to pure life

The gap in strength between them has reached an insurmountable point. Even if a dozen junior supernatural beings besiege the intermediate supernatural beings, even if they have the same attributes, they will not be able to take advantage of the former. This is not just a matter of numbers.But now the vast majority of supernatural beings in the world are at the primary level. If you are an intermediate supernatural being, as long as you don’t deliberately provoke those large and medium-sized military organizations and supernatural beings who are stronger than yourself, you will be able to survive in the eyes of ordinary people. In the world, it is possible to run amok.

"Quack quack, good apprentice, don't worry, I don't dare to guarantee the high-level superpower old man, but the mid-level superpower will definitely be able to catch it within 3 months. ' The old man's voice was a little out of tune, as if he would see Si Mingrui becoming a mid-level power user in the next second.

Eyelashes drooping, Si Mingrui suddenly lay back, fell on his back on the bed, and then stared at the ceiling without blinking.

'I look forward to it. '

In the cold time of the CIVIE bar, there are still two people sitting by the bar.

Nero felt that he was very unlucky. Originally, a beautiful person like him who was unparalleled in the sky and unparalleled in the earth should be favored by the gods, but now he found that this kind of thinking was completely wrong. He originally wanted to be in this world. A person who has gone through hardships in order to be consummated.

"What did you say?" Nero asked the blond man in front of him again in disbelief, Nero's voice was very low.

"I said I'm leaving here, so I can't continue to do tasks, and neither can my partner." Ambrosi was sitting in front of him, gracefully raising his glass and taking a sip of the wine inside.

"You two want to leave the organization together?" Nero asked hurriedly, leaning his head closer to Ambrosi.

"Actually, I'm not a real member of this organization." Ambrosi shook his head and said with a chuckle as he glanced at Nero, "Besides, I just left the Poole sub-district. If the organization recognizes me, I'm not betraying it. .I didn't go with him either, he has his own things to do."

"You two! Okay, then why didn't there be any warning before, so how can I explain to my superiors, you bastard! I have taken care of your next mission!" Although Nero desperately wanted to lower his voice, his surprise and anger made him Can't calm down.

"I'm very sorry, but that's it, but I don't think the organization will blame you." Ambrosi replied very precisely.

"You don't blame it if you don't blame it?" Nero, who was gnashing his teeth, was much more pleasing to the eye than when he was soft and artificial.

"Don't worry." Without further words, Ambrosi raised his head and drank the liquid in the quilt, fell off the chair and left the CIVIE bar.

Nero watched Ambrosi's figure disappear at the gate, and picked up the quilt he was drinking with, which still contained a few drops of black liquid, "It's strange, didn't he only drink water before?" The way of talking and small movements are different from the Ambrosi I came into contact with before.

"Forget it." Although Nero is only one of the outermost members of this mysterious organization, he can also see that these two guys have unusual identities, not to mention Ambrosi, who was recruited suddenly and paid a terrible high salary. It's definitely not easy for the unknown public face who came down from the air to organize and partner with him.

"Oh, I don't know anything." Putting the cup back on the bar, Nero jumped off the high stool, twisted his buttocks and left the bar.

After Ambrosi casually explained the matter to Nero, he met up with Simingrui at an outer exit of Poole District, which is also the center of black cars waiting for passengers.

"Master." Looking at Si Mingrui who was still covered in black, Ambrosi stepped forward and called out respectfully.

"If you leave Poole District, you will never have a way out. If you regret it now, I will give you a good time." Si Mingrui will not let go of Ambrosi who knows so many things.

"If I regret it, it must be because I didn't follow your footsteps." Ambrosi's blood was boiling. Although he had left Poole District countless times, even if he stepped here for the first time, he was not as excited as today. That feeling is completely different, because of the Master, his life will be completely different from now on, perhaps it was destined on the day he met the Master.This is an opportunity God gave him, and he will never give up easily.

Seeing the resolute Ambrosi flashing in his eyes, Si Mingrui didn't know what to say, this guy seemed to be determined to follow him.

'Okay, good apprentice, since this little guy is so loyal, don't think too much about it, it really won't work, then you'll just have to kill him. The old man said lightly. In his mind, it is just troublesome not to kill these ordinary life-like bodies at will, but once his own interests are touched, it is absolutely impossible to be merciful.

As if he didn't hear anything, Si Mingrui nodded to Ambrosi.

Ambrosi raised his head and searched around. When a black car parked not far away came into view, he bent down and stretched out his hand to signal Si Mingrui to go there.

When he was about to get into the car, Si Mingrui always felt that someone was watching him, so he stopped and looked around, but there was no one else except for some drivers who were leaning against the car boredly and a few passengers Suspicious characters.

"What's the matter, Master?" Ambrosi, who was opening the car door, found that he seemed to be looking at something, and asked softly.

"No." Continuing to get into the car, Si Mingrui laughed secretly that he was a little nervous.

"Hehe, Anbu, you kid is going to the city again? Is this your friend? Haven't you seen him before?" The driver who spoke loudly was the one who controlled Ambrosi's body to go to the city before. The one who sent him off at that time was also an old friend of Ambrosi's.

"En." Without revealing more, Ambrosi got into the passenger seat, "Let's go to the edge."

"Good class!" The driver grinned and yelled after spitting out the grass roots he had been chewing in his mouth, and then started the speed car.

Seeing himself getting farther and farther away from the ground, and slowly taking in the entire Poole sub-district, Simingrui's heart beat a little faster suddenly, and his heart felt a little bit bitter. Than can be called a comfortable life, or...

A few weeks later, in the CIVIE bar, a man sat on the seat that Ambrosi had originally designated in the corner.The people who were drinking secretly observed him while whispering to each other.

"Hey, who is that guy, how dare he sit there?" He raised his glass and covered his face with his arm, and asked his drinking buddy in surprise.

"I don't know, it's strange. You just came to the Poole district, so you don't know that the seat belongs to Ambrosi?"

"He's just here. I've seen him a few times before, and he's always mixed with Ambrosi."

"Oh? Then the two of them are friends? By the way, I haven't seen Ambrosi for a long time, what about others?"

"..."

"Your news is too late." A short man who hadn't participated in the conversation interjected with disdain.

"Say it!" The other guys looked at each other, and then said in unison.

"Hmph, I heard from my cousin that last two weeks Ambrosi and a man in black who didn't know the details took Kunda's car to the edge of the area. It is said that the two went to the city for a long time. I haven't come back until now." Seemingly enjoying the focus of everyone's eyes on him, the short man calmly told the news he got.

"It's been more than two weeks? Ambrosi is dead, right?" Although they have never been to the fringe area, this does not prevent these poor people from having strange fantasies about it.

"Dead? Why don't you say that he really left Poole District to live in the city?" Just after he finished speaking, he seemed to know what a foolish thing it was, and laughed a few times before the man shrank back.

These conversations continued in several other places one after another, but the center of the topic—the man sitting in the seat designated by Ambrosi was deaf to it. He lowered his head and clasped his forehead with his hands crossed, his face was completely shadowed. Covering it, the clear water in the glass in front of him did not move a sip.

When the red gemstones on his ears lighted up unconsciously under the dim light, the man slowly raised his head, revealing an unobtrusive public face.

The waiter who was pouring wine for other customers in front of the bar glanced at him subconsciously, his whole body froze, and the hand that was pouring the wine trembled uncontrollably twice, and some of the wine spilled out immediately.

It must be an illusion, why at that moment he felt that the man's brown eyes turned strangely black.While desperately apologizing to the customer, the waiter was puzzled by what he saw.

Huang Quan sat in that seat and waited for a whole day, but the person he wanted to see never showed up.

The author has something to say: Overslept.

In the past two days, I seem to be a little bit wrong. I always feel that I can’t mention the code words, and everyone’s comments are less... Maybe many people have given up. I have no idea about stealing texts, so let’s do it.

I'm a little lost...

55

55, 54...

Rick Town was originally just an unknown town located on the eastern coast of the Eurasian continent, but now it is well known by many new humans who travel to and from nearby areas, thanks to its unique geographical location.

Backed by the ancient eye forest full of rare creatures, going southward is the city of the end known all over the world, and Rick Town happens to be the only supply point leading to the two places. People of different identities carry all kinds of All these purposes converge here to form the current scale of the town.

And the reason