"Now, do you have anything else to say?" Lin Qiye narrowed his eyes and looked at Yuzai, speaking slowly.

"What... is that?" Prison Disaster, whose life force was imprisoned, couldn't help but ask, "That is definitely not the breath that a human can emit... Is it some kind of artifact?"

"It's not a divine weapon. It's just an ordinary chopstick. It just contains someone's power."

Lin Qiye walked up to Yu Zai, placed the half-broken wooden chopstick across his body, and said calmly:

“Who said there is an end to human existence?

Who says humans are destined to be unable to defeat God?

I have personally witnessed a man break that ceiling, grasp the law in his hands, slay the gods with his sword, and find a way out for mankind...

This wooden chopstick comes from him."

Holding the law in hand, slaying the gods with the sword...

Prison Disaster muttered to himself.

A glimmer appeared in his eyes.

Do such people really exist? Is it really possible for humans to kill gods?

"Who is he? What's his name?" Yuzai raised his head and looked at Lin Qiye with longing in his eyes.

Lin Qiye paused for a moment and slowly said, "The Great Xia Red Dust Sword Immortal, Zhou Ping."

"Zhou Ping..."

Yuzai repeated the name over and over again, and sighed, "How great it would be if I could see that scene with my own eyes..."

He shook his head and looked up at Lin Qiye, his eyes calming down. "Let's destroy this cage. Although I didn't get to see him slash the gods with his sword, I have no regrets for seeing him slash the thunder beast with his sword.

I never expected that the thing I had been pursuing all my life but could not touch, I would actually see it with my own eyes before I died..."

Prison Disaster laughed at himself.

Lin Qiye reached out his hand, grasped a black cage fence on Yuzai's body, and said lightly: "Farewell, Oracle."

clang——!

The cage inserted in Yuzai's body was pulled out by Lin Qiye himself. The vitality that was forcibly retained in his body quickly dissipated the moment the cage was destroyed.

The light in Yuzai's eyes faded, his head lowered, facing the place where the sword mark was, half-kneeling in the ruins, completely losing his life.

Like a devout seeker, he knelt down on the wrong path and bowed his head in repentance.

He is dead.

Lin Qiye looked at Yu Zai, who was half-kneeling on the ground and had lost his life, with a complicated expression, then turned and walked towards the city.

His figure disappeared in the dust.

Tokyo is in ruins.

…

Half a day later.

Hokkaido.

Leisure club.

Baili Pangpang sat on the leather sofa, holding a glass of champagne in his right hand and shaking it gently. The spherical ice cubes hit the wall of the glass, making a tinkling sound.

He took a sip and smacked his lips:

"I haven't had such good wine in a long time... You are worthy of being my cool brother, you can get along well wherever you go!"

Baili Pangpang held the champagne, walked to sit next to Shen Qingzhu, leaned close to his ear and asked, "Brother Zhua, do you have...flower girls here? I haven't seen any yet. How about you ask a few of them to come up and play with us for a while?"

Shen Qingzhu glanced at him and thought seriously for a moment, "There are no flower girls, but there are many male models. Do you need me to call a few to accompany you?"

"...Forget it, I'm not interested in men." Fatty Baili shrugged, "But you can ask Sister Lan if she needs..."

Baili Pangpang winked at Galan who was standing beside him.

Jia Lan was stunned, as if he remembered something, and pouted slightly, saying sourly:

"Male model? He might as well be called a gigolo... I heard that someone has become a rising star in the Japanese gigolo world. The girls he has accompanied can travel around Tokyo. Every night, there are a lot of rich women willing to spend all their money on him."

"A new star in the gigolo world?" Baili Pangpang was bewildered. "Who is it?"

"Anyway, it wasn't me. I was locked up in the Pure Land for two years." Cao Yuan was the first to deny it.

"It's not me, I've always been with Jiang Er." An Qingyu said afterwards.

The air suddenly fell silent.

Everyone's eyes turned to Shen Qingzhu.

Shen Qingzhu was silent for a long time. "Don't look at it. It's not me. I'm the leader of the Black Killing Group. How could I be a gigolo?"

None of these people are, so the only one left is...

"Qi Ye? Where is Qi Ye?" Baili Pangpang widened his eyes.

"He said he wanted to go with his colleagues to pay tribute to the deceased."

"Colleagues? Where did he get his colleagues?"

Shen Qingzhu thought about it, rummaged in his arms for a moment, and took out a crumpled flyer. It should have been left behind several months ago. The paper was very thin and felt cheap.

Shen Qingzhu placed the flyer on the table and smoothed it out. At the top of the flyer were written the six words "Black Wutong Club" in blue-purple strokes. Right below the words stood four men.

The two men in the middle took up nearly half of the flyer. The one on the left wore a blue-gray floral bathrobe. Under the loose collar, his well-proportioned collarbones showed off his perfect body lines. He was slender yet powerful, with a handsome face and eyes as cold and deep as a long knife in the rain.

The man on the right was wearing a black and red floral bathrobe and holding a red umbrella. Under his messy and casual black hair, his handsome face was staring indifferently ahead, looking down on everyone with pride like a king.

"hiss!!!"

The moment they saw this face, everyone present, except Shen Qingzhu, gasped!

Shen Qingzhu was not surprised by this. After all, he had been to Hei Wutong many times in person. He was even fortunate enough to receive the "joint service" of the two people listed on the flyer in the small room of the Black Killing Group.

"This is Qiye!?" Baili Pangpang said in disbelief, "He, he...he really ran away to be a gigolo?"

Cao Yuan stared at the photo of Lin Qiye on the flyer and couldn't help swallowing.

"Don't mention it... this outfit is quite nice."

"Bring it back and make a copy for me later." An Qingyu said seriously, "I want to frame it."

Jia Lan stared at the extremely handsome figure on the flyer. Upon hearing these words, he stood up, snatched the flyer and hugged it in his arms, shook his head firmly and said:

"No! Only I can keep this thing!"

"Sister Lan, don't be so stingy!" Baili Pangpang stood up with a smile, "Of course, this kind of thing should be shared by everyone."

"Yes, show it to us again, we haven't finished watching it yet..."

After everyone's strong persuasion, Galan reluctantly put the flyer back on the table.

On the flyer, in addition to the two gigolos in the center, there is a handsome guy with blond hair and wearing a white and yellow floral yukata, who is standing behind the two men with a smile on his face.

“This is quite handsome. However, it’s still a little bit inferior to Qiye and the other person.” Baili Pangpang began to taste it seriously.

Suddenly, he seemed to have discovered something.

He stretched out his hand and pointed at the top of the three people, the middle-aged man who was hugging the three people with open arms and a smile, and asked doubtfully: "Where is this uncle? Who is he? Is he also a gigolo?"

"yes."

This time, it was An Qingyu who spoke.

He was silent for a moment, then added, "This is Japan's number one gigolo, Kyousuke."

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