Slaying Gods, the agent of the Desolate Heavenly Emperor, starting with the Undying Scripture

Hongying glanced at Wen Qimo across from her and sighed, "Very good, or rather, too good."

She was still in shock from the morning and couldn't recover.

As the frontal attacker of Squad 136, Hongying possesses the strength of Chi Jing.

Even without using the Forbidden Ruins, her physical condition is quite good.

However, the person I was facing today was a monster. When I hit her with my wooden stick, the impact made my hand hurt.

They played for two hours, and the opponent showed no signs of fatigue; their stamina was truly amazing.

Not only that, Hongying also discovered that his combat talent was truly exceptional. In the two hours of fighting, he was only on the defensive for half an hour, and the rest of the time he was dodging. His speed was astonishing, making him a true prodigy.

This made Hongying feel a strong sense of frustration.

She knew that the god's agent was very powerful, but this was just too terrifying.

Also, although the other party was holding a wooden sword.

But for some reason, the wooden sword was no different from the iron sword; the long sword would twirl when it was lowered.

She doesn't wield a sword, but she can still sense that it's sword energy!

"What about others?"

Wu Xiangnan found it a bit mysterious; wasn't this just a story about a loser's rise to power?

Hongying shrugged and said helplessly, "After only an hour of playing, he actually said I was a newbie and wouldn't play with me."

I told him that if we played for another hour, I'd take him to get some noodles, and guess what he said?

"How to say?"

Wen Qimo became increasingly obsessed as he listened; this was hardly human.

“He deliberately avoided me for an hour.” Hongying sighed, her brows furrowing. “He also said he was afraid his supreme swordsmanship would injure me.”

Wu Xiangnan was stunned for a moment, recalling the harmless look on his face at the Peace Hotel last night, and couldn't help but swallow.

"Where did he go?"

"Sigh, first I went to the steamed bun shop and bought all their steamed buns and mantou. I paid for it."

"He even takes advantage of girls." Wu Xiangnan tapped his chin.

"He said that since the team wasn't giving subsidies, they would have to take advantage of everyone from now on."

"It's okay, the kid is still growing."

Looking in the direction of the sound, they saw Captain Chen Muye walk in.

"Moreover, the more he eats, the more energy he expends, and the faster he grows, which is a good thing. We Night's Watchmen can afford to feed him."

Chen Muye smiled slightly, a 1916 cigarette dangling from his lips, and two packets in his hand.

Hongying nodded, secretly noting down the captain's instructions.

Wu Xiangnan looked puzzled and said, "The question is, were you still going through puberty when you were 20?"

Hongying puffed out her chest and said proudly, "Are you kidding me? I'm just going through puberty."

Wen Qimo looked at Hongying, who was sitting upright, and suddenly... a nosebleed started flowing.

Chen Muye: .....

Wu Xiangnan: .....

.........

Zhao Wentian was carrying a plastic bag filled with bread and steamed buns, and he was walking leisurely down the road.

After exercising for only two hours, I found my stomach was completely empty.

He has a strong physique, and the food he eats is easily digested.

The hunger was so intense that it's no wonder the Desolate Emperor was known as the gourmet of the perfect world.

Zhao Wentian was also thinking that his bloodline purity was currently 10.1%, and as the purity increased, the amount of food he needed would only increase.

In the future, even the steamed buns he has will probably not be enough to meet his needs.

In the later stages, one will probably have to rely on consuming various mysterious forms of energy to sustain oneself.

Or perhaps after perfectly inheriting the abilities of the Desolate Emperor, he will follow in his footsteps and hunt down gods?

After much deliberation, Zhao Wentian decided to take it one step at a time.

When we arrived at Cangnan No. 2 Middle School, there was only one red bean bun left.

Across from the school gate, Zhao Kongcheng sat there all alone, surrounded by cigarette butts. Looking at his back, he looked like a pitiful creature.

"Zhao Kongcheng."

Zhao Wentian shouted.

With a thud, Zhao Kongcheng plopped down on the ground and looked up.

"Is the interview over?"

"ended."

"What are you doing here?" Zhao Kongcheng asked.

"Come help out, has the transfer been sorted out yet?"

Zhao Kongcheng was taken aback, then scratched his head: "I forgot."

idiot!

This was Zhao Wentian's first thought.

However, he quickly fixed his gaze on the school gate and patted Zhao Kongcheng on the shoulder: "That blind man..."

Zhao Kongcheng turned his head and blinked hard.

What the hell!

whoosh-

He had just taken a step.

Zhao Wentian had already rushed out.

When he was only a dozen meters away from Lin Qiye, he seemed to sense something, his body trembled, and he took off running.

The two of them ran wildly through the street.

Lin Qiye's head was buzzing, and he really wanted to slap himself twice. Of all the paths available, why did he have to choose this one?!

Now look what happened. He stood someone up yesterday, and then he called over that crazy uncle. Is he even human? He did it so fast.

Although Lin Qiye was fast, escaping from Zhao Wentian's grasp was impossible, at least for now.

He was cornered in the alley by Zhao Wentian.

Ke Lin Qiye was not intimidated and turned right directly.

Zhao Kongcheng rushed forward, grabbed Lin Qiye's shoulder, and sneered.

"Hey kid, we meet again."

Lin Qiye turned his head and tilted his head:

"Who are you?"

Zhao Wentian stepped forward and slapped Lin Qiye on the back.

"Hey, the blind man isn't blind today."

Zhao Kongcheng looked like he was about to explode with anger.

"Me! You ask who I am? Last night I was shivering in the wind, and you ask who I am?"

Zhao Kongcheng held Lin Qiye's hand tightly, like an innocent middle-aged man afraid his boyfriend would be stolen away. "Stop pretending. You're not getting away today."

Lin Qiye raised an eyebrow and looked at Zhao Wentian: "Aren't you going to do anything about your nephew?"

But then Zhao Wentian calmly took out a cigarette, lit it, and exhaled smoke.

Lin Qiye then gave up struggling, becoming like a lamb to the slaughter, looking completely submissive.

"Alright, where do you guys suggest we go to talk?"

Zhao Kongcheng raised an eyebrow at Zhao Wentian, "Together?"

"Yes, together!"

The two uncles and nephews flanked Lin Qiye from the left and right.

Zhao Wentian actually knew in his heart where Zhao Kongcheng was planning to lead everyone, but he felt a little uneasy about it.

The three arrived at a couples' hotel. Lin Qiye stared at Zhao Wentian and asked, "Can you handle this?"

"Can you really stand it?"

Zhao Wentian shrugged.

"You...you're all perverts! Let me tell you...I...I have hemorrhoids, I've had them for years."

"Pah! What are you high school boys thinking about all day? Just find a place to chat."

Zhao Kongcheng smiled slyly and glanced at Zhao Wentian. "Uncle, go get a room."

Zhao Wentian was stunned, pointing to his face: "I...you want me to go?"

"Do you expect me to go?"

Zhao Kongcheng rolled his eyes and dragged Lin Qiye inside.

Zhao Wentian stood at the counter, and the dumbfounded shop assistant gave him a sidelong smile: "Three?"

"Um, three," Zhao Wentian said awkwardly, then turned to look at Zhao Kongcheng, "What rooms?"

"A dynamic and exciting themed king room!"

Lin Qiye: ...

Zhao Wentian: .....

At this time, three men came to a love hotel to check in.

When Zhao Wentian handed over his ID card, the female shop assistant seemed to have lost her mind.

But she secretly glanced at Lin Qiye, who looked a bit submissive, and said, "I need his ID card too."