Godslayer: My Girlfriend Red Tassel

North of the city.

The night was deep, and the wind was quite noisy.

"Da da da da da."

A large number of dense and noisy footsteps trod across the bridge. At a moment, a figure suddenly dangled upside down, nimbly hanging on the edge of the bridge, his sharp eyes quickly scanning the bottom of the bridge.

Wherever his eyes fell, he came upon seven gray-robed men sitting together, eating bread.

They were so close, their eyes met, but strangely, the figure seemed not to see anything. Muttering "safe," it used its waist and abdomen to nimbly return to the group and follow the main force into the distance.

"Phew, we almost got caught, thankfully the captain reacted quickly." Tianping breathed a sigh of relief.

Whirlpool raised his fractured right hand and said seriously, "This is the fourth wave today. This scale of arrests doesn't seem like dealing with petty thieves at all. It seems like they're serious... Is it really necessary to take so little stuff?"

"You still have the nerve to say it!"

Rose raised her arm and punched his bandaged head, saying with heartache, "If it were me, I would have caught him too. After all, can you compare the value of a petty thief to that of a perverted petty thief?"

"Rose, I've discovered you have no heart!" Whirlpool pulled a cup from behind him, shook it, and said with a pained expression:

“You want to use a cup, and I said we’re on the run, we can just make do with our hands. But you insist that it’s not okay, that we absolutely have to, that life may be tough, but the quality of life has to be good… Fine, then I’ll go steal one for you.”

The vortex paused for a moment, then said in a pitiful tone:

"But I don't recognize the writing here! In the dark, I saw a cup-shaped outline on the counter, so I brought it back, and even brought one for everyone. How was I supposed to know it was this thing... I did a good job, so why did you break my bones!"

"I even got you a pink one, you're so heartless!"

"puff."

Xinghun spat out a mouthful of bread crumbs.

Rose suddenly turned to look at him, her expression chilling with murderous intent.

"Cough cough, I'm a little choked, sorry."

Xinghun quickly covered his mouth, carefully recalling all the painful memories of recent years, a bead of cold sweat trembling slightly on his forehead.

Rose bit her gums, clenched her fists, and stared at him for a long while before finally looking away.

She took a deep breath before turning to look at the swirling vortex of tears, revealing a gentle smile:

"Okay, I admit I was mostly in the wrong, but if you wave this thing in front of me again, I'll smash your head into your stomach, okay?"

Whirlpool: "Okay!"

Wang Mian clutched his hair in anguish, thinking that when he returned to Daxia this time, he should at least ask the [Nightfall] team if they needed any more people. He wanted to rent out Whirlpool and Rose for a while, for free, and if needed, [Masked] could even pay some nutrition fees, as much as they wanted.

...Anyway, [Masked] has a lot of achievements and isn't short of money.

"Splash splash splash".

A gentle breeze swept by, carrying piles of paper cranes as they flew past. Wang Mian quickly activated the shoe print mark again, covering the seven people.

The opponent's extraordinary power was gradually being revealed, leaving little room for concealment. Wang Mian's gaze fell on the small monk statue peeking out from under the bundle, deep in thought... The mission objective was achieved, and intelligence gathering was nearing completion; it was time to withdraw... Tomorrow, I'll leave tomorrow!

"call out--"

A streak of azure light flashed across the sky, and surging divine power descended wildly from the heavens, sweeping away all obstacles and disappearing into the distance. The seven members of the Masked Clan suddenly shivered, revealing expressions of terror.

"God! There is a god! Let's go, let's leave now!"

……

Fengji family.

Ye Fan stopped cultivating and asked Zhou Ping solemnly, "Even you couldn't find it? How is that possible?"

"Strictly speaking, I should have found it," Zhou Ping replied, his eyes filled with confusion.

"But the moment I found it, the concept of 'searching' suddenly disappeared from my mind, as if that memory had been sealed away in an instant. It wasn't until the time it takes for an incense stick to burn had passed that I broke free from this state."

"When we went to look for them again, they had already disappeared in the north of the city."

Haruki Amamiya and Yuri Kurozawa returned empty-handed. When they reported back to Ye Fan, Zhou Ping happened to be free. He immediately used his divine sense to create a sword and carefully searched the north of the city. He thought it would be a simple task, but he found nothing.

Ye Fan sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, and the power of the divine kingdom slowly emanated outwards.

A dense golden light enveloped the statues, instantly transforming into countless golden threads invisible to mortals, shooting out and connecting tens of thousands of statues. Each statue also acted as a transit point, sending out golden threads to connect with neighboring statues.

In a short while, the entire human circle was enveloped by Ye Fan's divine kingdom, and all things were clearly visible in his mind.

Among them, there is a sudden and strange presence, like a blank space appearing in the picture, abrupt and eerie.

Ye Fan's expression gradually hardened. If it weren't for the solitary statue in this blank space, even he would have had difficulty locking onto the target in an instant.

"Interesting, I'll go meet him."

Ye Fan's figure vanished suddenly, and in an instant he stood on the sea at the edge of the human circle. As far as his eyes could see, a simple homemade sailboat was cutting through the waves, clearly indicating that the other party had planned this in advance and had begun to implement their escape plan.

Amitabha Buddha, it's just stealing a few cups and underwear, is it really necessary to run away... Ye Fan touched his bald head in confusion, but he didn't hold back and planned to capture him alive for questioning.

"Halt, scavengers! In the name of the Brahma Kingdom, I hereby temporarily arrest you."

Ye Fan calmly raised his hand and gently pushed forward. Instantly, golden light appeared in the sky, and a gigantic palm that blotted out the sky burst forth from the clouds and slammed into the sea. The violent air pressure caused the sea surface to cave in, forming an abyss.

The next moment, a colossal wave roared up thousands of feet high, overturning the sailboat like a falling leaf and slamming it back onto the shore.

"You go first!"

hum!

A blade of energy that swept across the sky tore through the air and roared in. The gray-robed figure followed closely behind the blade of energy, raising his long sword high. The moment his hood was blown open by the violent airflow, the familiar face with a striking shoe print made Ye Fan's pupils shrink.

Even if he were reduced to ashes, he could still recognize him at a glance!

King... King's Face!

Ye Fan nearly jumped up in shock... Wasn't he dead? Su Yan said Wang Mian was dead!

The Great Xia Dynasty even held a memorial service for "Masked," and his portrait was hung in the highest place in the training camp... How could he possibly be alive...?

Overwhelmed with surprise and ecstasy, Ye Fan excitedly scratched his head and even rushed forward somewhat frantically.

"King Face, hahaha, King Face, you're not dead!"

"?"

Wang was startled. Although he didn't understand what this little monk with "passion" on his forehead was, since the monk could call him by name and showed no hostility... could it be that he wasn't actually an enemy?

Wang Mian withdrew his sword aura and landed in front of the little monk:

"who are you?"

"Wang Mian, you're not dead, you're really not dead... I knew you wouldn't die, sob sob sob."

Ye Fan's gaze was fixed on that figure, driven by his pure and innocent nature, his emotions were overwhelming. His arm trembled slightly uncontrollably, his fingers outstretched as if trying to grasp something. Tears welled up in his eyes, blurring the familiar face before him into a hazy shadow.

"You are..." Wang Mian sensed the other party's fervent and sincere feelings and couldn't help but move closer.

Then, in the instant when Wang Mian's face became blurred, Ye Fan suddenly forgot who Wang Mian was, and only remembered that he had come to catch the cup thief.

"Snapped!"

The young monk slapped Wang Mian to the ground and roared, "You dare to run away, you perverted thief!"

"???"

Oh no, I've been tricked! Wang Mian was immediately alarmed. He frantically writhed on the ground a few times, then turned around and swiftly thrust his long sword at the little monk.

The moment Ye Fan saw Wang Mian's face again, she gasped in shock once more:

"Wang Mian... what are you doing here!"

Wang was taken aback and hesitated.

"You're not dead! You're not dead! I..." Ye Fan was in tears, her eyes welling up with tears.

"I...I'll fucking beat you to death, you pervert."

Ye Fan stomped Wang Mian into the sand with a loud "boom," stomping on him frantically: "Damn it, you pervert!"

nmsl...... The king struggled, so angry that he pounded the ground and roared.

"Huh, King... King's Face?"

"..."

(P.S.: This is a bit late. I'll revise it later. Thank you everyone for helping me fix the bugs. May the giant female monkey on Mount Emei give birth to your own monkeys!)