Kendo True Explanation

I was looking for the initial feeling that Angel died, but now, the Lord guided me to find a new existence again. Sith lowered his head and said inexplicable words. He stood up slowly and looked at Lin Fei.

This is the Lord's guidance, and it is Angel's final redemption for me.

A trace of sadness flashed in Lin Fei's eyes. Angel is where all of Sith's fantasies about perfection lie. It is not so much that Sith himself has mental problems, it is better to say that his mental problems were caused by his contact with the weak Annie. Because of the other party's weakness, he couldn't restrain himself and ruined his fantasy of perfection. The defiled Angel is no longer his nostalgia, and he has spent a long time in despair and inferiority towards himself. I watched Angel grow old and die with my own eyes. One angel after another, each time he would choose a new angel. Hundreds of years passed like this. He kept looking for alternatives to hope from despair, and then watched hope turn into despair, struggling again and again in a cage made of fabric. It's been hundreds of years like this. D-level powerhouses can already live up to two hundred years, while C-level powerhouses can already live up to four hundred years. Besides, Sith actually belonged to the b-level.

Lin Fei drew his sword backhand, and a silver light flashed.

laugh!

A bloodstain was cut on Sith's chest suddenly. He stood there without dodging.

Since everything is doomed, I am willing to accompany you forever.

Lin Fei shook his hands and almost killed him directly. There was a burst of goosebumps all over my body. Although he really wanted to kill him with a sword, the facts told him that according to the level gap between the two, even if Sith was seriously injured, he would definitely not be able to kill him.

I'll accompany you... Well, he swallowed the old mother behind him. This chill became more and more serious with Sith's more affectionate eyes.

Although I can understand the idea of ​​this neuropathy, it does not mean that I am also a neuropathy.

I can actually use the thinking of a normal person to understand the thoughts of mental illness. It seems that my IQ is really high. Lin Fei said to herself. He will never admit that he is actually a little mentally ill...

Okay, it seems that we should have a good talk. I said at the beginning that we don't need to work hard. Lin Fei took a deep breath and said in a deep voice. According to the records, Sith must have regarded himself as the spiritual sustenance of the new generation in accordance with the previous practice. Something like this happens every few decades. However, this is the first time Sith have encountered very human beings.

Follow your orders. A gentle smile appeared on Sith's face. An Qier, no matter what request you have, I will do my best to meet it.

First of all, I'm not called Angel. Lin Fei took another deep breath. Yan Shi used the memory deep in his heart to create hallucinations to affect him. Just solved the root cause, another psychotic Sith appeared. He felt as if he was cold in Siberia all of a sudden, and his heart was shaking.

Then what's your name? Sith asked softly.

Lin Fei had goosebumps again. He was about to answer, but out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught sight of his own reflection in the water, a slender figure with a delicate face almost like a woman.

My...my name is Yan Fei. He stroked his face lightly. Take it as the code name for this face.

Master Yan Fei, I have some tips, if you are troubled by that angelic face, maybe these tips can help you. It seemed that Sith's mouth would become extremely nasty when he said any words.

Lin Fei had goosebumps again. He forced a smile.

What skills do you have?

About disguise, you can use the control of momentum to solve it. It can not only achieve the purpose of disguise, but also achieve the effect of usual exercise. Sith replied respectfully.

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three days later...

The top floor of Rainbow Hotel in Hirashi

A young man with a handsome face was sitting in the president's office, closing his eyes and thinking about something. International news is being played on the computer screen on the left.

A young man holding a microphone stands in the center of the screen, behind him is a black ruin, still emitting black smoke. There were foreigners coming and going all around, either carrying stretchers or wearing white coats. It seemed that the scene was very busy.

The Chinese reporter in London reported: At 5 o'clock in the morning on November 27, a huge explosion suddenly occurred in a church outside London, killing 43 people on the spot and none of them survived. The specific cause of the explosion is still under further investigation... .....

Then a fat, bearded foreign policeman appeared in the middle of the screen.

We are investigating the specific cause of the explosion in detail. It is initially determined that this major accident may have been caused by the storage of industrial explosives. Of course, it is not ruled out that it was done by terrorists.

From the 27th until now, no terrorist organization has claimed responsibility for this incident. Our reporter Chen Sheng is reporting for you live in London, England. Finally, the strong young man ended the news.

Boom boom boom!

Please come in. The man sitting on the leather office chair said loudly.

The door was opened with a click, and a tall middle-aged man in a white suit walked in quickly. Shunyan died. And his sister Chris. They died together.

I'm watching.

President, there are 4 people in the agency who really know your information, including me. The middle-aged man said softly.

You, Xiao Ling, Mr. Zhao, and Chen Chen? Where's Yu Fei, Anying, and Mr. Fei?

They just met you, but they don't have much information about your real family background. So it seems that many people have seen you as a member of the society, but very few people really know your details. We also arranged I have given you a new identity. Take it lightly. The middle-aged man handed over a document in his hand.

The man took it. His photo is clearly printed on the information.

Below is a line of personal information.

Yan Fei male 21 years old

Both of his parents died, and he was raised by Yan Fengyang, a master of swordsmanship since he was a child. He practiced swordsmanship since he was a child, and he committed a manslaughter in a sword competition, so he joined Shueisha. Successfully killed Sun Chengbin, the traitor of the Pingshi branch, and thus rated the peak of level F. After defeating Instant Flame, it was rated as a D-level peak again. It is the key potential seed in the society.

Then the following are some more delicate details. Compared with his real situation, the man himself feels that this information looks much more real than the real situation. It's also much more reasonable.

This is Lin Fei's personal information. The middle-aged man handed over another piece of information.

The photo on this document looks similar to Yan Fei's profile picture, but they are different in temperament and appearance, especially in temperament. Lin Fei's profile picture is a bit dull, and at first glance she belongs to the taciturn type. On the other hand, Yan Fei's profile picture is typically full of confidence, with extremely aggressive eyes. In terms of details, Lin Fei is much more ordinary than Yan Fei. Almost every part of the facial features has a little change.

Perfect information.

Of course, our purpose is to hide from the Tower of Darkness on the religious side. As for the Temple of the Gods, if the heretics haven't collected your information before, there is a great chance to hide it from you, but... The middle-aged man didn't say over. But the meaning is obvious.

I know that heretics and the temples of the gods naturally don't pay attention to things at this level. It seems that I have potential, but having potential does not mean that I have strength. There are too many geniuses who died halfway. But I am very curious. How many geniuses at my level will there be in the pantheon every year?

According to the ratio, there should be hundreds of people. After all, it is an organization that spans the world. They all have their own blood-filled institutions, not all supplemented from the outside. It seems to be a family system, a pure-blood family system.

Based on that, I'm really inconspicuous. The young man said softly.

You can't say that. From a global perspective, there are only a few thousand people at your level every year. After all, reaching D-level can extend your life to two hundred years. It's not that simple.

Okay, that's all. It's all up to you. I'm going to take the college entrance examination. The time is very tight. I may not come soon. The young man or boy stood up.

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