Slay the Gods: All the blood of kings must end with the sword!

"Sir, the target we are tracking has come into contact with Yuuri Heizhe. Do we need to continue tracking?"

In front of Lin Xuan, a middle-aged man with a resolute face knelt on one knee and reported the surveillance situation.

"Have you made contact yet..."

Lin Xuan raised his eyebrows and said, "No need. Next, we must concentrate all our forces to monitor Hanchuansi."

Now that Lin Qiye is here, it’s time to wipe out the Hanchuan family.

Don’t be fooled by the burly appearance of this man in front of you. He is actually the head of the intelligence organization under Lin Xuan.

They are usually responsible for tasks such as surveillance, assassination and intelligence gathering.

The opponent's word spirit is Mingzhao, but the opponent's Mingzhao is the same as in the original book, not the enhanced version of Mingzhao that Lin Xuan possesses.

By the way, many of the words possessed by the hybrids under Lin Xuan are not in the original work.

These include visual shielding, auditory shielding, etc., which may not be useful individually, but these words can be stacked.

When several hybrids gather together and combine their various spiritual words, they will be absolutely invisible as long as they don't attack.

The burly man responded, and his figure turned into a shadow and disappeared without a trace.

Lin Xuan couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth.

After waiting for so long, he finally got what he wanted.

"Wang, how do you feel?"

Hongyan sat next to Lin Xuan and asked with concern.

"fine."

Lin Xuan shook his head.

It is becoming increasingly difficult to improve the purity of his bloodline. He killed an oracle, but his bloodline purity only increased by 1%.

But through this battle, Lin Xuan also figured out some of the abilities of [Disaster].

Just as he felt, [Disaster] could bring bad luck to the other party. This feeling was very strange, like painting fate with black paint and forcibly dyeing it into one's own color.

in addition,

Any existence killed by Lin Xuan will leave a soul imprint, and under the influence of [Disaster], those soul imprints are transformed into wronged souls in the black fog.

The wronged souls in the black fog can help Lin Xuan tear apart the enemy's souls. Those with weak souls will be torn apart directly, while those with strong souls will feel the pain of their souls being torn apart.

As Lin Xuan kills more souls, the damage caused by the wronged souls to the enemy will gradually increase.

Lin Xuan carefully recalled the feeling when he used [Disaster].

When he activated [Disaster], he felt that his ancient authority seemed to be triggered.

He remembered that he had once used his ancient authority to briefly enslave fate.

And something like [disaster] might be a partial manifestation of the power of destiny.

Lin Xuan took note of this and picked up his phone.

He wanted to send a text message to An Qingyu, asking him and Jiang Er to go and watch Lin Qiye, but then he stopped.

Because of some of An Qingyu and Jiang Er's activities on the Internet, Pure Land's artificial intelligence "Yu Jin" has noticed something is wrong and is searching for them.

At the same time, the invasion of the Pure Land has reached a critical stage, and it is indeed difficult to interfere with them at this time.

It's a bit of a pity.

Send them the video later.

Lin Xuan picked up the communicator and dialed a number.

"Hey, Jia Lan, I found Lin Qiye."

"where?"

"you guess?"

Faintly, Lin Xuan heard the sound of fists clenching.

"Ahem, he's at Yuuri Heizen's."

"...I understand. I'll be back the day after tomorrow, no, the day after tomorrow."

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a while, and Galan's voice didn't seem to have any emotion at all.

After hanging up the phone, Lin Xuan dialed another number.

"Hey?"

A cold male voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Brother, do you want to have a meal together?"

"Okay, you set a time."

"So...how about the night after tomorrow?"

"can."

Lin Xuan hung up the phone, leaned back on the sofa, and hummed a song happily.

Zhao Kongcheng, who was sitting beside him, glanced at Lin Xuan strangely and complained:

"Lin Qiye is extremely unlucky to have met you."

Chen Muye's expression remained unchanged, holding a book in his hands.

But if you pay close attention, you will find that he has not turned a page since Lin Xuan called.

Yuan Zhihualing tugged at Yuan Zhilu's sleeve and whispered to her brother,

"Brother, do you want to try being a gigolo? I think you can definitely become a top star."

Yuan Zhilu looked at the girl silently, not knowing what to say.

Is it really something a sister could say to let her brother be a gigolo?

Yuan Zhilu felt that his warm and cozy little cotton-padded jacket was leaking a little.

"If it were you, brother, Hua Ling would be willing to contribute all her pocket money to buy flower tickets for you."

Yuan Zhihualing raised her hands and looked to cheer herself up.

Yuan Zhilu grabbed the girl's cheek and said, "You have no pocket money for this month. Don't even think about asking Uncle Kongcheng and Uncle Makino for it."

"Eh? Bro, you're being unreasonable!"

Gennochi Karin protested, but was suppressed by Gennochi Ryū.

"Uncle Kongcheng, look at him!"

"I think Hua Ling, you are at the right age to study. I will find a suitable school for you. You can study with your uncle Makino for the next few days."

Zhao Kongcheng said some very devilish words in a very gentle tone.

The girl's eyes widened in disbelief.

At this moment, her mood was like a peeled potato.

Potato POTATO, without the P, only

OTATO

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"Here, here, please line up and don't squeeze."

The neon lights of the Black Sycamore Tower illuminated the excited faces of the girls.

Yuuri Heizhe and Xiao Jin stood at the door, both smiling like flowers, trying hard to maintain order.

Yuuri Heizhe looked at the long queue at the door and was shocked.

Today is the second day that Lin Qiye and Amamiya Haruki have been working as gigolos.

To be honest, he didn't expect that the two of them would become famous overnight.

That night, the surrounding Wutong Night shops seemed to be closed, and many girls wanted to fill the emptiness in their hearts, but they couldn't find a way.

And Hei Wutong just happened to hit it.

In addition, the two of them are really good-looking, so many people were attracted by their friends that night and wanted to take a glimpse of the two of them.

After the first night, overwhelming publicity took over the streets and alleys, and almost all the girls were talking about Hei Wutong's gigolo.

Yuri Heizhe doesn't believe that there is no one behind the scenes fanning the flames.

But he didn't say much. If you don't make money, you're a bastard.

Yurina was sitting on a small stool on the street, holding a piece of strawberry cake in her arms.

This was given to her by Uncle Kyosuke, who said it was a gift for Asaba Nanaya and Amemiya's outstanding performance.

The girl stared at the long dragon blankly, muttering,

"So, Brother Qiye is so popular?"

She didn't understand, but she was shocked.

At this time, a man wearing a fox mask came to Yurina, squatted down, and rubbed the girl's head.

Behind him, there was a man and a woman, also wearing masks.

"Lin Xuan, where is this? Why are there so many women queuing?"

Shen Qingzhu frowned as he looked at those fanatical women.

He thought of some fanatical guys in the Black Kill Group, whose expressions were exactly the same as these people.

Once upon a time, those people would even appear directly on his bed and pounce on him like crazy when they saw him, as if they wanted to assassinate him in this way.

Fortunately, he was alert enough and did not let the other party succeed.

Later on, my men strengthened their defenses and never encountered such a thing again.

Seeing similar scenes now makes him feel a little stressed.

"Yeah, why are there so many girls queuing up..."

A faint voice sounded behind Shen Qingzhu. Shen Qingzhu's back muscles tightened and he turned to look at Jialan.

"What's wrong?"

Shen Qingzhu didn't understand why Jialan's tone was full of murderous intent.

"nothing."

Galan spoke every word, her eyes fixed on the signs held by the women.

Such as "Qian Yu I You", "Qian Yu·The Crouching Dragon of the Cowherd World·The Most Dazzling New Cowherd Star·Friend of Mature Women·Mr. Qiye"

Shen Qingzhu also saw those signs and was stunned.

Wait, Nanaya?

Could it be that……

Shen Qingzhu looked at Jialan, then at those women, and suddenly realized.

No wonder Jia Lan was so angry, it seemed that those women wanted to assassinate Lin Qiye.

That makes sense.

On the other side, Galan smiled and walked to the end of the queue.

She wants to line up and see just how amazing the legendary MILF friend is!

Shen Qingzhu took two steps back, ready to give this opportunity to save the hero to Jialan alone.

As for Lin Xuan, he also ran to queue up, wanting to pay his respects to Lin Qiye's remains.