The Cycle of Worlds Begins with Naruto

Diana always felt that Su Xiuyu had a strange sense of separation from the whole world, as if he did not belong to this world. So Diana herself was not obsessed with the issue of her and Su Xiuyu's children. What Diana really cared about was whether Su Xiuyu would stay by her side forever.

If nothing unexpected happened, Diana would have at least a few thousand years of life. As for Su Xiuyu, his life would only be longer, but Diana always had a feeling that Su Xiuyu would leave this world.

However, Diana did not confront Su Xiuyu, but quietly increased the bond between the two parties. So to some extent, Diana's desire for a child was also to keep Su Xiuyu with the bond.

It's just that all this was a spontaneous choice made by Diana in her subconscious mind, and even Diana herself did not think about why she was so obsessed with children.

As for Su Xiuyu, he was intoxicated by Diana's thoughtfulness, and he did not think carefully about why Diana was so obsessed with children. He simply attributed Diana's thoughts to the issue of motherhood.

However, it was also from this day that Fiora officially integrated into Su Xiuyu's life. Living under the same roof is not integration, only inner acceptance is true integration.

This process took Fiora almost three years, and other Kryptonians will also explore the meaning of their existence in more time.

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In Gotham City, in a shabby hotel that does not require identity registration, there is a faint smell of room with a glimmer of light inside the wooden door. A black man is deeply trapped in his youthful dream and cannot extricate himself.

Floyd was born in a poor family on Nahe Island in Gotham City. He lived with his parents and a younger sister. Of course, the misfortune of unfortunate people is often just a simple beginning.

When Floyd's life just started to improve, two drug dealers and several gangsters living in the next room rushed into the next room after drinking too much and shot the drug dealers. The police said that the murderer fired a total of 60 bullets, 23 of which fell on his home and 12 penetrated his family's body.

That's right. The wooden structure of the house and the dilapidated walls could not stop the scattered bullets at all, so the bullets shot from next door still shot into Freud's home.

Freud, who was in the bedroom at the time, escaped, but his sister in the bedroom was not so lucky, so Freud's sister died silently. In front of Freud, he could do nothing, nothing.

Later, Freud put down his brush as an art student, picked up a pistol, and began to control the gun. The hatred of the death of his family made Freud's gun skills perfect.

So Freud also became one of the most powerful and legendary killers in the dark world. Guns are Freud's bread and butter, and they are also Freud's weapons to protect himself.

However, the shadow of his youth has caused him a lot of influence. Even when he has reached middle age, Freud will fall into painful dreams again and again from time to time.

"Ah!" Floyd roared and woke up from his dream, and then an angry voice came from next door: "Fuck you!"

If it was a normal time period, Floyd would have taken a gun to comfort the neighbor next door, but this time he was howling in the middle of the night, so he spared the birdman next door.

But not long after Floyd lay down, an abnormal sound was heard next door, which was obviously the sound of a woman moaning, and the sound was getting louder and louder. If the woman's voice was a little restrained at the beginning, she would shout loudly later.

If Floyd was born in an Eastern country, he might have mistakenly thought that the neighbor was shouting in the middle of the night.

Floyd couldn't fall asleep originally, and now it's even more outrageous. He can't sleep at all. The big head is already troubled, and now the small head is also troubled.

Finally, Floyd, who couldn't bear it any more, kicked the door next door, and threatened the neighbor with a gun before finally getting a quiet sleep.

The next day, Floyd took his equipment and prepared to carry out the mission. When he left, he glanced at the people next door. Sure enough, the fat couple had left and the bed sheets were in a mess. However, the bed sheets in such a small hotel were also very dirty. It was estimated that there was no cleaning service.

Today, Floyd was going to assassinate a target. As for the specific identity of the target, Floyd did not care. After all, for a killer, taking money to do things is the most basic professional ethics.

Floyd climbed up aHe chose a building with a good view, and then began to assume his own equipment, a monitor, and his own special monocular goggles - mainly to see infrared rays that are invisible to the naked eye.

Floyd has set up a large number of infrared devices between the two buildings and at the entrances and exits. Once someone passes by, Floyd will be reminded, so that Floyd does not need to keep staring at the entrances and exits.

"Hi, Angelo, it's me, I'm a professional rat extermination expert. We agreed to help you exterminate rats today, but you must pay me in advance, but my account is empty so far. So when can you give me the money?"

Floyd contacted his employer while observing the three cars that had just arrived at the entrance of the building.

"Others only pay after completing the task, why are you different from others?" The employer on the other end of the phone was a recently found matchmaker, but Floyd did not indulge him.

"I remember I told you that I would not start my mission until I got paid, right? Your rules are not my rules. Since you found me, you should know my style of doing things. I can't help you without money. By the way, I'm going to be at the scene now. Your target has come out of the car."

"Oh, you're lucky. He came out with 20 bodyguards, all armed. Are you sure you want to continue to argue over my reward? I estimate that you only have 30 seconds to think about what to do. After 30 seconds, your target will enter the building, and then you will fail."

"OK, I'll transfer the money now." The employer on the other side was timid for a while, and then 1 million US dollars was transferred to Floyd's account.

"Hey, hey, hey, didn't we agree on 2 million US dollars before? What do you mean you only transferred 1 million US dollars?" Floyd was a little dissatisfied when he saw the balance in the account.