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The green ball of light followed the man's voice and quickly flew towards the moon. In the blink of an eye, it had disappeared without a trace. Han Wenyue thought to himself, "This Soul Symbol is indeed strange. Even the method to decipher it is so strange."

The man let out a long breath and said with a smile, "The weak ones have to stay in bed for half a month, but with their physique, they will be fine for one night."

"No problem? Don't they turn into idiots? " Han Wenyue asked.

"What is an idiot?" The man asked instead of answering.

Han Wenyue was helpless. After a moment of hesitation, she said, "It's just that …" "Idiot."

That person raised his eyebrows: Why would this old man do such a thing? When they woke up, they were just like normal people. "

Although Han Wenyue was somewhat skeptical, but the martial arts and magic techniques that he displayed just now were truly admirable. Furthermore, although the other party was temperamental, his actions were magnanimous and open. For a moment, Han Wenyue felt that not believing his words was a kind of sin, and quickly said: "Thank you very much."

That person smiled and nodded, and said: "Handsome boy, your character is very good. Just now, your sword was intentionally avoiding my vital parts. "Don't be in such a hurry to pay your respects, but you must know that there is no mercy in your actions. In the martial arts world, it is either you die or I survive. If it's like this, even if you have ten lives, you still won't be able to use it."

Han Wenyi nodded her head, but she didn't think anything of it: "What a joke! No mercy? What society is it now? Where did he come from! I'm going to shoot you! "

That guy pointed at Zhao Zhiqiu and said, "Well, this kid is different. Although his kung fu is poor, and he seems to be an unorthodox martial art, but his blade is fierce and his personality is tough and hard to come by. It suits my taste."

Han Wenyue stole a glance at Zhao Zhiqiu, who remained expressionless, as if he didn't hear anything.

That person did not care and continued, "Handsome boy, this old man has some doubts, you must speak the truth." Seeing Han Wenyue nod her head, he continued: "Your group is also planning to head towards that … What tower? "

"Yes." Han Wenyue nodded.

That person frowned and pondered for a moment. "If that's the case, then you'd better listen to my advice. Go back."

Han Wenyue stared blankly for a bit. She immediately thought that this was the other side's good intentions. Before they could reach their destination, they had already lost their lives. Who knew what would happen next? He was slightly stunned and had already come up with an idea. "Thank you for your good intentions, but I … Zhi Qiu and I must go, this mission is very important. "

The man chuckled with admiration. "It's rare to see a young man who believes in righteousness. It's too much for me to say that. Alright, go ahead. I have to go back and report."

Han Wenyi frowned. This person's martial arts and martial arts skills were too high; it was simply too shocking. It was hard to imagine what abilities his leader had. For a moment, he was actually somewhat worried for this person: "Senior, if you don't kill us, how are you going to explain when you go back?"

The man was stunned for a moment before he laughed and said, "Handsome boy, it is the first time I have seen someone like you. Your life and death depends on me, yet you have the time to worry about me?"

Han Wenyue smiled helplessly.

That person seemed to be in a good mood. He squinted his eyes and laughed: "Although the world is big, there are not many people who can do anything to me. I only owe him a favor. "However, there are quite a few people who have died at my hands, and I'm afraid that it will be detrimental to their cultivation."

Han Wenyue didn't know how to reply, so she could only clasp her hands together.

The person shook his head, "Alright, this old man will go now. You two, be careful. Sigh, a young hero indeed came out. " After saying that, he turned his head but didn't see Han Li take a step forward. With a flash, he appeared tens of meters away. In the blink of an eye, even though the moonlight was bright, that person was nowhere to be seen.

This time, it was Han Wenyue who opened his mouth wide, standing there dumbstruck for a few minutes, before sighing and saying: "Spatial Compression?!" Is he still human? "

At this moment, Zhao Zhiqiu, who seemed unharmed, walked up to him and said, "He's very strong."

Han Wenyi sighed, "Are you alright?"

Zhao Zhiqiu nodded. "Thank you." He turned around and walked away.

Han Wenyue smiled. Everything that had happened just now, just who should thank whom?

Ben blinked his somewhat dry eyes and first translated the words that Yuan Qiong had said to Ba Ha. Ba Ha also couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief. Even though he fell in a mess, he didn't sustain any injuries. Coupled with his strong body, he was able to move freely at this moment. He walked up to the dazed Han Wenyue and bowed with his right hand on his chest: "Mister Han, thank you for your help earlier."

Han Wenyue came back to her senses and hastily returned the greeting, "Mr. Baha, we were originally comrade-in-arms, aren't we?"

Baja was startled, and then laughed out loud, "Of course, I am very happy to have such a friend like Mr. Han! "If you don't mind, I think I'll leave the matter of the forbidden area to you." In an instant, he was back to Arab boldness.

Han Wenyue also smiled. In the next moment, the two of them tightly held each other's hands.

The bright full moon illuminated the vast desert. If one were to look down from the sky, the current scene would be extremely frightening. A green figure constantly flashed, and with every flash, it would be dozens of meters away from where it stood. This scene under the moonlight was extremely strange.

Suddenly, Qing Ying stopped abruptly. It was Yuan Qiong, who was fighting with Han Wenyue and the rest earlier. At this moment, he had his hands behind his back, and his green daoist robe was fluttering in the night wind. His head was slightly tilted upwards, as if he was admiring the moonlight. After a long while, he let out a long sigh, "Come out, you're sneaky."

Behind him, without any forewarning, appeared two people wearing black robes. The hood was pressed very low, making it impossible to see their faces clearly. Both of their hands were in their sleeves, and the hem of their robes were very long. One of them took a step forward and said in an impure Chinese, "Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Yuan Mingyuan."

Yuan Qiong smiled, "Since when have I felt uncomfortable listening to your weird Chinese? Also, have you all never dared to reveal your true colors to others?" As he spoke, he slowly turned around.

The person who spoke earlier then said, "Please forgive us, Sir Yuan Mingyuan. This is our custom."

Yuan Qiong waved his hands, "It's just a moment of curiosity."

The man slightly bowed and continued, "Has the task been carried out smoothly, Mr. Yuan Mingyuan?"

Yuan Qiong frowned as he slowly shook his head.

That person did not delay this topic and asked, "Then do you need us to continue waiting here, or do you want us to send you back?"

"Go back." Yuan Qiong's hands were once again clasped behind his back, his tone somewhat despondent.

"Please wait, Sir Yuan Mingyuan." As the man finished speaking, he took a step back and turned around. The other man in the robes also turned around and faced him, creating a distance of over four meters between them. Both of them raised their hands and danced in front of each other, chanting something that Yuan Qiong was unable to understand no matter what.

In the sand between the two of them, there was a magic array glowing with a green light. The pentagram in the array slowly revolved, and as the two chanted, the green light became stronger and stronger. Only when the green light reached the height of a person did the two stop chanting. The person who had spoken to Yuan Qiong just now put his hands back into his sleeves, turned around and said, "Mr. Yuan Mingyuan, you can go now."

Yuan Qiong's eyebrows shot up as he laughed, "Evil spirits indeed." He stepped into the center of the magical formation.

The pentagram spun faster and faster, and the green light gradually enveloped Yuan Qiong's entire body. After about 20 seconds, Yuan Qiong disappeared from the formation, and the magic array on the ground also dimmed down. Soon after, the two cloaked men suddenly disappeared as well, and a gust of night wind blew past.

Chinese Street, Los Angeles, M

The Fugui Restaurant was located in the middle section of Chinatown and was extremely well-decorated, but its business was very ordinary. It was said that the taste of the dishes was very famous in the local area, and the reason for the poor business was that many of the armed fights that had occurred in Chinatown were all related to this place. In the end, even the CIA had been involved in the investigation, but they could not even find out who was the owner of the restaurant. However, the background of this store was very complicated. The police of M Country could not grasp even the slightest bit of physical evidence, moreover, there were some politicians backing this shop up. Under the pressure of many parties, the police finally gave up on the investigation of this shop. However, even under such circumstances, the owner of the restaurant did not appear. Not a single employee of the restaurant resigned, and although there were only a handful of customers every day, the restaurant was still functioning normally.

At this moment, underneath this restaurant, there was a place that was completely different from the decorations on the ground. It was a room of about sixty square metres, and directly across from it was a fireplace, built entirely of brick and filled with firewood, but without fire, for it was summer, after all; the walls were lined with French windows, and there was a faint light coming through them, and it seemed that there was a passage beyond them; between the two windows stood a suit of medieval European knight's armor, dazzling with silver light; and from these furnishings one could tell that the owner of the room was very fond of European culture, and it was somewhat surprising to see such a scene under a Zenith restaurant.

In the middle of the room, there was a short chair. Beside it, there was a chair with a man with golden hair, looking very young, with short golden hair, high cheekbones, a straight nose, and thick lips. He was clearly a European beauty, but his cold blue eyes were hard to approach. He was dressed in a suit that looked like an aristocratic gown, but was as strange as an eighteenth-century uniform. He was staring at the red liquid running in his goblet.

Opposite him sat an Asian middle-aged man, his hair parted in a typical way. His eyes were narrowed into slits, and he had a red garlic nose. His mouth was smiling nonchalantly, and his face covered quite a bit of space among the middle-aged men in Asia. At the moment, he was fiddling with an exquisite coffee pot on the table with great interest.

There was a knock on the door. Although the sound was not loud, it was still very ear-piercing in this silent and sealed room. The golden-haired man frowned slightly and said in a flat, nearly electronic voice, "Come in."

The person who came in was dressed in a black suit with very wide shoulders, extremely short hair and a very tall and sturdy figure. The man who walked in was dressed in a black suit with very wide shoulders, extremely short hair and an extremely sturdy figure.

The red wine slowly rolled along with the tilt of the cup. The golden-haired man didn't even look at the big man as he answered with a grunt. The big man was still bowing, his shoulders trembling slightly.

The golden-haired man slowly took a sip of the liquor and then said, "Please, Sir Yuan Mingyuan, come here."

The burly man seemed to be relieved and replied, "Yes." Then he slowly stood up and took a step back.

Just as the big man turned to open the door, the blond man spoke again. "If the next time you knock is as loud as this, I can guarantee that you will report to Heaven in advance."

The big man trembled, then turned around and bowed again. "Please forgive me, Sir."

The golden-haired man grunted. Only then did he straighten his back and open the door gently, almost tiptoeing out of the room. He looked like a rabbit coming out of its hole to hunt for food.

As the door silently closed, the big man once again let out a sigh of relief. Wiping the sweat on his forehead, he quickly left. The corridor was covered with a thick carpet, so he wasn't worried about making too much noise. The blond man in the room was still in the same posture, as if none of this had happened.

"This door is really not bad, there's no sound when I open or close the door. Ah, speaking of it, that door in my house creaks. No matter how I refuel, it still doesn't seem to be of any use." The silence in the room was finally broken by the middle-aged man. These words were clearly meant for the golden-haired man, and seeing that he had no reaction, the middle-aged man was not angry. He got up and walked over to the armor by the window, chuckling. If I'm not mistaken, this should be the armor that Baron Pavel of Austria used in the sixteenth century. Heavens! It was preserved so well, and in a whole set at that! I once saw a replica in the British Museum, hehe! "

The golden-haired man finally responded, seemingly surprised by the other's knowledge. However, his expression remained the same, his eyes as calm as the surface of a calm lake. He tilted his head slightly, glancing at the middle-aged man and gave a cold grunt.

The middle-aged man withdrew his gaze from the armor and turned around. He smiled as he sat down on a chair opposite the golden-haired man. He had just opened his mouth when he was interrupted by the golden-haired man's wave of his hand.

"I don't have a good impression of the Neon people, so don't talk so much nonsense. I'm worried that I won't be able to control myself and break your neck." The blond man was still staring at the cup in his hand, but his words were unquestionable.

The middle-aged man didn't get angry. He shrugged his shoulders and said, "In that case, I believe you can summon me here. Is there anything I can help you with?"

The golden-haired man finally placed the wine cup on the table and said coldly, "Sir Yuan Mingyuan will be coming later. Your duty is to receive him."

"Please forgive me, sir. Our current status is equal. Using the word 'task' doesn't seem appropriate, right?" The middle-aged man placed his hands behind his head and leisurely leaned against the back of the chair.

The golden-haired man suddenly sat up straight and stared at the middle-aged man. The atmosphere in the room became tense.

At this moment, the door was pushed open. A person rushed in front of the middle-aged man like a gust of wind, grabbed his collar and pulled him up from the chair. He was a sturdy young man. His facial features were similar to the blond man's, except that his eyebrows were slightly raised and he looked a bit more sturdy. Furthermore, he was much stronger than the blond man in terms of physique. He also had short golden hair and was dressed in a decadent manner, very much like a gangster on the streets of M Country.

"Chi Tian, you son of a bitch! "You are just a third-rate spy sent by the government of Neon to Z a few decades ago. What qualifications do you have to sit here?" The young man's nose was almost touching his face. "You're no different from a pile of dog shit, do you understand?"

As he was being held by a young man who was a head taller than him, he was standing on tiptoe. Even so, it was hard to tell that he was nervous, so he chuckled and said, "Oh, it's Sir Loke. I'm very happy to see you, but I really can't understand how you two are of such esteemed status. Do you need a pile of dog poop to serve you?"

The young man named Roarke started, and then his face filled with anger, and he raised his fist. Judging by the size of the fist alone, it was believed that when it fell, his round face would become irregular.

"Stop." The golden-haired man growled.

Loke looked at the golden-haired man, his expression filled with dissatisfaction. "Big brother, this lowly bastard …"

The blond man waved his hand. Roarke looked scared of him. With a cold snort, he pushed Ida back into his chair.

Chi Tian smiled as he arranged his tie.

The golden-haired man stared at Chi Tian and said word by word, "Listen carefully. The higher-ups told me that you can't be slow. You know my personality. If there's something wrong with this matter, I'm afraid I won't be the only one who gets angry."

Chi Tian's smile froze for a second, though it was only for a split-second. "It's my honor to be of service to you."

Cooperation between interests makes it easy for the two sides to "turn the enemy into a friend". Although this kind of cooperation is usually short-lived, it is undoubtedly tacit agreement in a short period of time.

As soon as Chi Tian finished his sentence, there was another knock on the door. The blond man looked at him and stood up at the same time. Locke went to the door and opened it.

The man with great care appeared again in front of the door. Bowing, he said, "Your Excellency, Your Excellency Yuan Mingyuan has arrived."

The golden-haired man said, "En, please enter, Your Excellency Yuan Mingyuan."

"Yes." The big man replied as he waved his hand. Then, a man walked in. His sleeves were fluttering in the wind, and he had the demeanor of a transcendent being. He was none other than Yuan Qiong.

Chi Tian reacted quickly and took a step forward. With a bright smile like a pile of flowers, he said, "Mr. Yuan Mingyuan, it's a pleasure to meet you again."

Yuan Qiong's eyebrows shot up, "I'm just an old man, why would you be so happy to see me?"

Chi Tian chuckled, and held Yuan Qiong's hand while shaking it, "Every time I see you, I'm reminded of the legendary deities of Z Nation. As long as I see you, it's called... That's refreshing, isn't it? "Haha!"

Yuan Qiong was also delighted. Even though the person before him had an unremarkable appearance and a vulgar manner of speech, he didn't attract anyone's attention. From the looks of it, he didn't seem to be scheming at all. Thinking of this, she let him hold her hand and shake it, asking, "Where are you from?"

Chi Tian waved his left hand and waited for Yuan Qiong to sit down before replying, "My hometown is in an island nation to the east of Z Country. It's a beautiful country with a sunrise. It's called Neon Country."

"The Neon Kingdom? I've never heard of it. "

Chi Tian felt slightly unhappy in his heart. However, looking at the contemplative expression on Yuan Qiong's face, he wasn't sure whether what he said was true or false. It was the second time he saw this man. He was not used to him not speaking a word the first time they met, and he was wearing a weird ancient outfit. However, he was sure that this man was from a powerful family.

Wait, an ancient costume? Could it be …? An absurd thought flashed across his mind. Chi Tian hurriedly added, "It was also called the East Ocean, or Fu Sang."

"Oh!" Yuan Qiong revealed an expression of sudden enlightenment, "It's that small country that studies Central Plains' culture. I heard that your people haven't developed yet and depend on eating raw fish and crabs to survive, is that true?"

Chi Tian was stunned. Beside him, Loke had already laughed out loud. Even the golden-haired man's lips curled up slightly.

Chi Tian cursed in his heart but his expression remained unchanged. He changed the topic with a smile: "I wonder if your trip is going smoothly, Mr. Yuan?"

Yuan Qiong frowned and sighed, "It's rare to meet a kid with good aptitude who isn't willing to take me as his master. This old man has been awe-inspiring for half a lifetime, but the only regret is that I'm not a proud disciple.

This time, not only was Chi Tian smiling, but he was also overjoyed. "Although these words are a bit mindless, even a fool can hear that this country bumpkin has hit a nail. In their own words, he deserves it." Just as Chi Tian was feeling happy, the cold voice of the blond man suddenly came into his ears, "Sir Yuan Mingyuan, your mission this time is to kill people and not to take in disciples. I want to verify how your mission is progressing."

Yuan Qiong was stunned. Why did this person speak Mandarin so awkwardly? Then he raised an eyebrow, "How is it? This old man has always been alone. Who are you? "You dare to interrogate this old man?"

Chi Tian's heart tightened. He knew the blond man's personality too well. He was conceited and arrogant. Yuan Mingyuan was clearly a stubborn person. If the two of them clashed, the higher-ups would probably blame him for it. He opened his mouth to speak, but then the blond man spoke again.

"The mission of the Tower of Sleep is very important. If you are not qualified, I will apply for someone else to complete it." The blond man's face remained cold as he spoke, as if he didn't care about the man's feelings at all.

"You see, I told you? "This is something that I should have done anyway. Killing people, I …" As soon as Roarke opened his mouth to speak, the blond man swept him a cold glance. The rest of his words were probably only heard by Roarke himself.

Chi Tian's heart tightened. Although these two people didn't say it explicitly, everyone could tell they were accusing Yuan Mingyuan of doing something bad.

Strangely, Yuan Qiong didn't get angry this time. "Oh?!" Alright, since this old man is going to roam about now, feel free to do so. " As he spoke, he stood up.

"I'm sorry, Sir Yuan Mingyuan. It's best for you to stay here until I report to the higher ups." Just as the golden-haired man finished speaking, Loke, who was standing beside him, took a step forward to stand in front of Yuan Qiong.