tread…

tread……

One footprint after another was left in the sea of ​​sand, and the yellow sand soon covered the last footprint.

In the strong wind, the drifting long black hair danced wildly in the wind.

A pair of canine ears trembled slightly in the wind above the black hair.

Her cold eyes stared ahead as she moved step by step.

Slowly, in the yellow sand, only the slender figure with a tail appeared.

In a distant land, people call the fox-eared Xiren the god of death, who controls life and death. Every time they kill a person, they separate their soul from their body and weigh it with their feathers.

If the soul is noble and lighter than a feather, it will ascend to heaven.

If the soul is turbid and heavier than a feather, it will be exiled to hell.

The girl walked for a while and then stopped.

He said to the fierce wind: "I, kill, name."

Hu Xiren has never liked to talk, and even when he speaks, his words are only a few syllables.

The wind was blowing violently, and a figure slowly appeared.

"I want to kill a traitor, Astraea."

After saying this, something flew towards her. The girl reached out and caught it. It was a bone.

To be precise, it was a finger bone emitting green light.

"This is your reward. It will grant you unparalleled precision and a sharpness strong enough to sever souls. Kill him for me."

The figure disappeared into the strong wind after he finished speaking, and after a few seconds, the wind died down.

On the top of the sand dune, the girl silently looked at the finger bones in her hand, cut off her finger without hesitation, and placed the finger bones on her palm.

The bones soon grew flesh and blood, and the girl's eyes became even colder.

She silently memorized the name.

Astraea.

Then he closed his eyes, sniffed, chose a direction and rushed away.

…

The city-state is the carrier of the beginning of civilization.

The city lord, Bond I, sat in the city's palace, quietly listening to the officials beside him reporting what was happening in the city.

Bond I is a man called a god by this city-state.

He has two horns on his head and a pair of golden vertical pupils.

Tall and very attractive.

He often shows his upper body naked, and is surrounded by countless followers.

His image was also imitated by the men in the city-state, and almost all men showed off their physical strength.

Bond I listened to the official's report and simply recorded the questions on the slate in front of him.

Yes, he carved words into the slate with his finger.

He possesses infinite power, and anything he touches can be easily turned into dust as long as he wants.

Just at this moment, his vertical pupils looked towards the palace entrance.

"You guys go out first."

"But sir, there are still many issues that have not been reported."

Bond said nothing, but scared everyone away with just a dignified glance.

"As you command, Lord Bond."

With that, everyone left.

The palace gradually became quiet, quieter and quieter.

The quiet lime fell to the ground and made a rustling sound when blown by the wind.

Bond closed his eyes and waited quietly.

Suddenly, he pinched the air with his fingers!

With a clang,

The sound of the sword is accompanied by the trembling of the blade.

A cold light accompanied by murderous eyes!

Bond closed his eyes. The other party said nothing, but every force between his fingers expressed one thing.

This is to kill me.

Bond shook his head, still without opening his eyes, and said, "I didn't see your appearance. Now leave me and pretend nothing happened."

The only response he got was the blade's continued force.

It seems that this man is not going to leave unless he kills me.

Bond opened his eyes helplessly and looked at her.

It was a melon-shaped face that couldn't be colder, and it looked very delicate.

"Who asked you to come?"

The girl shook her head, but the strength in her hands did not decrease at all.

"If you don't tell me, I still don't know."

Bond felt the power between his fingers, frowned slightly, and there was a click.

The knife broke right in the middle.

The tip of the knife fell to the ground.

The girl looked at the tip of the knife on the ground, threw the knife away, knelt in front of Bond, raised her head and continued to look at Bond with cold eyes.

"Kill me."

Bond shook his head. "Why?"

The girl said coldly, "Rules."

Bond sighed helplessly, "It must be that guy Aristotle."

The girl knelt there without saying a word.

But Bond knew that no one except that guy wanted to kill him so much.

The Fox Xiren in front of him was probably also a member of a killer organization.

"It's not right to let you go. You will definitely come back to kill me. Killing you would be a pity. You are still so young. It's not easy for the Fox Xi people to reproduce."

He muttered to himself, pinching his lower brow and frowning.

"What did he pay you?"

The girl looked at her finger.

"Knuckle bones, huh?"

Bond bent down, picked up the knife from the ground, and immediately chopped it down on his left arm.

Then he pulled out a piece of hand bone that was glowing green and handed it over.

"Take it."

After saying that, he took his hand back as if nothing had happened.

The girl took the hand bone and looked up at Bond. "Who to kill?"

"Don't kill anyone, just go."

The girl was stunned for a moment. No one had ever paid her without asking her to kill someone.

She stared at the bone in her hand and was finally willing to speak.

"The rules are, a favor must be repaid."

Bond stroked his chin and nodded, "I understand. I'm short of a personal guard."

"clear."

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