: "I didn't expect that so long has passed outside..."

She threw a bomb at Anbei lightly.

"Has humans liberated?"

Anbei was stunned.

This is just a question composed of six words, but the blood and tears behind this six-character problem may not be described in six million words.

Who would ask this question?

The assassin suddenly stood up and went to Anbei ghostly. She roared at him with a rude way by a pinching Anbei's neck: "I'm asking you!"

Her voice was very loud, but the force on her hands was very light, and the hope in her eyes was fragile.

Anbei seemed to see the tears of endurance.

He stuttered, "Let's go, liberate."

Hearing this answer, the assassin's face was filled with a bright smile like spring, but tears also flowed quietly.

"Just be liberated."

She said with relief.

The assassin let go of Anbei. She turned her back and lowered her head, her shoulders trembled slightly, and her mouth made an intermittent laugh.

Anbei didn't know what the assassin had experienced, but his mood became complicated with the assassin's crying and laughing.

The air is filled with joy and sorrow. You must breathe the air here to understand this strange feeling. It hits your heart with low sobs, and when you look at it, it shows a bright smile. Every tear of the assassin pays homage to an old friend, and every chuckle responds to a wish. And behind the crying and laughter are people who are like mountains, flowing into the blood of the river.

Anbei felt at a loss.

Should he go up and give the assassin a hug?

Or do nothing quietly?

Time passed by minute by minute, and the assassin wiped away his tears and turned around. She stared at Anbei for a long time, and finally asked with anticipation: "Can you tell me how humans were liberated?"

Anbei was silent.

A few seconds later, he whispered: "That history is lost."

The assassin's eyes widened: "Lost?!"

An Bei lowered his head guiltily, and he could not face the assassin. There is no doubt that that history should be the most important history of all mankind, but they lost that history.

The assassin said melancholy, "Forget it, just lose it. There is no need for you to understand the dark things in the past. Just keep moving forward with our wishes."

After pausing for a few seconds, she suddenly reacted to something, and she asked, "Strange, since humans are liberated, why are such a guy like [Megma] still alive?"
Chapter completed!