I Became an Anonymous Boss

But the beauty has passed away, her beauty is gone, and what is left here is only a cold corpse.

The corpse would not respond to him, he was talking to himself.

Shirataki looked down at this pale, bloodless face, still as delicate as porcelain, still so beautiful, but at this moment it was filled with a kind of desolate gentleness, there were tears at the corners of her eyes, and the light traces condensed into ice .

The young man raised his hand to wipe it away. He still wanted to speak, but his voice choked up before he could speak.

For the first time, he realized that he was so weak, so weak that he didn't even dare to say a word, his nose was sore, the tip of his tongue was numb and bitter, and his ears were full of chaotic tinnitus.

He still remembered that when he saw Yan Qixia for the first time, it was in that dungeon, he saw a girl covered in bruises, he asked in a serious tone, "Do you want to live", and then abducted her, At that time, he had a great sense of accomplishment. Later, watching the girl become more beautiful and independent, he felt an indescribable sense of accomplishment, just like watching his own girl grow up.

Bai Taki has no brothers or sisters. In this short life, he can remember very clearly the people who accompanied him for a while. Yan Qixia is the person who has accompanied him the longest. She always stays with her at any time By her side, neither annoying nor clinging, sitting quietly on the edge, drinking tea and smiling, occasionally showing a girlish temper when alone, cute and gentle.

He still remembers every time he spent with her, not like a lover, but like a relative, a concern.

A girl who was waiting for his return in this world closed her eyes and left, leaving him in the vast snow.

This feeling of emptiness invaded the heart, feeling lost and mourning inexplicably.

She has gone.

She couldn't hear anything.

But he still wanted to complain, the more he couldn't hear him, the more he couldn't help but want to say all the things that had been buried in his heart all these years.

You are gone, what should I do?

Without you, no one can hear me cry.

I still have so many things I haven't told you, I still have so many secrets I haven't told you, how could you just leave like this?

I was the one who brought you out of that hell. Your life is part of me. You just died. How can you pay me back what you owe?

I have so many friends, but they are always scattered. I can’t even find a place to stay for a long time. Only when you told me to take me back to Jinling, I bought a house in Jinling. Take care of you, but why don't you keep your promise and stay in Jinling?You left, should I go back?What else do I go back to.

The place where you stay is my home in this world. When you leave, home will disappear.

I agreed to take you back, how should I explain to Taohong, how should I explain to other people, how should I explain to myself?

You want to kill Yan Yunyan, tell me, how can I not help you, you are not even a congenital realm, and she is a general, what do you use to win?He is so smart on weekdays, why is he so stupid at this time, saying that one person's revenge is all revenge, and talking about the morals of the world, I can call a dozen people to come and deal with it slowly.

Shirataki's voice of talking to himself stopped.

"How could you just die like this..."

"It shouldn't be like this..."

The stranger held onto his collar, pain surged up, his heart beat wildly, he held Yan Qixia's hand and pressed it against his forehead, gritted his teeth, and said hoarsely: "Why is this..."

People always know how important the lost thing is to them after they lose it.

I just started to regret it.

But it has already been lost, no matter how painful and hysterical it is, what is lost will never come back.

This is the first time Shirataki has faced such a painful loss, the pain is heartbreaking, not because he is not strong enough, but because his heart is made of flesh.

He has a human heart that can tear and hurt.

The pain was so painful that he couldn't breathe, because it was too painful, so he couldn't help but want to find something to vent.

He doesn't understand why.

Why have made the most suitable choice, but still can't catch up.

He didn't stop for a moment, he was already dragging his seriously injured body, and kept going.

If he had noticed earlier, would he have been able to catch up?

If he didn't choose to save Beiming Qingqiu, would he be able to catch up?

in case……

No if.

No matter what, I will definitely lose her, I will definitely regret it, and I will definitely cry and repent here holding her corpse.

This is like a predestined ending that has already been written, maybe it is not Yan Qixia's willful action, she has already made this decision.

But how she chooses should not be a reason for Shirataki to comfort himself, nor should it be a reason for him to be a step behind.

The reason for the delay, the reason for not being able to catch up, is one and only one reason...

why?

Because... is too weak.

If he was strong enough to kill Cao Zhong with one punch, such a thing would not happen.

If it is strong enough, strong enough to defeat the Heavenly King Realm, you don't need to ask Qin Gu for help, you can deal with Xia Houmei by yourself.

This is not a modern society at all, where force is paramount, violence is paramount, the strong dominate everything, and the weak can't even protect their own dignity, let alone protect them.

...Because you are weak, you can't hold on, you can only watch her die.

The voice from the bottom of my heart echoed in my ears, like whispers.

Bai Taki looked at his palm, he remembered some things, he remembered the organization that attacked Xiuyu, he remembered the ruined Xueyi Building, he remembered Murong Lao Wangba, he remembered Dugu City, he remembered Rilun City, and he remembered Tokyo Ginza The great battle... If I were just a mortal, everything would have a different ending.

From the very beginning, there has been no peace at all, and the order of the modern world is based on the premise of certain mutual destruction.

Strength is the foundation of protecting everything. Strength creates peace. If there is no strength, nothing can be defended.

Power, violence, killing, destruction...

Shirataki's head buzzed for a while, and the light in his pupils was gradually going out.

He hugged Yan Qixia horizontally, placed her under the eaves without snow, and gently smoothed her somewhat messy hair with his fingers.

As if to bury the last trace of his conscience, he closed his eyes and mourned silently for the lost girl.

Some messy sounds came from the entrance of the bedroom not far away.

The soldiers came to kill, they stepped into the palace, and swept the enemy army around according to the order.

Someone had already seen the corpse on the ground from a distance, Yan Yunyan fell to the ground, bloody, lifeless.

The loyal soldiers and rebels were all jealous, they took it for granted that Bai Taki was a murderer, and roared and roared to tear him to pieces.

Loud noises disturbed the omen's mourning.

A cavalry galloped forward and slashed at his back, but was torn from the horse's back by the lightning force, the horse's back was broken, and the human figure was smashed into the ground.

Immediately, the soldiers roared in pain, their bodies became withered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and their vitality and cultivation were all plundered.

——Devil Eater

Shirataki opened his eyes, the pupils became deep and cold, and blood gushed out from the depths of the pupils, like a river pouring out, every drop was filled with killing intent, his eyes were completely red.

He no longer looks back at the dead girl, no longer mourns, no longer regrets, no longer sticks to the principles of being a human being.

The Heavenly Demon stared at the enemy, and couldn't tolerate anything other than pure killing intent.

The world kisses him bitterly, and he wants to kill the whole family of the world.

This is, a thought becomes a demon.

Chapter 510 No More Mercy

The scene of the girl's death is still vivid in my mind, and the grief and pain poured out in a huge killing intent.

Shirataki left everything behind and didn't remember her saying 'see you in the next life'.

Perhaps Yan Qixia never imagined that this stranger would value her so much.

What Beiming Qingqiu said is right, he has always been eccentric, if there is a ranking, Yan Qixia's important performance to him will be listed in the top three.

Losing Yan Qixia, Bai Taki seemed to have lost a relative, so his eyes were all red, so he turned from a human to a demon.

Shirataki is no longer Baitaki, the one standing here is the Heavenly Demon.

The Heavenly Demon crushed the skinny figure's chest with one foot. Seeing the flesh and blood splattered and the bones shattered, he showed a strange smile, and the jet-black true energy that spewed out wrapped around his body, almost blurring his face into an indistinct shadow.

His pale hair was blowing in the wind, and his blood-red pupils were as dazzling as a fire.

He walked out of the courtyard of the palace and stepped onto the snow-covered battlefield. When he stepped on the ground, the crimson fire flickered.

A soldier at the front only saw a black shadow passing by, and a sharp pain hit him. A pair of hands pierced his chest, and then pulled it left and right, and the human body was torn apart like a ridiculous rag doll. It was cut into two pieces, blood spewed out, and organs scattered all over the place.

Among the soldiers on the left and right, one backed away timidly, and the other swung his knife with eyes wide and roaring.

The blade slashed down, cutting down the flying snow, but was held by that hand in mid-air, and then the phantom leaned closer, raising his hand to strangle his throat.

- Heavenly Demon Eats!

Devour, devour, devour!

Devouring other people's lives for his own use, devouring other people's cultivation base to fill himself, the huge life vitality and decades of bitter cold cultivation base are all turned into his own source of strength, and he is swallowed by the phantom and the burning black flame.

"what--!"

The Heavenly Demon left the soldier who had died, and let out a mouthful of breath, like a hiccup.

But he is not full yet, far from it. His thirsty body has longed for this kind of nourishment. I don’t know how long ago, he longed for this kind of pleasure that can be devoured wantonly. .

His cultivation base is also improving at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The spiritual realm is not the reason to curb Shirataki's cultivation. He stays in the innate first-level profound entrance realm for a long time, not because his realm is not enough, but because the accumulation is insufficient and the cultivation is not enough. The innate level of heavenly demon zhenqi requires a larger and more quintessential power , this power naturally transfers too slowly from heaven and earth, and can only be obtained by killing evil spirits.

But now, this bondage no longer exists.

The Heavenly Demon picked up the weapon with his toes, kicked a blade away, and the flying blade swept through the air, accurately hitting a soldier who was trying to retreat, nailing him to the wall, and then holding a stabbing blade with his bare hands, The sword passed through the palm of his hand, but the demon didn't feel the pain. Instead, he clenched his fingers tightly and punched through the opponent's armor and chest.

The demon's eyes were cold, ignoring all the screams, even the screams were swallowed.

The vitality was replenished, the wound on the phantom's palm was recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye, the devouring vitality could replenish itself, and he strode forward.

Many people have seen the battlefield, but they have never seen such a cruel massacre.

Under the fists and feet of the demon, the human body is as fragile as a glass product, and the innate warrior who forged the body will be destroyed in an instant, either being ravaged into pieces, or squeezed into dry bones.

So violent, so cruel.

The experienced soldiers were not frightened, they were all elite soldiers, even if they retreated, they would not leave their backs to the opponent, but they all knew that if they continued to stay, they would just die, and this number was not enough at all Deal with this monster.

"Back, back! Call in a large army, we want to surround and kill this monster!" Someone shouted.