Shocked, my video goes to the future!

Handong City, Ruixin Cafe.

A group of men in black suddenly entered the originally quiet cafe. They were dressed in strange clothes, which shocked the customers in the shop.

"Are these people acting in a costume drama? Why are they dressed so strangely?"

"Probably not!"

"I see a vintage clothing store next door, they don't know the cosplayers in it?"

And this group of men in black didn't care about the strange eyes of others, and walked straight towards the box.

Inside the VIP box.

All the men in black took their seats one by one, but the first seat was vacated.

They are the fallen angels whose plans failed a few days ago and fled.

At this moment, they looked gloomy and said nothing, obviously still annoyed by the failed action a few days ago.

The hot-tempered [Big Kill Quartet] took the lead in attacking:

"[Ghost Forest], who are you guys looking for? What else do those [-] boys do besides playing games?"

"[Very Vicious], you want that b-face, now you know it's an afterthought, why didn't you say it before the mission started?"

"You don't care about me!"

The two looked at each other like this, their swords were on the verge of breaking out, and they were about to fight if they disagreed.

"Okay! Stop making noise! ​​Be careful to be overheard by the bishop."

Among the fallen angels, the oldest and stronger Sky Spider Girl came out and became a peacemaker.

At this moment, a gorgeous butterfly flew in from the window outside the box, and the background music also played slowly.

"I can't fly"

"The World of Flowers"

"It turns out I'm one"

"Drunken Butterfly!"

The butterfly landed on the first seat and turned into a figure, which was [Nightmare] in a wine-red suit.

He slumped on the chair, playing with the ruby ​​and diamond ring the size of a pigeon egg in his hand, looked at everyone with a playful smile and said.

"Arguing, keep arguing! Why don't you talk?

The task has not been completed! Still have the face to make noise?"

[Nightmare] With a roar, the fallen angels were frightened.

"This mission is so secret, why did Yan Zhenyue notice it in advance, you must know that this mission is absolutely confidential

No one else knows but you, which means... the leaker is among you!"

Hearing this, the fallen angels present became anxious. They wanted to stand up and explain, but they didn't have the courage.

After all, they don't want to touch Master [Nightmare]'s bad luck if they hit the head with a gun.

Seeing the silent crowd, [Nightmare] also lost his patience.

When he raised his hand, the faces of the other fallen angels suddenly became ugly, and then they began to roll on the ground together, as if they were being roasted by the flames of hell, their bodies trembled from their souls.

"Damn it! Who leaked the secret! Hurry up and stand up for me!"

……

After half an hour.

【Nightmare】Looking at the group of fallen angels who collapsed to the ground, they curled their lips in disdain.

In fact, he knew that this group of fallen angels was probably not the ones who leaked the secret this time. After all, they all had their own soul imprints on them, and it was absolutely impossible for them to betray him.

But this time the mission failed, if you don't give them some color to see, then what is your prestige?

"It's okay to fail this mission, but it's not a big deal."

"However, in a few months' time it will be the day of the Seven Stars Lianzhu, and then the seal of the Qiankun Great Formation will be at its weakest.

The latest instruction from the chairman, this time we must release that guy at all costs and set off a bloodbath in Huaguo. "

"If you dare to fail the next mission..."

"Humph!"

……

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It was night, in a manor in the suburbs of Sujing City.

Not far from the manor is a piece of farmland, full of rice that is about to mature, and the twittering cicadas are screaming in the ground, which is a bit like "the bright moon leaves the branches to startle the magpies, and the breeze sings cicadas in the middle of the night". .

in the courtyard.

A young and handsome son-in-law was lying on a bamboo summer chair, enjoying a pleasant evening.

He was playing with some simple tortoise shells in his hands, as if he was doing some kind of ancient divination.

At this moment, a housekeeper in a long gown came over with a pot of Maojian tea that had just been brewed.

"Master, the weather is going to turn cold soon, why don't you put on your coat!"

master?

If ordinary people came to see it, they might be shocked, or they might think that the butler said something wrong.

Shouldn't such a young master be called Young Master?

But the housekeeper, Ma He, was no stranger to it.

Because his ancestors have served this master for three generations, and his grandfather and father are all his personal butlers. As long as he can remember, this master has looked like this now.

Even though he has changed from a yellow-haired child to a white-haired old man, the appearance of the master has not changed at all, as if time has not left any traces on his face.

And all of this seems to be related to his special [Divine Endowment].

The handsome young man took a sip of tea, and casually asked the butler.

"Recently, is there any news about the four bishops?"

"It's nothing serious, but [Nightmare]'s attack on Huaguo Special University failed."

"Hehe... That idiot, with his brain, it's rare to be able to complete the task!"

"Master, is there something you don't understand?"

"Say."

"This [Nightmare] and his Fallen Angel team KPI (performance appraisal) has been ranked last in the company for three consecutive years, why do we still use him as the archbishop in the company?"

"Hehe, you don't understand this! Taylor, the father of management, once said that from the perspective of business management, the boss not only needs capable employees, but also loyal horsemen.

Don't you see it?Around the emperors of all dynasties, there will always be a few wastes who flatter and flatter.

Like Fei Zhong, You Hun...Gao Lishi, Wang Zhen, Wei Zhongxian and the like.

In fact, the boss doesn't need them to be able to use them, just to be able to make themselves happy. This is the value of their existence. "

"Oh!...The subordinate understands."

"By the way, how is the situation in Chuancheng? Is everything still normal?"

"No surprises, everything is going according to your plan."

"That's good! I'm tired, you go down first!"

"Yes!"

With the departure of the butler, the courtyard regained its tranquility.

And the handsome young man lying on the cool chair just picked up the teacup and wanted to drink the tea in the cup.

But when his lips and teeth touched the rim of the cup, he found that the tea was completely cold.

At this time, a gust of wind happened to blow up, and the small tree in the courtyard was shaken, and green leaves fell one after another.

Seeing the scene in front of him, this handsome young man was thoughtful, unable to speak for a long time.

I have lived for hundreds of years, and everything around me is just a repetition of the past.

Old friends and enemies have already turned into dust and returned to their homeland, leaving only my lonely self wandering in this world...

Thinking of this, his eyes were reddish and he stared into the distance, as if he was remembering his old friend who passed away.

"Old friends are dying one after another..."

"Like leaves falling in the wind!"

……

half a month later.

Administration Building, Principal's Office.

The strange thing is that Yan Zhenyue, who used to be addicted to alcohol, didn't drink today. Instead, he picked up a copy of "Teacher's Self-cultivation" and read it.

Looking at the empty principal's desk without a bottle, Han Zetao, the principal's assistant, was also a little curious.

"Principal, you seem a little different today than before?"

"Did you become handsome? Recently, I always feel this way when I look in the mirror."

"..."

Principal, you are so confident, does your mother know?

"Okay, today is a bit of a business. I have an old friend coming over. I'm worried that drinking will delay the matter."

"What kind of friend actually needs you to take it so seriously?"

"He! It's Linghuhua, the director of the Sichuan City Law Enforcement Bureau."

"Linghuhua? Ah!...Is that the weird Director Linghuhua who tore up the Boundless Realm?"

"Yes! Who else but him.

However, this guy has never done anything good to me. The first time he cheated me of a fetish, and the second time he cheated me of five Suzaku fighter jets...

I don't know what he wants to do this time?"

Han Zetao swallowed nervously.

"Then principal, such a big person comes to our school, we must not prepare some welcome ceremony or something? We must not be rude!"

"No, no, no, Linghu Hua! He acts weirdly and has a unique style. He came to me last time with a tractor, and he might play other tricks this time!"

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On the outskirts of Huaguo Special Military University, the first line of security.

At this moment, Zhang Hua, the captain of the patrol team, was very embarrassed.

There are so many wonderful things during this time!

Not long ago, two students sneaked out of the school and returned to the security area. There were five Shamat-shaped supernatural beings chasing and killing them.

Soon, the team he led had no choice but to retreat due to loss, and even the outpost was destroyed.

Later, he himself was punished for failing to organize effective resistance.

But today, I encountered an even more bizarre thing, that is, the uncle scavenger in front of me insisted that a group of sows raised by his family fell into the sewer next to the security station.

I saw an uncle, facing

And the most unbearable thing was the rancid smell on his body. He didn't know how many days he hadn't bathed.

"Pretty boy! My dog, tell me, the sow of the family has really fallen into your sewer, please let me in quickly!"

"Uncle, we have a policy here, we must not let you in, you go!"

Just when the two were at a stalemate, a jeep drove towards them with full power, stirring up the dust on the asphalt road all over the sky!

Soon, Yan Zhenyue got out of the car in a hurry.

The squad leader of the patrol team was dumbfounded: "Is the principal here to inspect our work?"

Who knew, Yan Zhenyue ignored him directly, strode towards the uncle who collected the rags, and punched the uncle hard in the chest.

"Brother Hua, are you really good enough? Last time I saw me driving a tractor, this time I directly loaded it with a beggar?"

"Sprinkle the water (small meaning)!"

"Okay, okay, don't just stand there, go to my office and talk!"

"..."

The captain was a little confused now.

Since when did our headmaster be so approachable, chatting so happily with a rag-tag?

He asked Han Zetao at the side.

"Instructor Han, who is this trash-picking uncle? How dare he hook shoulders with the principal?"

Han Zetao looked at the man's back and said with admiration:

"He's not a rag picker, he's the director of the Sichuan City Law Enforcement Bureau, Linghu Hua!"

"……what!"