It's already dusk, and a bright moon is rising in the sky, but there are really more dark clouds tonight.

Baili Kang was sitting cross-legged and meditating. The wind blew, but it couldn't blow a piece of his clothes.

Zhuge Yan held a copy of "The Analects of Confucius" and sat on the balcony, looking in the direction of the Xia family.

But the moonlight was blocked by dark clouds, so he couldn't see it.

Tang Dongjia was in the room, lowering her head to write small calligraphy with beautiful handwriting. Occasionally she looked up and looked into the distance, with a trace of hesitation between her brows, but in the end, she continued her calligraphy practice.

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"This year's autumn came earlier than in previous years. Before and now, it was still over 30 degrees." Song Zhiyu shivered, wearing slippers and leather shoes, which looked nondescript, especially since he had even forgotten the briefcase in his hand.

Leave it at home.

"When you reach middle age, you will really understand." Qi Chen touched the thin sword at his waist and felt the edge on it. He felt a little at ease. Although he didn't say it, after seeing Song Zhiyu's bloody disaster, he couldn't help but feel it.

nervous.

"With my strength, I can live to be 120 or 30 years old without any problem, so I am a young man now, and you should be a child."

"Why is your weapon a pen?"

"How did I know? I was probably forced by my parents to practice pen calligraphy when I was a child. As a result, when I woke up, I was able to communicate with the pen. If I had known that I would have cared more about animals when I was a child."

Song Zhiyu checked the pen. This was obviously not a pen on the market. It was a pen that could kill people.

"What about you, what talent did you have when you awakened?"

"Maybe he's become smarter."

"shameless."

"You are so shameless, you even covered your face." Qi Chen saw that Song Zhiyu was wearing a black mask, "And you also carry it with you. It seems that you have done a lot of bad things."

Song Zhiyu smiled: "I wear a mask precisely because I want to save face. This is an attitude. I don't want to be dragged into your trap. As long as the maintenance office understands my attitude."

"Furthermore, the smog in Shanghai is so severe that it is easy to get sick if you don't wear a mask."

"I always feel that nothing good will happen if I come here with you today."

From a distance, we have seen the Xia family's old house. Although many Xia family members have villas in other places, they must all be staying in the old house today.

There is no one on this road, only the cool breeze is blowing, and the grass and trees on the roadside are rustling, like ghosts crying and wolves howling.

"Bailikang is restless." Song Zhiyu suddenly said, "With the news of the resurgence of spiritual energy, in fact, I believe that many monks want to seize this opportunity."

"And at the end of next year, the maintenance office will be replaced."

"With Pericon's strength, it is likely that he will return to the headquarters."

Qi Chen originally had a good impression of the old guy, but now he has no feelings at all: "Is that guy so powerful?"

"He hasn't done anything for a long time, so no one knows how powerful he is, but I guess he will soon become a grand master."

"You know that?"

Song Zhiyu smiled and said, "Look at his hair.

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, the less hair he has, the stronger he is, I think he is almost bald."

Qi Chen: "..."

Is this a bad joke?

A main road leads to the Xia family's old house. There are flowers, plants and trees on both sides of the road, making it difficult to see clearly.

Just behind those bunkers, many people held their breath. They originally thought it was one person, but suddenly there was an extra person, leaving them confused for a while.

"One more person?"

The Xia family's old house is brightly lit.

"Who is that person?" Master Buhui said in a deep voice. He was not in a good mood because he had not been told the truth until now.

That Qi Chen turned out to be a master.

However, he was equally shocked by the Xia family's arrangements, and there was a mysterious Brother Zhou in charge, and he was unwilling to pay the 1.5 billion, so he stayed.

Mrs. Xia shook her head: "The news said that I couldn't see clearly because my face was covered."

"The person who can be invited by a grandmaster is not only a grandmaster, but also a strong person in the three realms of consecration." Brother Zhou Zhou said with a gentle smile, "I'm afraid that the news about us has also been noticed by Qi Chen. We are prepared.

He is also prepared."

There was silence.

They originally wanted to catch each other off guard, but they miscalculated.

"But they don't know Brother Zhou is here." Mrs. Xia remained stable.

Brother Zhou Zhou nodded: "Maybe I don't need to take action. A fist can kill the grandmaster. A knife or a bullet can kill the grandmaster under certain circumstances."

"And the Maintenance Office doesn't care about it, which means this person has a normal relationship with them."

"Then...kill him."

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In the grass, a group of professional killers were quietly taking out daggers. The dark daggers rubbed against their boots, and the cold wind blew, but there was no sound.

At this time, in front of Qi Chen and Song Zhiyu, a group of people had surrounded them, a dark group.

Song Zhiyu introduced: "This is a descendant of the Xia family, Xia Wenyi. It seems that he was a special soldier before."

"Those at the back are the bodyguards of the Xia family. Don't look at their suits and leather shoes, but I can tell that they have killed people and have blood debts on their bodies."

Song Zhiyu's understatement made Xia Wenyi's face change slightly.

"Qi Chen, I know what your strength is, but do you really think that a monk can go on a rampage? After all, this is the world of ordinary people, not the world of monks, so ordinary people are the masters of this world."

"Although you are a master, you also have the most fatal weakness. Once your spiritual energy is exhausted, you will no longer be invulnerable." Xia Wenyi shouted.

"This is Song Zhiyu, a grand master." Qi Chen ignored the other party and pushed Song Zhiyu out, and also pulled off his hood.

Xia Wenyi looked at Song Zhiyu's weird dress, but suddenly he was confused: "Are you a programmer just recruited by the company?!"

"Hello, Mr. Xia." Song Zhiyu sighed, "Why did you expose my identity? How can I go back to work tomorrow?

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"You are destined to be unemployed anyway."

Xia Wenyi's expression changed uncertainly, and she always felt like there was a stone weighing on her heart.

"I didn't expect it to be Song Zhiyu." Brother Zhou Zhou said strangely at the Xia family's old house. It's just that the atmosphere among everyone was not good, but they were two grand masters.

"He is wearing a mask, indicating that he does not want to show his face. In this case, it has nothing to do with the maintenance office. It is just a private matter. However, this person is more troublesome. He has many friends. He will not kill him if he can." Brother Zhou was very calm.

It was as if the two masters were not worth mentioning in front of him.

…

As soon as the autumn leaves move, the murderous aura condenses.

Qi Chen sighed softly, but the blood all over his body was burning.

Xia Wenyi's eyes flashed, and when the other party took a breath, he suddenly fired.

He shot very quickly, almost without thinking, without any aim, but very accurately.

If the Xia family hadn't needed him back then, with his excellent results and staying in the army, he would have definitely been able to hold a high position.

A shot rang out.

Immediately afterwards, there were dense gunshots, tongues of fire spitting out in the dark night, and the smell of gunpowder smoke instantly filled the world.

"I will help you clear the obstacles in front of you to prevent you from wasting your spiritual energy. They should have prepared a very powerful back-up, probably at the level of a grandmaster."

"It's better to do it as soon as possible. My daughter is waiting for me to sing her to sleep."

After Song Zhiyu said these words, the decadent aura on his body disappeared, replaced by a chilly one.

It's as sharp as a sword, but it's not a sword he's using.

There was already a gold and black pen in his hand.

The pen has a golden dragon tattooed on it, which is very delicate and looks a bit sacred in the dark night.

Facing countless bullets, he flicked his fingers, and a little ink smudged out. It slowly smudged out in the night, forming a thin film, like an ink painting.

Countless bullets landed on the black ink, constantly splashing, and black flowers blossomed.

This scene is extremely elegant.

Qi Chen was amazed. Only now did he realize that he had underestimated the world.

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Master Buhui turned the beads in his hand and muttered something, but suddenly he stopped.

"Song Zhiyu...is that Song Zhiyu?!" He looked at Brother Zhou, the person he feared.

"Besides that Song Zhiyu, which Song Zhiyu is there?"

"It turned out to be Song Zhiyu who was writing and writing. I remember that he hadn't appeared for a long time. There was a demon disaster that year. He killed many demons. As a result, his wife and daughter were killed by a demon in revenge."

"That incident was quite a big deal, and I never heard from him again." Master Buhui's lips were a little pale and dry.

If it was Song Zhiyu, it would be really troublesome, but this mysterious Brother Zhou was so calm, I guess he had some tricks up his sleeve.

Author's words: Good morning! (I'm so sleepy)
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