White lotus cultivation system

Uncle Bing's whispers were drowned in the noise of the boiling crowd, and it was impossible to distinguish clearly, but the chaotic scene around him made Ye Fei doubtful. This kind of killing method, which can be called "unscrupulous", seems unusual. Those assassins' usual tricks, which are well-known and well-known, are really against their usual professionalism, but more like Ye Fei's own old line of work-it is not so much "assassination", it is more appropriate to call it "combat".

He couldn't help asking Li Tianyang beside him: "Do you know who is chasing you?"

Li Tianyang was trembling at the moment, but he still answered Ye Fei's question: "Yes, it's Mrs. Xie! They must be right!"

The most powerful force he offended and wanted to take his life was the Xie family. Now the other party's arrogant behavior made him firm in this guess. In his cognition, it was not the Xie family who could be who!

Li Tianyang's affirmative answer made Ye Fei no longer think about it. He had also heard about the Xie family. Although that family was as rich as a country, they might not be able to invite "that person".

You said you Xie family wanted to kill someone, did you invite a mercenary instead of a killer?Although mercenaries can be regarded as multi-functional combat talents, I still give you a bad review decisively here, thank you!

Now that he had been found, he simply stopped hiding with others. On the one hand, he asked Mr. Huang to protect the two of them and escape from the safe exit. Hands and feet act as cover.

The opponent had already locked on his side just now, Ye Fei didn't think too much, and rolled on the spot naturally, as expected, a shuttle of bullets came like a shadow, hitting the position where he was a moment ago.

The only exit in the entire waiting hall has a green fluorescent word "ENTER", which is especially eye-catching in the dark. Li Tianyang's voice is fleeting, and he must have been led to escape in this direction with the noisy people. Uncle Bing After forcing Ye Fei back, he retracted his gun and walked towards the exit, but was stopped halfway by the persistent police officer.

(Voice from outside: You love to come back, that damned one)

Do you really think I won't kill you?Uncle Bing sneered at this little bastard. When Ye Fei was talking to Li Tianyang just now, he recognized Ye Fei's voice, ignored his warning, and confronted himself everywhere. Okay, very good, let's do it today Pulled you together.

Having made up his mind, Mr. Mercenary stopped being merciful. His eyes adapted to the darkness could barely make out the outline of Ye Fei's figure. He drew out his dagger and attacked the person in front of him.

"Good time." Seeing that he had successfully attracted the opponent's attention, Ye Fei couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, and drew out his dagger to fight back.

Even in the hustle and bustle of the hundred-person hall, the sound of two fine steel daggers clashing one after another made people's eardrums ache.

But amidst the high-frequency dagger parrying, Ye Fei felt a surge of turmoil in his heart.The fighting skills of the comer are so sophisticated, without being sloppy, they are not inferior to him in the slightest, and with every blade light that flashes in the darkness, the piercing killing intent is like a net, almost as strong as a net. There is substance.

A character with such an aura must have personally experienced several actual battlefields, even for characters at the level of killing a hundred people or killing a thousand people.

But at the same time, he also faintly felt a sense of disobedience. The aggressive master in front of him seemed a little weak. Although his skills were old and sharp, he showed a little powerlessness when he swung his blade a few times.

Could it be... the other party was injured?

In fact, there is another thing that Ye Fei doesn't want to admit is that in his heart, he always doesn't want to believe that it is "that person" who is showing such strong killing intent towards him now.

He couldn't allow him to think too much, because at this moment, the footsteps of a group of people came from the stairs, and the light of the flashlight swept towards the waiting hall.

"We are the airport police. Passengers, please don't panic and leave the airport in an orderly manner under our command..."

With the flashlight like this, wouldn't Li Tianyang have nowhere to hide and let others slaughter him?Thinking of this, Ye Fei quickly faced the assassin's dagger, regardless of his vitals being completely exposed to the opponent's control, fired several shots in the direction of Uncle Bing, and while the opponent was stunned, he jumped forward, hugged the person and shot at the boarder in front of him. The glass door of the aircraft port smashed open.

Ye Fei was taken aback by the unexpectedly slender and soft touch of his body.

Uncle Bing, no matter how powerful he is in combat, is also a mortal body with neither fighting spirit nor qigong. Being pushed and smashed into glass is enough for him to eat a pot. With the sharp sound of glass breaking, the beautiful boy couldn't help but let out a groan. There was a subdued grunt.

Hearing this small voice, Ye Fei's heart fluttered, oh no, his body froze, his instinct made him subconsciously switch the positions of the two, and he flew out of the board with the boy in his arms in his arms. At the mouth of the machine, his body fell heavily on the broken glass on the ground, and he grinned in pain, his back was hot and sticky.

At this moment, the little policeman's heart was frightened, and the person in his arms was motionless, making him almost like holding a hot potato made of gold (what's so funny about the Chinese teacher dying long ago!).

"...Boss?" He tentatively opened his mouth.

no respond.

"Brother?" He changed his address.

Still no response.

Ye Fei was silent.He didn't know whether he was worried about the safety of the person in his arms or his own life. Under the strong anxiety, he shook his hands and gently poked towards the boy's head. When he didn't touch anything dripping like blood, he breathed a sigh of relief. Then……

Then, almost without spending a word, he convinced himself that this was a check for injuries—yes, that was it!Although he knew that only the back of the other person's whole body hit the glass—with such a pure (?) mentality, he touched the body that was quietly lying on his chest with his hands.

Then he let out an incomprehensible sigh.

What he didn't know at this time was that Uncle Bing fell into an unprecedented crisis because of this sudden head bump.

He felt the darkness in front of his eyes, which was different from the waiting hall where the lights were dimmed before, but a sense of darkness that he lost all senses, invisible and intangible.

"The solution is being received...received successfully," the system's prompt sounded faintly.

"What solution? What to solve?" Li Mohuai asked.

"Solve the problem of the blackening of the white lotus." The system said: "The actor who played the white lotus was blackened by the author, which made the plot unable to continue to unfold according to the original route. This is a serious and unforgivable problem. way to solve it!"

Li Mohuai asked: "An effective way? Why do I have a bad feeling..."

The system replied: "Indeed. Because the actor's blackness is so high, the solution given by 'above' is also the highest level - directly obliterate the mental power of the actor who played the White Lotus."

"...!"

Uncle Bing tried to speak, and found that although he couldn't move, he could still speak: "Destroy the player's mental power?"

"That's right!" The system's voice was full of joy of victory, as if it had been aggrieved for many days and finally raised its eyebrows: "This is the end of your resistance to the system's instructions! Kill yourself!"

actor?A suspicion floated in Mr. Mercenary's mind, and he sighed and asked, "Since I'm going to be wiped out by you, why don't you let me die more clearly—what are you? Or, what do you do?"

The system, immersed in the love of the villain's counterattack, did not feel the weird calmness in Uncle Bing's tone, and began his endless quilt routine: "I am a collector."

"Collector?"

"Yes," the system said proudly: "A system like mine has a complete database, which records the plot line and the personal information of top figures of all ages in this world."

"I choose the actor to play the White Lotus, and help the actor to become a Mary Sue that everyone loves, and then as long as the actor falls in love with those top characters under my instructions, that is, the characters in the plot, I can play Build a spiritual bridge between you—oh, this word is not the meaning that humans understand in a broad sense, but a real bridge that uses spiritual space as the framework."

"What is the purpose of building that so-called 'spiritual bridge'?"

"After the bridge is established, I can collect the spiritual power of those top characters through the 'intimate actions' between you and those characters."

Even though he was mentally prepared for the bizarre answer, Mr. Mercenary was taken aback by this statement: "What is the purpose of harvesting the mental power of those people? Will it have a bad effect on them?"

"The most fundamental source of a person's excellence is spiritual power! But I don't know what to use for collecting those things, I'm just a collector," the system said lightly: "As for those collected There is only one ending for people whose spiritual power is exhausted—brain death.”

"Brain-dead?!" His expression changed drastically. Isn't Han Yi... very dangerous? !

"Okay, the time to show mercy is over," the system jokingly smiled: "Start the solution."

"Solution loading...0%...0.1%..."

Li Mohuai: "...It seems that there is still some time."

"This is because of the great power, the lead time is long, okay?" The system said angrily, "Don't be so impatient, you won't be able to escape!"

Uncle Bing: "Actually, I have long felt that this system has a low IQ... Am I alone?"

"You are not alone." Li Mohuai paused and said, "However, how do you plan on this matter?"

Mr. Mercenary was rarely vague, and asked: "...do you have any unfulfilled wishes?"

Li Mohuai: "My wish is that my mother can be happy and healthy."

"Nothing else?"

"Hmm..." Li Mohuai said, "Actually, there were a lot of things. For example, I wanted to get ahead, earn a lot of money, find a virtuous wife, let my mother have grandchildren earlier..."

The boy's voice gradually lowered: "But it seems impossible now...it's too late. I just hope you can live well for me."

"Okay." Uncle Bing agreed to the request again: "If our guess is correct."

"Yes." Li Mohuai replied softly.

Mr. Mercenary opened his eyes, grabbed someone's hand hovering on his buttocks, pressed it to the head of the person below him, raised his upper body, sat on someone's waist, and sneered condescendingly: "Ye Fei , You have really grown up."

Ye Fei was suppressed and did not struggle. He glanced left and right and pulled the corners of his mouth in embarrassment: "I am concerned about whether you are injured. I will check your injury..."

"Hit my head against the glass window and check it on my butt, hmph." Uncle Bing laughed angrily when he heard the other party's sophistry, and sat down heavily, propping up Ye Fei to avoid the broken glass below. He sat down on his waist, and with a distorted state of mind, he was satisfied to hear a suppressed muffled groan from the person below him.

Ye Fei's side is also in a world of ice and fire. His body has been trained to be strong enough. Although he was embarrassed when he fell on the broken glass, he can actually lie on his back with his shoulders and feet on the ground and his waist in the air for a long time. There were only these two places where the broken glass was stuck. Fortunately, the ancestor sat down full of malice, and his back was also unavoidable, and made intimate contact with the glass shards.

But Ye Fei felt the two round and soft flesh of the beautiful boy on his waist at the same time, imagining how they were squeezed and deformed by the rough pressure, he couldn't help but feel the pain and happiness.

The mercenary watched speechlessly as the person under him turned into an absent-minded expression again, and couldn't help but slapped the other person's forehead to greet him: "Why do you want to help Li Tianyang?"

Ye Fei was awakened by the shy and angry (?) palm, his handsome face flushed slightly: "I didn't know he was your target, I am wronged, I am wronged to death!"

"...Speak well, don't draw the tail!" Uncle Bing rubbed his forehead, thinking that he hadn't told him his identity beforehand, but he still scolded: "Do you know that there is a saying that meddling in other people's business will kill you? You have fought against me for so long, don't you still not recognize me?"

"The strength is much smaller than before..." Ye Fei muttered, "That sentence means meddling in other people's business and eating fart?"

"Slap." Another slap: "Next question."

"Is there another one?"

"Stop talking nonsense," Mr. Mercenary said with an extremely serious expression, "Where did I treat you badly, why did I leave?"

Ye Fei was taken aback: "Leave?"

"En." The beautiful boy nodded, staring at the person below him without blinking.

"...Didn't you drive me away?"

"When did I overtake you?" Uncle Bing asked angrily.

Ye Fei took out a letter from his pocket with his free hand: "Didn't you write this?"

Uncle Bing didn't bother to worry about why the other party carried a letter with him. After confirming that there was no problem with the letter, he unfolded it and saw that the Italian, which he hadn't touched for a long time, made him feel like traveling through time and space.

"...leave Italy, don't let me see you again, and never set foot in Italy again, or you will die?" Uncle Bing showed confusion on his face: "It is true that my handwriting is correct, but... "

"But what?" Ye Fei asked nervously.

"...This is what I wrote for others." Uncle Bing said.

"...?!" Ye Fei