With too many knives, I was forced to save the world

The price for destroying the precious national experimental products is to be hunted down.

"...Being blacklisted and wanted nationwide, what a thrill, Fei Jia."

He solved everything cleanly and neatly. Originally, he could completely erase the memories of those experimenters, but he didn't know which part of the experiment went wrong... The white-haired man didn't do that, but was very happy, even called It was excited to take Odor away lightly in the frenzied state of those people desperately trying to catch them.

By the way, he also issued an order temporarily, providing enough time for him and Fyodor to leave.

Therefore, at this time, they can even be said to be strolling here leisurely.

"You're just having a heart attack and getting bored..."

Fyodor was very helpless about this.

But... if you really want to say what he did...

Hmm... It's probably a ten-thousandth of a ten-thousandth of a problem that can't be solved in prison.

"Come be a fugitive, Fedya."

So this kind of thing...is there anything to be happy about.

Fyodor just kept his usual smile.

"By the way." He needed to look up now to see the white-haired man's face. The black-haired boy asked calmly, "Did you find what you were looking for?"

"Of course... I found it."

The white-haired man now only needs to raise his hand lightly, and he can break off the branches and leaves of the big trees planted by the roadside.

It was an old tree that was almost bare.

He broke off the very thin branch that was extending from the leaf closest to him.

There are still two leaves stubbornly on it.

Most of a piece was corroded by bugs or other things, leaving only a small part.

One piece tends to be complete and the color is dark red.

"It's called Ye."

The white-haired man is smiling.

"Even if two leaves grow next to each other on the same branch, they are not the same."

He slowly picked off the complete leaf.

So the twigs became even more bare and ugly, leaving only the gnawed and withered leaves crumbling.

Fyodor was almost looking up at him.

The complete leaf had already danced with the wind that did not know when it was raised, and then disappeared from their sight.

The broken leaves are still attached to its rhizomes, and the gaps from top to bottom seem to be burning. The wings of a butterfly are completely reflected in those emerald, jewel-like eyes.

Like a fossil sealed in amber.

"……congratulations."

……

Central Plains also felt that they just lacked a coolie.

Fyodor gave him the impression that he was gloomy, cunning, and plotting against him, a little worse than Osamu Dazai.

And that white-haired boy is simply Fyodor's co-opter, and he is also his leader.

Zhongya Nakahara whipped the black and white lashes ten thousand times in his heart, and at the same time raised a finger to hold the huge white jade statue under the voice of "Thank you very much Mr. Zhongyuan for helping to remove the stone statue!" With one hand in his pocket, he followed the girl in front as aggressively and handsomely as he wanted.

"Is it okay to put it here?"

The Central Plains also thinks that this place is indeed true, but there is a lack of a working people with great strength!

In the past few days, he has helped to lift the stone statue, caught the mayor's wife and the stone handrail of the balcony that accidentally fell from the balcony of the small western-style building, and dismantled the fountain with his bare hands...

"Wow, Mr. Zhongyuan is really amazing... If I hadn't already got a marriage contract, I would definitely marry Mr. Zhongyuan, and then the first thing in the morning would be to kiss Mr. Zhongyuan's beautiful lips, and then... um! Sorry for being rude! "

Seeing the girl with a sweet smile and a doll-like appearance utter such bold courtship remarks, and almost said something that could not pass the trial, Nakahara Chuya's face turned red.

He coughed twice, "Ahem... no, it doesn't have to be like this, it's just that it's just a matter of lifting... er, a finger."

The folksy here is authentic... a little open.

"By the way...you think, uh...the one who lives with me..."

Nakahara Chuya, who was trying to say something, looked at the girl with flushed cheeks.

"Oh, oh, you mean Mr. Fyodor and the angel, right?"

Before he finished speaking, the girl took over the conversation.

"Angel?"

Zhong Yuan also looked at her suspiciously.

"That's right, the boy with Mr. Fyodor, we all call him an angel in private... because it really looks like he walked out of a picture book... But we don't know his real name Because of..."

She subconsciously touched the hidden pocket on the side of the skirt, but found nothing, and said regretfully: "I didn't bring it today... Mrs. Benia even made a very delicate handicraft based on him...with wings Oh, holy and good."

Central Plains also scoffed at this.

What an angel...the devil is almost the same.

It's still the kind that eats people silently.

"What about more..."

Zhong Yuanzhong, who is better at interrogation than friendly stereotypes, also speaks a little bluntly, especially when the target of the stereotypes is a woman who has a good impression of him...

"More... I remember that they settled down at the invitation of the priest more than a year ago... I heard that they used to live in a very remote slum on the other side of the town... Later... the priest felt that Fyodor Mr. Er is a very devout believer, and he has been designated as his successor."

"But speaking of it... I'm really looking forward to Mr. Fyodor wearing the holy attire..."

It sounds... There is absolutely nothing to complain about.

Chuya Nakahara said goodbye to her.

He still has to find the relevant certificates and identity information that he was hidden... Although here...

Zhongyuan Zhong also looked at the peaceful and peaceful town shrouded in the dusk, listening to the poems sung by the immature voices of children...

The pace is very slow, perhaps because of the temperature here and the fact that there are not many people.

It's also very warm...

Pure white flowers are blooming along the street.

He can't name them, but he can describe these delicate creatures as beautiful and pure.

There was also a momentary shake in the Central Plains.

He thought of the group photo by the sea, and the peaceful and peaceful future described in those words.

But...he had to go back.

Because his "family" is still waiting for him.

"Hi Zhongya!"

The strange yet familiar voice made Nakahara Chuya turn his head to look.

It was a tall, white-haired man, nearly 1.9 meters tall by visual inspection.

The white hair is long and thin, and hangs softly on the ears and cheeks.

It was a western face, with deep and three-dimensional features, each of which was exquisite like a finely polished work of art.

Slowly overlapping with another immature face.

The building in Zhongya's heart collapsed with a bang.

"you……"

"Yes, that's right, it's me."

The white-haired man interrupted him first, and then walked lightly in front of Chuya Nakahara. He condescendingly... looked at the top of Chuya Nakahara's head, then thought for a while, and then bent over.

Nakahara Chuya: ...I was insulted.

"Hey! What you said can become an adult..." Nakahara Zhong also remembered what he said at the beginning that he could change his appearance at any time, and it turned out to be true.

"How about this height, is Zhong also satisfied?"

"...Go away, I'll kill you!"

"Do you want to be crushed by gravity too?!"

Central Plains also turned into a violent pepper.

But now he jumped up and kicked Ye's thigh...

"Well, don't be angry, the hat will be blown away."

Ye smiled and approached, that dazzling face directly explained to Nakahara what a beauty crit is.

"...Are you going this time just to upgrade to a perfect body?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also chose to press the brim of his hat, he couldn't see anything, um.

……hateful.

Central Plains also wanted to kill people.

"Yes... and no." Ye said a lot of nonsense, "Actually, he came to inform Zhongye... If he doesn't leave, he will be arrested and killed, and then he will be whipped or something..."

Central Plains also slowly raised a question mark.

"you……"

Before he could finish his sentence, he saw red spots of light directly printed on his body.

Zhong Yuanzhong is also no stranger to this.

It's a sniper.

He reacted suddenly, the moment the bullet flew over was blocked by his supernatural power barrier, and then he manipulated the bullet that flew directly to his chest to shoot back.

"No...why the target is me."

Zhong Yuanzhong also frowned.

"Ah...this." Ye smiled and gestured, "Because they can't really kill me...so they can only target you, for example, kill you to scare me or something..."

The value of this body is enough to make their first order not to kill him, but to capture him alive.

Nakahara Chuya: "...so what did you do?"

With that question on his mouth, Zhongyuan Zhong also found out the enemy hiding in the dark as quickly as a flash.

Then he killed it without hesitation.

"I'm not helping you—" Zhong Yuanzhong also said and easily dodged another bullet.

"I just — don't want to be pointed at a gun."

Zhong Yuanzhong also twisted the gun into a ball with gravity, and then threw it back fiercely.

"It's so handsome."

Ye sighed with emotion in a low voice.

Immediately, he cast a mental suggestion on the assassin who appeared behind him at some point.

His ability has reached its true peak state during this evolution and fusion.

A few words can completely distort a person's spirit.

"Bam—"

The sound of death sounded again and again.

Zhongyuan Zhong also inadvertently turned his head to see the white-haired man who said a few words and let those people kill each other.

angel...

It really made him laugh for three days and three nights.

Fortunately, Zhong Yuanzhong had already reached their temporary residence, which was far away from the town, and he didn't have to be distracted to save the residents who were involved.

But the house collapsed.

Ye's expression suddenly became a little scary.

"Ah... this is the priest's old house where I lived with Fei Jia for more than a year."

He raised his eyes and glanced at the sky where the dusk was about to pass.

Orange, dark red.

"The afterglow of the sunset is so beautiful... Every day, I feel sincerely happy that my consciousness belongs to me and that I am still alive."

Zhong Yuanzhong also heard his deep and gorgeous voice.

It's not the usual deliberate juvenile and coquettish tone.

His eyes were stained with other colors.

"It's going to be night soon, so please..."

"have a rest."

Zhong Yuanzhong also realized something.

In the next second, the attacks of those assassins decayed, and then subsided.

Zhongyuan also saw the bright red liquid bloom and spread like a drop of paint dripping on a white drawing board.

He raised his hand to wipe the blood splashed on the side of his face, and followed his movements, leaving a red mark on the side of his face that was about to fade.

He is the assassin who is about to successfully attack him.

The man who made the shot slowly withdrew his hand.

He held a gun in his hand.

"My marksmanship...is pretty good."

He resumed his usual playful tone, and asked Zhongyuan Zhongye for credit.

"whispering sound……"

"You don't need to do it, the person just now will die in my hands."

In the Central Plains, there are also broken thoughts.

He had already noticed the secret and excellent breath just now, but he was disturbed by Ye's voice for a moment and didn't react immediately.

"Is that so?"

Ye slowly withdrew his hand.

"Then I'll leave it all to you, Chuya."

"After the big deal is over, I'll treat you to my unique bread with green salad dressing."

Ye's tone was full of joy.

Chuya Nakahara's mind flashed those bubbling and bubbling bottles and cans that were comparable to biochemical weapons.

Chuya Nakahara: "I refuse! So what did you do!"

The assassins who came...he couldn't perceive how many people there were.

I can only feel that I have been besieged by groups of people... No, the surrounding space seems to be separated by some supernatural power...

Can only be tough.

And Ye made a sound at this time.

"...It just ruined the dreams of people in their 30s for half their lives."

"...you'd better die."