The little lights of the birthday party are bright and neon lights.

The three of them were next to each other, drinking drinks, eating cakes, talking about the past, and talking about the past.

It's like a gathering of friends for many years, but they have only known each other for nearly two years.

Because of their repeated tasks, they have fallen into many dangers, and their cooperation has led to a huge tacit understanding of them who have never met each other.

Like matching gears, they engage each other, push each other, constantly move forward and run.

Zhou Yongxin's eyes were gentle. He enjoyed everything now and cherished it very much. They were warriors and were doing the most dangerous battle in the world.

At this time, drinking and talking about drinking may one day become a memory that disappears.

Zhou Yongxin never thought of such a situation.

He will stop it.

Naray was holding a coke in his hand, and the bubbles gushed, and she clenched the straw.

"Losina, this birthday party took me a lot of effort, oh!"

She slid into Losina's arms sly.

Losina has always been generous and can only let Na Lei look like she is willing to let her go.

Seeing Na Lei's body almost twisting, Zhou Yongxin took a sip of the drink.

He also looked at it with a strange look, and suddenly, the appearance of Dillinghusse appeared in his mind.

What kind of torture is that guy enduring at Tiandesity Headquarters now?

Tianming headquarters is a dark underground prison.

The light of mechanical light shone on Dillinghusse's face.

The originally pretty face was a little dark purple, and his hands and feet were bleeding from metal iron shackles.

But his breath was not at all disordered, but on the contrary, it became more and more stable.

In the endless darkness in the distance, strange footsteps came.

Dillinghus, who heard the sound, raised his head.

Watch the mysterious sound from the abyss.

"Hello, Dillinghus."

The man was blonde and blue-eyed, young and handsome, but his eyes were inconsistent with his face.

After seeing all the vicissitudes of life and traveling through time, those eyes are as empty as if they are empty.

Dillinghus raised his head, his voice hoarse.

"I'm right, you're the Destiny Bishop, Otto Apokalis."

"Very right, it seems you know a little about me."

The first time the two of them touched their eyes, Otto's turquoise pupils seemed to be able to penetrate Dillinghus instantly.

After a while of sustainability, Otto was surprised to find that the disguise of the man in front of him was layer by layer.

He couldn't see through it.

The two eyes are like black holes. If you keep trying to do it, you will devour the other party, but both sides will restrain each other, but the goal will not be achieved.

Otto's eyes were relaxed, and the prison door was opened.

Dillinghusse's eyes changed slightly.

What does he want to do?

I saw Otto holding a needle tube in his hand, and the common differences were seen.

He walked behind him and touched his back with a pair of cold palms.

"You are an outstanding talent and have a great talent that is not inferior to me, but unfortunately there is a gap between us that is famous for the years."

Dillinghus' eyes widened at this time, and a torn pain came from his back.

"ah!"

Otto is pumping his own spinal fluid?

Just inserted into your spinal cord?

This process is only a few seconds, but it is a great pain for Dillinghus.

Otto looked at the pink liquid in his hand and nodded, it seemed that he had already obtained what he wanted.

And Dillinghus frowned, his eyes covered with blood.

He looked at Otto, and the man suddenly showed his fangs at this moment. It turned out that this was the Archbishop of Destiny, and he was also a cruel person when he was cruel.

He could still feel blood bleeding on his back, but he was bound with his hands and couldn't even deal with it.

"Don't worry." Otto said suddenly: "This mere skin trauma will have no effect on you."

Skin trauma, we?

What is Otto talking about?

The pain was endless doubts, and in Otto's heart seemed to have a deeper understanding of himself.

At this time, Dillinghus forgot the pain and the curiosity in his heart sprouted.

And when Otto's back disappeared into the darkness again, Dillinghus returned to quiet.

Breathing is gradually adjusted back to its original state.

Suddenly, Deeringhus's spirit began to sink, and his consciousness became blurred uncontrollably.

When he opened his eyes again, Dillinghus glanced around him and was already in a familiar ruined street.

Uto City.

Dillinghus is extremely familiar with this place because he spent his childhood here.

"Why am I back here?"

This is the beginning of Dillinghusse's life, the starting point of determining his goals and the starting point of everything.

He knew very well that this place was not real, because it was exactly the same as what he remembered.

The broken place has been so many years, and I am afraid it has been cleaned up by the government for a long time. How could it be that it has remained the same for so many years?

"Are you pretending to be a ghost?" Dillinghus growled.

He thought it was Otto's work, but he also knew that there was no such equipment in his cell, and his feeling was very clear now.

This is not the truth that simulation machines can give.

Walking deeper, Deeringhus discovered that there was no one here.

The empty streets are completely different from the chaos in my memory, and they only add to the tranquility and strangeness.

"Hey, Weinaro, Aska, Mellor, Zhou Tianyu!"

After calling out a few times, I barely considered a playmate's name when I was a child, but as expected, no one responded.

At this time, Dillinghus suddenly stopped and saw a small and dilapidated house. His eyes, which had always been calm, opened slightly.

That was his home, a safe haven for his childhood.

But wasn't it burned into ashes by a fire?

Walking over, reaching out and pushing open the creaking wooden door, Dilinghus walked in, and what caught his eye was a withered potted plant, with only a dark yellow leaf on it still struggling to support it.

And when you look in, the whole room and the whole house are all like this.

But strangely, there was a strange figure in the middle.

A painted black dress and an off-white metal headband.

And sharp

nails.

The aura of despair surged, and Dellinghus frowned and immediately said, "Who are you?"

The man heard the voice of Dillinghusse and stretched out his strange arm, which was so thin that it was scary.

"Please sit."

The voice is low and the demon is in a low voice.

The man was actually inviting him.

But Dillinghus is not an ordinary person, stepping across from the man in black.

Sitting cross-legged, Dillinghus looked at the man's face.

But I can only see a vain darkness, and my face is incomplete.

But even if he was shameless, the man could still speak, but his voice was unpleasant.
To be continued...