Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

Backlund, Saturday.

Every day, Xiu, who checks some contact symbols at different places, stands in front of a street in the East District, carefully avoiding the garbage bags piled up at the entrance of the alley, and the trousers of the white-based knight uniform have some stains.

She looked at the wall on the right side with a bad expression, and touched her waist subconsciously with her right hand.

It was a mark she had never seen before, it was the mark of the man with the golden mask at Mr. A's party.

Did you really find me?

Xio recalled the rumors he heard at the Bounty Hunter Bar in the East District this morning. The hand attached to his waist slowly fell to his side. He walked out of the alley as usual, and walked along the street until he left the East District. .

Today, there are rumors everywhere in the East District that Kapin, the rich man who designed the girl's disappearance, has fallen. The first explosion in Backlund last night was at his mansion.

And what Xio knows better than others is that since last night, the gangsters that Kapin gathered in the East District, including the plateau people who had just been suppressed, were suddenly forced to the corner of the warehouse area by the veteran Whigs and Tories. , In the area of ​​the dock area where the explosion occurred in the East District, except for the warehouse surrounded by the heart of machinery, all returned to the hands of these gangsters who also had the support of big men behind them.

Quickly walking out of the East District, Xio took advantage of her small size and squeezed into the public carriage, marked the meeting place and time in another place that she often used, and deliberately dragged it to this evening.

After doing all of this, Xio didn't wander outside again, and returned directly to the apartment that Fors and Fors rented in the Chorwood district.

......

In Chorwood District, in the apartment that Hugh and Fors rented.

Haunted by nightmares last night, Forsi, who was in poor spirits today, slumped lazily on the chair, holding a thin pen between her slender fingers, as if she was holding a lady's cigarette, shaking slightly unsightly.

She stared at the few lines above, read through the beginning of the new book that she took for an hour to complete, and nodded with satisfaction.

Sure enough, this kind of ups and downs of love novels can impress those readers... Emperor Roselle is right, no matter what era, people always like to read things that can satisfy their real shortcomings. If you read too much Too many restrictions will make readers disgusted, and satisfying their fantasies is the truth of making money!

After blocking his last self-motivation with the great man's wise words without hesitation, Forsi threw away the pen and actually pulled out a cigarette, ready to reward himself.

There was a muffled sound from the door, and Forsi, who was leisurely smoking a cigarette, was like a frightened blue cat. He jumped up from the chair, turned his right hand, hid the cigarette under the chair cushion, and picked up the pen in a panic.

"Didn't you go out?"

The panting Xio glanced up and down at his friend, then quickly walked to the window, ignoring Forsi, who was stiff, and glanced out the window.

"The guy who sold me the 'Sheriff' formula contacted me."

Forsi raised his eyebrows subconsciously, clenched the pen calmly, moved his **** slightly, and suppressed the cigarette under him.

She looked at the messy blond hair on Xio's head and said solemnly:

"Because of what?"

"I don't know, but I guess it has something to do with yesterday's explosion." Xio rubbed the stubborn frizzy short hair on top of his head and sat down on the chair beside him.

"I didn't go to him directly, I'm going to meet him tonight."

Forsi, who silently covered the new manuscript paper on the table, frowned slightly. After thinking for a while, he praised:

"This is the safest way. Before you met him, it was in Mr. A's territory."

"Although he and the forces behind him certainly do not know the relationship between us and the Aurora Society, there is no guarantee that the other party is consciously fishing."

"Fishing?" Hugh Green's eyes widened slightly, obviously not understanding the meaning.

Forsi looked at her friend and lowered her face deliberately.

"You think, since he has the formula of 'Sheriff', it means that he is likely to be related to the official force, or is an official force himself."

Listening to his friend's analysis, Xio nodded solemnly and sat up straight.

"So he needs almost no reason to deal with wild Extraordinary, especially an Extraordinary like you who has the same path as them."

Xio frowned, Fors also pretended to be worried.

"You said that the main material of 'Sheriff' seems to have short legs. The main material of 'Arbiter' is actually the same."

"They won't treat you as a wild extraordinary material, will they kidnap you and sell it for money?"

After listening carefully, Xio finally realized that her friend was making fun of him, and immediately jumped up, ignoring Fors's plea for mercy, and sturdyly slapped her butt.

"I mean seriously..." Rubbing his back, Fors said pitifully.

"Think about it for yourself, why did they suddenly contact you and give you a copy of the main material for almost free."

"If it's really MI9, why would they be so nice to you as a Sequence Nine?"

Xio, who was about to hit the second blow, suddenly froze in place. After a while, he was discouraged.

She shook her head slightly, as if recalling something, and Forsi, who was watching, did not dare to interrupt.

After a while, she let out a long sigh of relief and said calmly:

"By the way, Cappin is dead, and one of the explosions last night was related to him."

Capin is dead?

Forsi reacted for a while before remembering that this was the notorious human trafficker in the Eastern District.

"How did she die?" As a novelist, although she doesn't go out much, she often obtains various display materials from Hugh, so she is relatively aware of Kapin's crimes.

The depressed Xio pursed his lips, and then shook his head slightly.

"It's probably an explosion. In short, if there is a chance at night, I will inquire about this matter carefully."

......

In the outskirts of Backlund, there is an underground mausoleum somewhere.

In the simply decorated basement room, "Desperate Nightingale" Panathia had just woken up, wet drops of water still hung on her charming face, and her white fingers lightly tapped bottles and jars with different labels. , and finally put a white robe wearing a pure breath over his body.

"Unfortunately, neither Zangwill nor Rambis advisors responded to my invitation yesterday."

This name can't tell the exact age, but just appreciating from the face, the demigod who is more delicate than the girl yawned slightly, the light in the eyebrows turned slightly, and complained softly:

"Although Mr. A is similar to the 'Witch', he is basically a piece of wood. He was simply fooled by the ravings of the true creator."

The demigod grumbled like a real little girl, and there was no sign of maturity in her.

However, in those charming eyes, calmness and calmness are still the eternal main colors, which confirms that everything she is acting at this time is just a layer of disguise.

As a prospective "witch of immortality" who is about to finish digestion and is ready to be promoted at any time, Panatia has already started to play "not old" in advance, but the Kaslina she refers to does not seem to be a good study object.

The witch sect is relatively loose. If it is not mandatory, each high-level executive will have his own life, so they do not know some trivial details very well.

"Reincarnation Paradise"

"The traces of Augustus have been exposed."

In the quiet underground room, another tactful but more cold voice broke Panatia's clumsy one-man show.

The demigod, who was still interested in teasing just now, shuddered for a moment, then turned around slowly, knelt humbly on one knee, and performed a standard knightly salute. UU reading www.uukanshu. com

"His Royal Highness, I didn't receive the notification of the accelerated plan yesterday..."

Mo Hu, who was hiding in the shadows, raised his hand, and the blue-purple gemstone embedded in the center of the collarbone on his chest shone with a strange brilliance.

Poisonous snakes spit out letters, climbed the air, and slowly swam out of the darkness.

"I see an imbalance of fate in you and a few other demigods."

The poisonous snake made of pure black long hair was sharp and pointed, and his icy gaze stared at Panatia, whose head was lower and deeper.

Xia Lu Tamara Treville, whose "witch" part seemed to be strengthened, looked around, his eyes penetrated the ancient stone wall that had been standing underground for thousands of years, and looked at the upper part of the ruins. Phantom figure.

It was an imaginary phantom, and a more terrifying "transparent" phantom followed by her side.

She was clearly there, standing beside Hervin Rambis who was talking to a mature and elegant man, but no one noticed.

In the silence, the man with pure eyes turned his head, and his pure golden eyes stared at the lady with a complicated breath, and nodded with a smile.

Xia Lu, who was aroused by a chill behind her, closed her eyes, and her cold voice was still calm, as if her emotions had been split.

"Anyway, don't leave here recently. Before the big smog, I don't want to see an accident."

The blue-purple gems between the bones were even more dazzling. Xia Lu Tamara Treville opened her eyes, reflecting the miniature Milky Way. The surface of the jade-like perfect body was cracked a little blue.

"It's not just what I mean, it's what Chick means."

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