Beauty Man: All Heavens and Immortals

Chapter 109 Escape from New York
Palace of Eternal Night.

Owen's ridicule made Blade's black face even darker.

"You came here just to see my jokes?"

"of course not."

Owen walked to Dao Feng's side, pulled out the long sword from his waist, cut off the shackles on Dao Feng's body, let him go, and said with a smile, "I'm here to clean up."

As he said that, he glanced at Dao Feng's mother with a smile, which made her tremble with fright, and backed away again and again.

"How about it, do you need me to help you deal with it?"

Dao Feng walked to Kun En's side, took back his own silver-plated samurai sword and sunglasses from his face, put it on, and said coldly: "No need, this is my business, I will handle it myself. "

As he spoke, he was about to kill Kun En with a single blow, but was blocked by a sword.

"Dark Knight, what do you mean?"

Owen smiled slightly: "Blade, these are my trophies, but I didn't say that I would kill them for you. How can you steal the head?"

"..."

Dao Feng looked at Owen speechlessly, and said for a while, "Is there any difference?"

Owen asked back: "What do you think? How about I send your mother to hell for you?"

Dao Feng was taken aback. Although he didn't understand the special meaning of Owen's actions, he also understood Owen's meaning. He nodded and said, "I owe you this time."

Said coldly, Dao Feng withdrew the silver-plated samurai sword, and walked slowly towards his mother, his eyes under the sunglasses could not see any fluctuations.

Dao Feng's mother begged: "Eric, I am your mother, you will not kill your mother, will you?"

Dao Feng hugged his mother, and said coldly in her ear: "I'm here to relieve your pain."

As soon as the words fell, the silver-plated katana had been inserted into her abdomen. The silver-plated katana was inherently restraining vampires, and she opened her mouth to cry out in pain. Within a few seconds, with the spontaneous flames in her body, the burned ashes were wiped out. up.

Looking at this scene, Owen murmured and sighed: "Another ruthless man who killed his mother to prove the truth..."

Seeing this situation, the vampires who were immobilized by mind control trembled in their hearts, but they couldn't move.

After Dao Feng had a clear idea, he put on his clothes and asked, "How are you going to deal with them?"

Owen smiled slightly, and under mental control, Dicken Firth and the twelve pure-blood elders who were being escorted came over, took out their mobile phones together, and looked through the numbers of their own vampires.

Owen wisely didn't control them to make phone calls, because he had already discovered that his mind control was flawed, he could only silence them, but he couldn't control them to speak according to their own wishes, and he could only do things like waving a knife from the palace. There is no way to do simple and rough movements such as slapping, slapping, and more delicate movements.

Put away all these mobile phones, edited a text message, and then sent a group message, then opened the map, controlled Dicken Firth and the pure-blood elder, marked the coordinates of their residence, and then drew out the silver-plated long sword, As the figure flickered, all the vampires present were wiped out.

Dao Feng frowned, obviously a little unhappy that he couldn't kill Dicken Firth himself, but he didn't say anything. After finding Vanessa who was being held, he turned around and asked, "Are you going to leave with us, or ?”

Owen glanced at Vanessa and Blade, his eyes flashed, and he said with a smile: "I still have things to do, you go back first."

The Blade Warrior didn't say much, nodded, and left with Vanessa.

In New York, many vampires lurking underground received text messages from the boss, and they all came towards the Palace of Eternal Night.

In a luxurious office building.

"Danica, the Pure Blood Council has sent a message telling us to go to the Palace of Eternal Night, shall we go?"

A tall, strong white man was holding a snow-white puppy, and asked a short young woman. Before the woman could speak, other people beside her spoke.

"What are you going to do? The Pure Blood Council has long been controlled by Dicken Firth, and Gao Tiannu was also killed by him. The current Pure Blood Council has long since existed in name only."

"Yeah, our Danica Thales is the real king of the half-breeds, how can we listen to Dicken Firth's trashy words."

"This Dicken Firth, in the name of the Pure Blood Council, asked us to go to the Palace of Eternal Night. He must have some bad intentions."

"That's right. He's been at odds with us in the past, and he's trying to win Danica over, bah! Don't even look at him."

"Danica, we only recognize you as the leader, you must not listen to Dicken Firth."

"..."

Many mixed-race children talked about it.

Danica Thales, whom they called the leader, sat there crookedly, tapping the table with her slender fingers, and when everyone looked at her, she said casually: "Since everyone doesn't want to go, then don't go." Well, I'll see what Dicken Firth can do with me."

"Danica is brilliant."

Many mixed races cheered.

On an island.

The secret base of the Brotherhood of Mutants.

The little rascal who was tricked out of school by Mystique, was stunned by the saber-toothed tiger guarding here and taken away as soon as he arrived at the train station, and sent to the secret base.

"Who are you and why are you arresting me?"

After waking up and finding himself trapped in a prison cell, Little Rascal immediately cried out in surprise.

The white-haired and amiable Magneto said with a warm smile, "I'm a little rascal, right? I'm Magneto. Just like you, we're all mutant brothers and sisters, and we have no malice towards you."

Little Naughty trembled immediately: "You, you are, Magneto?"

Magneto smiled slightly, and looked at Mystique next to him: "Ha! It seems that our children know me too."

Mystique smiled charmingly: "We have been busy all our lives working for the cause of mutants. If we don't even have this reputation, it would be a failure. It's just that this reputation doesn't seem very honorable in the eyes of this kid."

Magneto nodded and said, "Charles is all to blame. If it weren't for his heresy, we mutants would have won the final victory long ago in the war against humans."

Looking at the conversation between the two, Little Naughty trembled even more. Suddenly, she thought of something, and asked anxiously, "What did you do to Owen?"

Magneto was taken aback, and turned to look at Little Rascal: "Hey, poor kid, with this kind of mutant ability, but he is still an infatuated species, Ruiwen."

When Mystique heard this, Chi Guoguo's body changed, and 'Owen' appeared in front of Little Naughty, looked at her affectionately, and called: "Anna."

Little Naughty looked at Owen, who was exactly the same in both appearance and voice, and was in a trance for a while, and couldn't help calling: "Owen."

'Owen' said softly: "Anna, we need your help, you will definitely help us with your heart, won't you?"

Little Rascal said in a trance: "Of course. Owen, I will do whatever you ask me to do."

'Owen' smiled brightly: "Very well, I need you to sacrifice your life for me and for all mutant brothers, are you willing?"

Little Rascal was startled, and said in disbelief, "Owen, what did you say?"

The trance in his eyes disappeared, and he cried out: "No, you are not Owen, who are you?"

'Owen' shook his head in disappointment, changed back to Mystique, and said with a charming smile: "It seems that your affection for this Owen is also limited. If you say dedication, you don't want to."

Little Naughty blushed and opened his mouth to defend himself, but he couldn't say anything...

Magneto smiled and said: "Okay, since you don't want to, we won't force your will. Tomorrow night will be the United Nations summit. At that time, I will take you to Liberty Island to see the symbol of strength and beauty."

After speaking, Mystique, with a mysterious smile on her face, left the cell.

On the beach by the sea.

Countless men and women in cool clothes play and play here, enjoying the fun of the seaside.

Suddenly, a figure emerged from the water. Chi Guoguo's body was covered with cracks, and he walked out of the sea with difficulty. The cracks on his body recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally disappeared, turning into a normal naked man.

This time, the onlookers were stunned, and the audience was dead silent.

The man looked around, thought of something, grabbed a suit of clothes, put them on, and left in a hurry, leaving only the chattering tourists on the beach.

Palace of Eternal Night.

When Owen borrowed the mobile phones of Dicken Firth and the elders of the Pure Blood Council to send text messages to the vampires who did not come here, a large number of vampires rushed over one after another.

What greeted them was a shadow of death.

The name of the Dark Knight has long been spread among vampires in New York, and even spread to Europe, the stronghold of vampires, making countless vampires terrified.

So the first reaction of these vampires when they saw Owen was to turn around and run away. Unfortunately, everyone who entered the Palace of Eternal Night was shrouded in Owen's mental control, so there was no chance for them to escape.

As a result, these vampires looked at themselves in horror one by one, lined up in a neat line, and kept moving towards it. Every step forward meant that there was a companion in front of them, who was wiped out under Owen's silver-plated long sword...

New York suburbs.

Danica Thales fled in a panic with a few of her men.

"It's terrifying, it's terrifying..."

"Dead, all dead."

"Is this dark knight human? If he is human, why is he so much stronger than us vampires? One person slaughtered all our people in New York. If it weren't for our cleverness, we wouldn't even be able to run."

"Danica, what should we do? I don't want to come to New York anymore, why don't we go back to the Vampire Empire?"

"Yeah, there are Dark Knights in New York, and I don't want to come again."

Due to her haste to escape, Danika lost her previous elegance and composure, and shouted, "Shut up!"

Seeing her subordinates Qi Qi looking at her, Danica pondered for a moment and said, "We won't go back to the empire, you follow me to find someone, as long as you find him, when you return to New York, it will be the day the Dark Knight dies."

"……Yes."

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The author of this book is written with great care and feeling. I have read each chapter at least 4 times, and I don’t feel bored every time I read it. Even in the public chapter, it is updated twice a day. After automatic update, the author You open the app, read it again, and there is an urge to update (not pretending to be forceful, but the real inner feelings, borrowing the words of Lu Xiucai, a martial arts legend: there is a desire to talk and share), as an old man, the author thinks It's enough sincerity...

Although some seniors have mentioned that they always emphasize logic and rationality, which is not good for the popularity of a book, but the author is a severe patient with obsessive-compulsive disorder, and always wants his novels to be logical enough and reasonable enough under the existing framework to be a book. When netizens raised some questions, the author also tried his best to explain, proving that he had thought about these issues. At this time, some book friends with bright eyes reminded that it is not enough for a good novel to feel good. The content I like, when diving into the author group, I talked about it when I watched the seniors tease each other: Ask the editor how to write and revise the article, and the editor will let you read the fire book and figure it out by yourself.But to be honest, let’s not talk about those fire books that prove Taoism and become a god, they are fire books with similar themes in the same period and the results are N times better than the author’s. If you can't go on, how can you write it...

Reality and reason tell the author that it is understandable for a small number of people to pursue it, but online novels rely on the flow of people. If they can become popular, they must have enough fans. Then there is only one truth, and the author has his own problems!In fact, there is already a context to follow for the first-time book. There is a saying: the daily recommendation before the shelf represents the data of the first-time book. The recommendation of this book, it doesn’t matter if you don’t mention it...

I still had a little fantasy at first, in order to blog about the legendary recommendation after it was put on the shelves, as a diving house that only dives and has not established contact with the senior bosses, and recommends books to each other, just like asking for five-star praise before, the author can rely on it I only have my own book friends, so I have the cheek to ask for a first order, thinking that for a matter of more than [-] cents, even if I don’t book all of them, I can give a first order, but the reality once again slaps the author in the face, more than [-] cents Isn't money money...

Eh……

Forget it, let's quietly be a Taoist writer in the future.

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The author promises that this is the last time to insert such a long PS in the text, not to cheat the starting point, but the only way to tell all the book friends of this book, without your support, the author is really sad...

At 3:00 in the morning, the night is as cold as ice, and the heart is cold, the most authentic monologue in the heart of a street nerd who tosses and turns, cannot sleep, and has no intention of writing...

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