Elven History Song

"I choose...surrender."

With cold sweat pouring down from his forehead nervously like raindrops, the fallen angel reluctantly gave his answer. No matter what, he refused to defeat the man in front of him. This is the strong man's self-awareness of his own strength. He knew very well that even if Even if you risk your life, you can't hurt the man in front of you in the slightest. If you want to survive, you can only surrender to him.

Angel's Judgment was slowly pulled out from the back of the fallen angel. The fire of life healed his injuries in a flash. Ling Aohan didn't want to kill him for the time being. After all, it was quite a feat to have a powerful guy at his disposal. A good deal, even if he is not loyal, he must obey his orders.

"I will contact you in the future. For now, just continue with your current plan."

In this sentence, Ling Aohan revealed to him two pieces of information that were incredible to him. One was that I knew all your next plans, and the other was that I knew all of your whereabouts. The whereabouts of the Fallen Angels have always been uncertain, and this is the only place that other powerful organizations risked their lives to investigate. But Ling Aohan knew all his other joints and strongholds, as well as his plans. Only the three people here know about his plan. One is dead and the other is still in a coma. There is no reason for these two people to leak the plan to anyone, but Ling Aohan already knows everything about him. He didn't know how the man in front of him did it, but he knew that he had fallen into his complete control. Knowing everything meant that he could not have the slightest betrayal, and Ling Aohan's strength was absolute. If he wanted Killing him won't waste much energy at all.

The fallen angel has also guessed that he is not the first person to be controlled by him. I am afraid that all the powerful organizations have been controlled by him at this moment, and the change of ownership in the dark world should be almost over.

At the same time, other people had completed the tasks assigned by Ling Aohan. Except for the five organizations that were casually killed, the other fifteen organizations had chosen to surrender. Ling Aohan has already planned his intelligence network, and the next step is to insert these people into it. No link in this intelligence network is critical. This is also Ling Aohan's consistent style of acting. The value of every link is equal. The actions of each link are in Ling Aohan's hands. Once there is a slight movement, Following the spider web-like intelligence network, Ling Aohan was able to accurately find that person and kill him. This is a huge "Prisoner's Dilemma", and everyone in each link is a prisoner. They don't know each other's identities. The only thing that all information is transmitted is Ling Aohan. This is a dead end. There is no possibility of cheating or overturning from the beginning.

It was already the morning of the next day when the last person returned to Ling Aohan's home. Natasha and Jiaer prepared breakfast for everyone, and Sarah prepared drinks and desserts for everyone. Ling Aoyan yawned and ate the fried dough sticks and bean juice that Natasha prepared for him. After eating the vegetable salad that Sara prepared for him, he ran back to his room and continued to sleep. Everyone else was too sleepy and went back to their rooms to sleep. Ling Aohan was the only one left.

After walking out of the restaurant, Ling Aohan went to his bedroom and took out a box of cigars from the bedside table. This is the cigar he discovered in this world. Although it tastes different from the cigars in the original world, this cigar is better in comparison, even though the cigars in the original world are more than twice as expensive as the cigars in this world.

Natasha had been following him. Seeing Ling Aohan take out a cigar, Natasha seemed a little unhappy. Originally, Ling Aohan hardly smoked, and only occasionally went back to enjoy a few puffs of cigars. However, recently, Ling Aohan obviously smoked cigars much more frequently than before. Natasha knew that it might be because of Jiaxie's death that Ling Aohan could not let go. But she didn't want Ling Aohan to harm her body by smoking.

"Master, it's better to smoke less."

Ling Aohan waved his hand and smiled, telling Natasha not to worry.

"It doesn't matter. The fire of life can remove all harmful substances, so it will be fine. Moreover, the cigar does not reach the lungs, it just swirls in the mouth."

Natasha naturally knew, but she still didn't want Ling Aohan to smoke these things. But even so, Natasha took out the cigar cutters from Ling Aohan's bedside table and cut the cigar for him, and then took out the lighter to light it for him.

Ling Aohan took a drag on his cigar, and green smoke filled his mouth. The strong taste was transmitted to his brain through his tongue. A few wisps of smoke were inadvertently inhaled into his lungs, but they were sent into the alveoli and were not spit out again. Not sure if it was a sigh or an exhalation, Ling Aohan blew out the smoke in his mouth toward the window. The smoke that had just been exhaled was instantly dispersed and carried away by the breeze. Ling Aohan stood by the floor-to-ceiling window and looked at the sea in the distance without moving. Although his eyes were filled with endless blue, what did he really see? He himself knew it.

After taking a puff, Ling Aohan waited for the right time for the next cigar to burn. The time was only about thirty seconds, but no one knew how long Ling Aohan had spent compared to these thirty seconds, not even him.

Since the day Jiaxie left, Ling Aohan would go to the tomb he built for her every night to stay with her. It wasn't until the sky got slightly brighter that Ling Aohan stood up to say goodbye and leave. I don't know why Ling Aohan can open the teleportation device in Jiaxie. Maybe she set it up like this on purpose. There hasn't been a day that Ling Aohan hasn't visited her for so long, and no matter how busy he is, he will always go over and take a look at her.

Ling Aohan exhaled puff after puff of smoke, and finally Ling Aohan smoked down the cigar to the last section. Natasha brought an ashtray, and Ling Aohan put out the remaining tasteless cigar and turned to Natasha said

"I'm going to the piano room for a while, don't let anyone in."

"Yes, Master."

After saying that, Ling Aohan turned around and walked to the piano room at home. There was also a piano room in the previous home, but during that period of turmoil in the dark world, the piano room was left idle by Ling Aohan. Although Ling Aohan was modest and said that he was not very good at playing the piano, in fact, Ling Aohan's piano level was no less than Among those famous figures in the world, Ling Aohan's proficiency in musical instruments is no less than his proficiency in swords, but he doesn't usually appear in front of others.

There are various violins in the piano room as well as the piano that I bought before. Ling Aohan knows that the value of that piano is much higher than the selling price. After all, he has visited all the piano stores in the world. Never found a piano that sounded as perfect as this one.

Ling Aohan sat in front of the piano and gently placed his hands on the keys but did not press them for a long time. Ling Aohan in front of the piano sighed, and his hands began to dance from the piano, but they were so heavy. What he played was the common accompaniment that had been in their minds when they danced with Jiaxie. He started playing from the end. The melody that should have been elegant and soothing now sounded so heavy, just like Even Ling Aohan's hands were gradually unable to lift up. I don't know whether it was because the music was too heavy or because Ling Aohan's heart had fallen into the abyss.