"Uh, have you seen this person in the photo?"

A blond girl who looked seventeen or eighteen years old stood on the street holding a small white umbrella and holding a photo. Adrian stopped and looked at his watch habitually. But the next moment he realized that he was not in a hurry now...

It would be better to say that you have no idea what you are going to do.

The blonde girl looks a little malnourished and thin, with a light freckle on her face, which also destroys the beauty brought by her original elegant and beautiful face. The most eye-catching thing is that her eyes are rare light golden.

The thin girl lifted the photo in her hand hard to Adrian. On it was a bright girl with waist-length black curly hair who looked to be trimming her gear. Shorts, short-sleeved shirts, various weapons tied with belts on her arms, waist, and slender thighs made her look like a cheetah-like sense of danger. At the moment of taking the photo, she was turning her head, revealing most of her side face, and a cunning smile on her face.

"..." Adrian thought for a while, and always felt that the girl in the photo looked familiar, and that she was the one she had come into contact with recently. But his memory has always been chaotic. Even if he had seen similar people, he might have been mixed with thousands of memories.

“Are there any further characteristics?”

The freckled girl thought about it:

"The chest is big, the waist is very thin, and the butt is very upturned. Then... I always like to play with people... I am very cold to men and like to sarcastic. But I am very gentle to girls... Maybe I will also be sarcastic at the beginning, but I am still very gentle to girls. Uh. Also, I have good martial arts skills? I am very stubborn in doing things, and I like to rush around... I have a lot of messy tattoos on my body!"

Adrian always felt that his sense of innocence had increased rapidly, but after searching his memory, he still couldn't imagine anyone meeting such conditions.

"I'm sorry, I haven't seen it."

He shook his head regretfully, secretly guessing what the freckles had to do with the girl in the photo.

"So...thank you for your help." The freckled girl stuffed the photo back into her traveling vest's chest pocket in frustration, but the guy didn't leave quickly. Instead, it seemed like he smelled something on Adrian, "Well, sir, do you have any worries?"

Even a person whose memory is so chaotic that he cannot think normally, he will feel instinctively alert when facing this tone that is similar to a pyramid scheme. Adrian concentrates his mind and does not surprisingly see the triangle badge on the other party's vest, with the pattern of an eye on it.

“…O man from the Holy Heaven.”

"Yes!"

Holy Paradise... Adrian casually searched for information in the chaotic memories. The hot new personality, like a block of iron, had temporarily sunk into the bottom of the lake of heart. He was exhausted and completely lost the meaning of his existence. Even the simplest search for memories, he felt a little sleepy.

The Holy Paradise is also the most famous religious maniac among all-inclusive adventurers... No. It is a bit too much to say that. This group of guys with a halo on their heads did not inherit the exclusiveness of the primitive religion. It is better to say that they are pacifists running around and doing good deeds everywhere. Any adventurer who is not a bad record can ask for their help if he meets members of the Holy Paradise.

If it weren't for the fact that a ten-star god and demon presided over this adventurer group, such a naive group would have been destroyed by the unpredictable universe. However, after more than ten years of history, this group called the Holy Paradise has become one of the largest gathering places for adventurers of the Holy faction. The golden-level powerhouses alone have as many as seven people called the "Seven Angels". Although this number is still quite different from the top five trade unions, their purpose of trying to peacefully evolve the world is well known.

"Then, cute lady..." Adrian stretched out his cold right hand, rudely stroked the other party's smooth and delicate jaw, stared at the light golden pupils with his emerald-like eyes, and the gorgeous lip gloss was like blood stained with lips in the rainstorm. "Can a person who has destroyed thousands of lives be saved?"

"……sure."

The thin freckled girl was not confused by his gorgeous appearance. Their faces had already reached a distance of twenty centimeters, but Adrian could hear them, and her heartbeat rhythm was not changed. The light flowed in her golden eyes, and the man saw the brilliant heaven and endless holy light in an instant.

"As long as you see the light, you will be able to be saved."

Adrian let go of his right hand aside and threw his umbrella on the ground. The rough rain wet his hair in an instant, blurring his dark eyeshadow and blood-red lip gloss. The exquisite makeup and carefully carved hair have now turned into wet messy hair and blood-shot marks.

"Can you get redemption after seeing the light..."

Adrian strode away in the rain, behind him, the freckled girl shouted at him in the rain:

"And, the Lord said: Do not drink alcohol because of pain and sorrow!"

After walking a street corner, Adrian remembered not asking the name of the freckled girl, but...whether it matters if she knew her name? He turned around and looked at it. The girl was still holding a small white umbrella, holding the photo tenaciously, asking few passers-by in this dim city.

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At the bottom of Jinmao Building, Old Man Zhao had been standing for almost twenty minutes. For people of his age, he had already consumed a lot of physical strength. The last person was left behind the black suit bodyguard standing beside him. The rest of the personnel had all attacked Jinmao Building.

The towering building was like a trap, and many wrinkles appeared uncontrollably on the old man's face.

[Old Zhao! You should withdraw! Let's go! Zhang Weixin is not three heads and six arms, we can fill him with our lives!]

"Stop making trouble!" Old Man Zhao's black hair, which was originally well-maintained, turned white little by little from the root of the hair. "If you can't even me, you juniors are just giving snacks and being slaughtered!"

With another heavy rain-like gunshot from the building, the old man in black suddenly choked and coughed. When he let go of his handkerchief, it was covered with red blood.

"Well... there is always Lu Bu. As long as Lu Bu's soul is immortal, I will not be backfired too much..." A green light flashed in the old man's eyes, and in an instant, the "spiritual world scene" around him was confirmed.

Around him, seventy or eighty gloomy figures stood densely, surrounding him in the center. At first glance, it seemed like they were protecting him, but all the ghosts and souls stared at the hunched old man with colder eyes than Bing. Most of these ghosts were dressed in ancient warriors, and they were holding broken weapons in their hands...

"Hey... I'm not dying so soon. Please wait..."

Just as he said this, Zhang Weixin met the corpse puppet again at a straight line distance of 300 meters.

"Tsk... have you learned to form a team... It's really amazing." Zhang Weixin, who had two guns in his hands, wiped away the cold sweat from his forehead, curled up behind a pillar, and an iron arrow was inserted into his ear, piercing nearly twenty centimeters into the wall.

After several corpse puppets were hunted by him, the remaining corpse troops quickly gathered into a loose front and searched one by one with a large-scale advancement. These corpse puppets seemed to be able to smell the breath of living people. In Zhang Weixin's communication channel, the members who remained in the building were constantly slaughtered... After all, most of the members were mediocre black iron-level adventurers who were equipped with excellent guns and did not even discover their own newcomer gift packages. Faced with these three-star standard corpse ghouls, they had no ability to resist head-on.

More than 20 corpse puppets surrounded and blocked them. They gradually locked Zhang Weixin, who was deeply involved in the enemy's formation, in the center of a first-floor office building. When the encirclement gradually tightened, Zhang Weixin's ability only wanted to smile bitterly.

After all, it was just to compete for that fragment... Another scream, Zhang Weixin felt bitter in his mouth. He curled up in this world. After all, they were people who didn't want to continue taking risks.

In this world of Cthulhu mythology, there is a ritual of "leaving away from the identity of adventurer"! As long as you perform that simple ritual, you can destroy your character cards and retain your abilities... at the level of the Black Iron level.

People who are afraid of adventure, those who are unable to continue walking, and a few, tired of adventure, will come to this remote base world and perform that magic ceremony, and completely turn into the natives who survive in this world. And these people who have retained the most basic abilities will gather in this world under the three major gangs and begin to fight against each other for power...

Wish...hey, if I gather these fragments, the wish I want to make is to completely expel the evil gods on this planet, give up the scum of the world's domination to us, and give up the identities of adventurers.

Zhang Weixin counted silently in his heart. When he counted eleven seconds, he turned around and rushed.

He entered the bullet time brought by the "Secret of Gun God". Perhaps it was not because of fate, but because of the pinnacle gun technique, his spirit entered a brief acceleration tense. When he held the pistol, Zhang Weixin could feel his five senses expanding tenfold, and all information flowed into his brain as clearly as if he had opened the seventh sense...

The two guns opened fire. In the flames at the muzzle, angry bullets were spinning and shooting towards the group of corpse puppets. Seven, seven on the front.

The bullet quickly destroyed the other party's body.

One fell down.

As expected, Zhang Weixin pointed his muzzle smoothly at the next corpse puppet. The corpse puppet threw out a short axe and cut it towards his neck.

The bullet collided with the ancient hand axe, slightly off track, and then the second and third rounds... The miraculous bullet is worthy of the "Secret of the Gun God" he has trained through hundreds of battles. The hand axe flew into the sky, collided with the ceiling, and then fell back to the ground. The sharp blade was pointed down and inserted into the skull of the corpse puppet.

two.

Then there is the third one.

The magazine was empty, and Zhang Weixin rolled behind another pillar and quickly changed the bullet.

There are not many bullets.

Then he heard a young voice shouting excitedly:

"Nan Dou Honghe fist---! I'll fight and fight and fight and fight and fight and fight and fight and fight and fight and fight and fight and fight and fight and fight and fight and fight and fight and fight and fight and fight and fight and fight and fight and fight and fight and fight and fight and fight and fight and fight and fight and fight and fight and fight and fight and fight and fight and fight and fight and fight and fight and fight and fight and fight and fight and fight and fight and fight and fight and fight and fight and fight and fight and fight and fight and fight and

Where did you come from stupid? Zhang Weixin’s first reaction was like this.
Chapter completed!