The supreme master of the female president

"It seems that your news is also very well-informed!" Poros smiled slyly, and now his people are all over the dark city, no matter what Yang Yitian does, he will know immediately.

"Are you sure to kill him?" Ye Shen Qianying lightly stepped forward, sat next to Poros, and said without hesitation: "Don't forget that if it wasn't for me, you would have died by his hands, not Only half of the face was ruined."

Poros's dark pupils released a deep coldness. His twin brother was killed a few years ago, and he personally brought a group of top people to seek blood revenge from Yang Yitian, but it turned out that the members under him had nothing to do. One exception was easily resolved, and even he almost lost his life. If it wasn't for Ye Shen's rescue at the most critical moment, there might have been only a pile of bones left at this moment.

"Don't worry, this time, I'm fully prepared. At least eight of the twelve major forces in the dark world will stand by us. We just need to wait for the meeting of the gods to end, and the god of death can't fly away!" Poros clenched his teeth. , He spent a huge price to win over these forces. At that time, either Yang Yitian will die, or he will die.

Ye Shen was thoughtful, and immediately asked, "Which side is Ying Liu on?"

Hearing the name of this organization, Poros' ferocious gaze suddenly became a little gloomy. Yingliu is recognized as the strongest assassin alliance in the dark world. Although the number of them does not reach a hundred, each of them has unique skills and extraordinary strength. Tough, if they are willing to join, Yang Yitian will definitely die.

However, Poros went to the headquarters of 'Shadow Stream' in person, and the answer he got was to remain neutral and not to participate in his hatred with Yang Yitian.

Seeing Poros' face, Ye Shen already knew the result, but he was not surprised, because the first leader of Shadow Stream had issued an order that he must not participate in the struggle of the dark world forces.

"I join forces with your Night Temple, plus the eight major forces, it is enough to kill a Reaper, and it doesn't matter if there is Shadow Stream or not." Poros said.

Ye Shen's thin red lips curved slightly, and he said with a light smile, "I heard that the one from the Faceless Temple will stand on the side of the God of Death."

Hearing this, Poros frowned, stared closely at Night God, and asked, "How do you know that the Faceless Temple will help Death?"

"I naturally have a channel for news. I don't need to explain it to you. You just need to know that the Faceless Temple, the Dark Temple, and those who have retired will stand on the side of Death." After Ye Shen finished speaking, he continued: "Also, before I'm absolutely sure, I won't openly stand by your side and do my best to help you kill God."

Hearing this, Poros's pitch-black eyes narrowed into a long line. He knew Ye Shen's mind, and he was afraid that he would not be able to kill Yang Yitian, and would be fatally implicated.

"I've said everything I need to say, and I can't stay too long, otherwise people will find out about my meeting with you, remind you, don't forget the conditions I want." Ye Shen stood up, leaving only one sentence Then he quickly disappeared in the castle.

Looking at the direction where Ye Shen left, Poros's face was distorted, and his body was full of hostility. When Yang Yitian was dealt with, he would let everyone know that he was the strongest existence among the five gods.

As night fell, the gloomy atmosphere enveloped the dark city, making one feel an indescribably depressing feeling.

In a luxurious room, Yang Yitian stood by the window, looking at the night scene in the distance, lit a cigarette in melancholy, and took a deep breath.

"Xin Yao, I will soon help you and avenge our children." Yang Yitian's eyes were extremely cloudy. What happened that night was as sharp as a thorn in his heart, making him Once I calm down, the pain will be so painful that it will be difficult to breathe.

"Husband, what name do you want our baby to have?" Recalling Jiang Xinyao's happy face, caressing the baby in her belly, and telling herself the scene of the baby, Yang Yitian's eyes were slightly moist, and he raised his head and vomited in one breath.

"Boom! Boom!" At this moment, a knock on the door interrupted Yang Yitian's sad thoughts.

Yang Yitian stubbed out the cigarette, with a vigilant look on his face, he didn't open the door immediately, and asked in a deep voice, "Who?"

Outside the door, Ryoko Yamamoto, who was wearing a long skirt, responded, "It's me!"

Hearing Ryoko Yamamoto's voice, Yang Yitian's complexion turned dark, and he felt that she was very annoying, and he could find her everywhere.

"What's the matter?" Yang Yitian opened the door and said in a very rude tone.

Sensing Yang Yitian's impatience, Ryoko Yamamoto seemed to be used to it, shook the bag in her hand, and said with a smile: "You haven't eaten yet, promise, I brought it for you."

Yang Yitian was stunned, with mixed emotions, and said flatly: "I can go down and eat by myself, you don't need to bring it yourself."

"I brought them here, you can eat while it's hot!" Yamamoto Ryoko walked in, put the food on the glass table in the room, opened the bag, and a burst of fragrance wafted out.

"Thank you!" Yang Yitian's tone was hoarse, this time he did not reject Ryoko Yamamoto's kindness.

"Well, can you tell me your name?" Ryoko Yamamoto raised her beautiful eyes slightly, looked at Yang Yitian's handsome side face, and asked curiously.

"Chutian!" Yang Yitian pondered for a moment, and gave a false name.

"Liar!" However, Ryoko Yamamoto's face was tender and angry. She was not a stupid woman. Seeing Yang Yitian hesitated, she immediately guessed that this man was lying to her.

"Okay!" Yang Yitian was a little funny, and told Ryoko Yamamoto his real name.

"Yang, Yi, Tian." Yamamoto Ryoko repeated Yang Yitian's name in fluent Chinese, and then said with a chuckle, "Does the meaning of your name make your character stronger than the sky?"

"It should be!" Yang Yitian smiled faintly, and sat down to eat the meal that Ryoko Yamamoto brought him.

Looking at Yang Yitian who was eating, Ryoko Yamamoto sat down beside him, put his hands on his chin, blinked and asked, "Yang Yitian, I still have a few questions, can you tell me?"

Yang Yitian raised his eyebrows and said ambiguously, "You ask first."

"Well, are you a killer? Are you A-level?" Yamamoto Ryoko was very interested in Yang Yitian's origin and identity. On that luxury cruise ship a few days ago, he instantly eliminated those gun-wielding thugs. There is no trace of sloppy, almost like a top killer.

"A level?" Yang Yitian laughed jokingly, which was simply insulting him.

Noticing Yang Yitian's smirk, Ryoko Yamamoto's face was pink, and she whispered with her fists: "Then you must be S-rank?"

"No." Yang Yitian shook his head, then said with a light smile, "If I said I was a god, would you believe me?"

"Pfft..." Hearing Yang Yitian brazenly say that he is a god, Ryoko Yamamoto couldn't help but burst out laughing.