My daily life

After finding the person behind the scenes, Yang Yuan was also very curious. You know, this is the Association of Alien Warriors!

If you post a task like this here without being afraid of being discovered, then there is only one possibility left.

That is - there is something wrong with the entire Association of Aliens!

Thinking of this, Yang Yuan became more interested in this villain, so he no longer hid his identity and purpose. He directly removed his superpowers and sat down opposite Fujima Miroku.

"hello."

Yang Yuan's voice startled Fujima Miroku, who was sleeping with his head down waiting for news. Then he raised his head and looked at Yang Yuan.

The two looked at each other, and a hint of surprise flashed in Fujima Miroku's eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.

"Who are you? Why are you here? How did you get in?"

Fujima Miroku looked a little flustered at first, but he gradually relaxed after seeing that the person sitting in front of him was a young man.

It's just a little devil!

Fujima Miroku thought to himself, and at the same time secretly felt lucky that he was not an official alien.

So Fujima Miroku also clasped his hands together, crossed his legs, and looked at Yang Yuan jokingly.

He did not feel any threat from Yang Yuan, although he was a little curious about how the other party got in, but since there was no threat it would be nice to have a chat.

Of course, it would be great if you could know everything without having to do anything.

"You don't actually need to know who I am. I'm just a little curious about what the purple youmeng stone in your body is."

Yang Yuan looked through Fujima Miroku's body and looked at the purple worm that was constantly wriggling in his body.

"Oh? I'm surprised you know my secret!"

A sneer appeared on Fujima Miroku's lips, and a hint of disdain flashed in his eyes.

"Hmph, why not tell you? This is a treasure I got from the organization. With it, I can become a stronger person now."

Fujima Miroku smiled proudly, as if showing off his strength and status.

"I just wonder what else you know?"

Fujima Miroku's tone was cold, and there was a hint of chill in his eyes.

Having said this, his eyes narrowed slightly. Although he looked normal on the surface, a strong murderous intent was hidden deep in his eyes.

"You want to know? ... Then I have to think about it carefully."

A sly smile appeared on Yang Yuan's lips. He raised his head and pretended to be thinking. After a while, he pretended to be enlightened, looked at Fujima Miroku and said to him:

"I also know that there are no normal people in this Alien Association anymore."

Hearing these words, Fujima Miroku's pupils contracted instantly, and the whole person jumped up from his seat like a spring. Then, a cold light flashed, and a sharp weapon appeared in his hand, pressing tightly against Yang Yuan's neck.

"How did you know about this?"

Fujima Miroku's voice was full of tension and vigilance, as if he would swing his weapon without hesitation if Yang Yuan said something wrong.

He was very scared at this time. You know, he was an undercover agent. If China knew that he was a spy planted here, he would not have a good ending.

"You're talking about this. Of course, we're the only ones who know about this at the moment."

Yang Yuan said this with a relaxed look on his face. He didn't even raise his head, as if he didn't take the other person seriously at all.

There was no fear at all, even when the sharp blade was against his throat.

After hearing Yang Yuan's words, Fujima Miroku's face became uncertain and his eyes were a little hesitant, but when he thought of the organization's punishment, his eyes gradually became firm.

"If that's the case, then... please go to hell!"

As Fujima Miroku said this, he used the weapon in his hand to push forward with his own strength.

Yang Yuan did not avoid this.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak"

Hearing the sound like a blade cutting through marble, Fujima Miroku was also filled with disbelief.

You have to know that the weapon in your hand has been strengthened countless times.

Even steel as thick as an arm can be cut easily.

However, such a powerful weapon did not leave any trace on the man in front of him.

Yang Yuan looked at his body. The knife just now made him feel slight pain, but it did not cause any substantial damage.

Fujima Miroku widened his eyes and looked at Yang Yuan in disbelief.

He couldn't believe that his attack had no effect and didn't even leave a scratch.

He took a deep breath and swung his weapon again, trying to find Yang Yuan's weakness.

However, no matter how hard he tried, Yang Yuan remained as steady as a rock and easily avoided his attacks.

The corners of Yang Yuan's mouth slightly raised, revealing a disdainful smile.

"You want to defeat me with such strength? That's just wishful thinking!"

Yang Yuan's eyes were as sharp as torches and he decided not to dodge anymore. He flashed in front of Fujima Miroku in an instant and punched him.

Fujima Miroku was caught off guard by the punch. He quickly raised the weapon in his hand to block it, but the powerful force still knocked him away.

After being knocked away by a punch, Fujima Miroku felt a strong sense of frustration in his heart, and immediately realized the gap between himself and Yang Yuan.

At this time, Yang Yuan's speed and strength far exceeded his, and he knew very well that he could not continue like this.

Then he gnashed his teeth and shouted:

"You bastard, even if I die, I will drag you down with me!"

After saying that, Fujima Miroku used all his strength, gathered all the energy into the weapon in his hand, and launched his strongest attack.

A dazzling light burst out from the weapon and rushed towards Yang Yuan with endless power.

Yang Yuan looked at Fujima Miroku's final struggle expressionlessly and gently raised his finger.

An invisible force surged out from his fingertips, instantly turning Fujima Miroku's attack into nothing.

Fujima Miroku's eyes widened, his face full of shock.

He didn't expect that his strongest attack could be broken so easily.

He lost his balance and fell to the ground helplessly.

Yang Yuan walked to Fujima Miroku, looked down at him and said calmly:

"Fujima Miroku, you are too weak. I thought you would bring me some interest, but unfortunately... Alas~"

Fujima Miroku closed his eyes, but when he opened them again, purple worms crawled out of his eyes.

He can even control the power of these insects.

Countless purple rays of light gathered on the weapon in Fujima Miroku's hand, emitting a faint glow.