Reborn, being taken care of by the enemy Empress blocking the resurrection point

Gao Yunjing did not choose to sleep because he knew Lin Xiaoke's choice.

He was just sitting on the sofa wearing his loose pajamas, a glass of whiskey in his hand.

His eyes fell on the amber liquid.

Not long after, there was a knock on the door.

Gao Yunjing sat there and continued to appreciate the blurred colors of the fine whiskey in the glass under the light.

But the door suddenly opened automatically.

Gao Yunjing has devoured quite a few ethereal spirits in the past year, and among them happens to be telekinesis, which is rated as the most practical ethereal spirit.

Lin Xiaoke, tired and cold, walked in. The sniper rifle specially made by the Yunhua Empire was gently placed on the coffee table.

"That's not bad." Gao Yunjing's face showed satisfaction and he nodded with a smile.

Lin Xiaoke was nestled on the sofa. At that time, his usually lively and expressive eyes were still dull, like a doll's eyes.

"I want the power of revenge."

"Are you sure? I'm telling you that your mortality rate will reach [-]% during this process."

"I know." Lin Xiaoke answered quickly, fearing that Gao Yunjing wanted to deny the power that could change his life.

As if Gao Yunjing could predict what Lin Xiaoke was thinking, he said disdainfully: "I promise you that you won't default on your debt."

The pair of deep, dark eyes glanced out the window, raised their palms, and instantly there was a sense of desolation, and a terrifying murderous aura filled the room like running water.

What was originally a normal furniture building suddenly seemed to be coated with a layer of cyan paint and became like bronze.

"Accept this power."

Lin Xiaoke held Gao Yunjing's hand without hesitation, and the metallic luster of cyan spread along Lin Xiaoke's hand.

Not long after, Lin Xiaoke's whole body became like bronze, and he sat there blankly, but the terrifying murderous intention roared in the room.

Lin Xiaoke's eyes slowly shed two tears of blood. He struggled to speak, making a harsh sound of metal friction.

"Why is there still a consciousness?"

Gao Yunjing had a kind smile on his face and a soft voice, which had the magic power to induce people to arouse the greed at the bottom of their hearts.

"Isn't the power to kill him yours?"

"The Sequence 45 [Law Order·Bronze] and the peak B-level strength are enough for your revenge."

After hearing this, Lin Xiaoke did not have any more questions. Instead, he closed his eyes and concentrated his mind to fight against the will in his body.

The night became darker and darker. Within ten minutes, all the bronze color on Lin Xiaoke's body receded, and he slowly opened his eyes.

Clean and clear eyes without any strange color.

The two looked at each other calmly, and finally Lin Xiaoke took the lead to break the silence, "After completing my revenge, I will be at your disposal."

Gao Yunjing did not answer the question directly, but looked out the window at the dark and distant night.

He was in a daze, like a poem reciting, "The night will never end the hunt."

Then he lowered his head and laughed in a weird low voice. The laughter was harsh and unpleasant, like the performance of a crow concert.

But it also reveals countless madnesses, which makes people feel nervous and shudder.

"Still not sure what to do?"

"I understand."

Lin Xiaoke got up and left.

Lin House.

Shen Yue's assassination could not be concealed at all, and everyone knew that Lin Xiaoke ran away in the end.

So with Lin Xiaoke's connections, it seemed that finding one or two people to kill Shen Yue wouldn't be a problem.

Lin Yefeng has not yet fully digested Lin Xiaoke's virtual spirit, and his fighting ability is naturally not very strong. He can only hide in the depths of Lin Mansion and wait for himself to digest it before he can appear openly and openly in front of the world.

Just after finishing his second digestion, Lin Yefeng stood up and performed a set of punches to soothe his stiff muscles.

The boxing skills were impressive, and the sharp punching wind erupted into a sharp stabbing sound in the basement.

Amidst the gusts of fist wind, the darkroom walls made of pure metal in the depths of Lin Mansion slowly melted, and a tall figure wearing a black windbreaker walked out.

Lin Yefeng had no intention of answering and just scolded him coldly, "Didn't you tell me not to come here these days?"

The tall figure was completely hidden in the dark corner. He just spoke plainly, and a harsh sound sounded like his throat was being torn.

"I wouldn't worry if I didn't come to see you."

"What's there to see?" Lin Yefeng's tone, although still impatient, was a bit softer after all.

Turning around, Lin Yefeng's pupils suddenly dilated when he saw the face of the visitor clearly, with a look of disbelief on his face, and even his voice was trembling.

"You...how...why are you back?"

Lin Xiaoke stretched out his hand and the green metal flew out like a poisonous snake. The sharp tip cut through the air and killed Lin Yefeng.

Lin Yefeng ducked sideways, and three long metal thorns flew into the air. Lin Xiaoke held the metal floor with his palm upward and twisted several bronze thorns out of the floor in an instant.

Lin Yefeng had no time to dodge due to the dense murderous intent, and the bronze metal thorns pierced Lin Yefeng's body without any hindrance.

As Lin Xiaoke raised his palm, the metal thorns piercing Lin Yefeng's body slowly rose to lift Lin Yefeng's body.

"This is impossible!" Veins popped up on Lin Yefeng's forehead. He kept trying to twist his body, but he could only make more blood flow.

"I've seen your abilities! Obviously a pistol can't hurt you in close combat, so why can these few metal thorns of yours pierce my body?"

Hearing this, Lin Xiaoke showed a disdainful smile, "The ability of [General's Hundred Battles] is indeed very powerful, but it also depends on who is using it."

He walked slowly in front of Lin Yefeng. His eyes, which were originally as bright as the morning sun, were now as calm as a bottomless pool.

"In my hands, it is like a victorious general, but in your hands..." Lin Xiaoke's smile was cold, like the cold wind of winter.

"It's trash!"

The bronze metal thorn suddenly lowered, allowing Lin Xiaoke to reach out and pinch Lin Yefeng's neck.

Lin Xiaoke's hands continued to tighten, and Lin Yefeng's complexion gradually turned as purple as a pig's liver. Lin Xiaoke's hands could deeply feel the desperately beating blood vessels under Lin Yefeng's neck.

"Cousin, what's the one thing I've been ashamed of since I was a kid?" Lin Xiaoke's impenetrable eyes finally took off all disguises, revealing only the naked murderous intent.

"I haven't helped you every time since I was little, but you actually chose to repay me like this in the end."

"Ha~" Lin Xiaoke let out a sneer that was either mocking or self-deprecating.

For this power that can take revenge, he has sacrificed himself, even if he can kill the remnants of Zhao Fusheng.

But it will still be affected to a certain extent after all.

Just like now, he likes cruel killings.

Watching the prey's dying struggle, the dark and violent side of human nature completely exploded in his body.

The old Lin Xiaoke was dead after all.

He loosened his hand and took out a wet wipe to wipe it carefully, and suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood.

Lin Xiaoke's handsome face showed a wry smile.

If you want to have powerful power in a short period of time, you still have to pay a certain price...

He shook his head with a wry smile and left the basement, leaving only a corpse filled with a large blood hole at the mouth of the bowl.

Everything returned to loneliness, as soon as Lin Yefeng, a tall figure wearing a green robe, walked in front of the body, saying nothing, calmly watching the mess on the ground.

Then Lin Yefeng's body stood up again in a strangely stiff posture, half-kneeling in front of the man.