At the corner, in a shop almost on the edge of the street, there was a young man sitting, his figure looking extremely thin under the dim candlelight. He was wearing black gloves, holding a book that looked ancient and heavy, and lowered his head slightly and reading it seriously.

"Shopkeeper, come twenty skewers of lamb skewers, twenty skewers of waist flowers, twenty skewers of braised eggs, twenty skewers of beef tongue..."

The yellowed pages were gently lifted up by the vague murderous aura. His fingers that wanted to turn the page suddenly stopped, closed the book in his hand, and placed it aside, then raised his eyes to look at the person in front of him who seemed to be at ease and fearless.

"Don't be fine, No. 9." The young man stretched out his body slightly. He narrowed his eyes, looking up and down with unidentified sarcasm.

"I didn't expect to meet you here, No. 3."

They seemed to be old friends, but their tone was full of tension.

The shopkeeper brought up the delicious skewers, and Yingmeng picked up the plate in an almost elegant manner. "Why do you need to do it in advance?"

No. 3 looked at the street behind Yingmeng intentionally or unintentionally, where there were people gathered in three or three. "The little guy who followed you looked cute."

"She is Han's family." Ying Meng looked sideways and looked at the skewers on the table. "She doesn't belong to me, and it has nothing to do with what you care about."

"Is that true?" No. 3's pupil turned into a thin slit at some point, and he curled up the corners of his lips and spoke. "Your attitude is really interesting." His fingertips moved slightly.

The fire candle suddenly faded. The long dagger seemed to be standing in front of No. 3's face, blocking the long sword that Ying Meng slashed down. The moment the weapons collided, sparks burst out.

No. 3 raised his foot and stepped onto the table, jumped up quietly and attacked from above. Ying Meng bent down, rolled aside to avoid the attack, and quickly hid into the darkness. Only a jade pendant was left on the seat just now.

Ying Meng frowned and picked up the sword in her hand. In terms of strength and skills, she could not compare to the products of high-intensity training. This fight was more of a test. Although they were no longer top-notch here and naturally would not kill people at will, the time for the other party to attack happened to be in the store. Who believes it? The store was empty at this time and no one came, if he wanted to kill him...

If you continue to fight, the more strength you leak from both sides will do more harm than good to her.

She slowly stood up with her body lighter. The other party was very powerful, but she was not easy to kill. She knew that training in that place was meaningless to hide for No. 3.

It is also unknown when someone comes, and it is not her style to sit and wait for death. Shadow Dream lurks in the dark and waits for the best opportunity to start.

The two of them were silently confronting each other in the darkness.

In the flash of lightning, the shadow dream is like an arrow leaving the string. It is simply ruthless when taking action. No. 3 was prepared for it.

The two of them passed a few moves.

"Clang." It was the sound of the metal objects when they landed on the ground, and the jingling was kicked away a little further.

The third hand held Yingmeng's right wrist and pressed it against her waist. A sharp pain came from her wrist, but Yingmeng turned around and used the force to pull the distance.

After a silence, the long sword that forged a fine pattern shook out a cold light, and then with a clang, it was thrown next to the long dagger not far away.

The sound of running in a hurry came from nearby.

The store has restored its light.

No. 3 stood up slightly, frowned, and reached out to touch the sword wound on his back.

Yingmeng sat on the table with scarlet blood beads dripping along her shoulders onto the skewers.

No. 3 glanced at the lazy and lazy evil spirit on Shadowmeng's face and sneered. "I've become stronger. It's worthy of being a unique variable." He returned to his seat and was elegant and calm, with a coin on his hand with distinct joints. "I'm too young and too impulsive."

"Judge me?" Under Ying Meng's long eyelashes, her deep shimmering phoenix eyes surged with unknown emotions. "Please."

“Front or reverse?”

"Fate the front, die the back, do you think I will put my life on my luck?"

The answer to her was the sound of the coin falling.

"You are very lucky." When No. 3 spoke, the ink-colored hair cast a shadow, covering the sharp eyes. But even without those unfathomable eyes, only one side face had an aggressive edge, without any restraint. The tone of his speech seemed to have a sigh. I wonder what he was sighing?

Yingmeng was a little loose, but there was a bit of cold danger in his eyes. He only tried once. "You are the first person to say that."

No. 3's fingertips were lit casually on the table. The candle was burning gently in front of his eyes. The fire fell into his pupils, but the deep pupils could not be lit. "Great, a substitute among a pile of waste."

"Substitute? Waste?" Yingmeng narrowed her eyes and leaned back lazily. Her eyes looked inexplicably and she thought for a moment. When she spoke again, she returned to her carelessness. "If the authentic product has never existed, wouldn't it be the authentic product?"

"There is no cause for nothing." There is a hint of sarcasm in the cold voice of No. 3.

Yingmeng picked up a skewer of barbecue casually and waved it. It was interesting, so does the authentic product exist? Then their power has not been found yet. Is it because the time has not come? Or is it because they cannot reach their hands, such as here.

"The person closest to the truth!" Yingmeng pulled the corner of her mouth and smiled softly. "Can you tell me whether the prophecy is a political means, a religion, or a legend?"

"All of them are not." No. 3's eyes were as light as snow. "At first it was pure, but later... it was just a human method of using it."

Yingmeng's movements were completely stopped. For a moment, she felt her talent lose control again, straightening her endless darkness. But unlike usual, there were countless different lines, and this time there was only one picture.

The vast world, the deep night, and the distant stars. But in that vast scenery, it is just a foil for a person. A girl and her back are very familiar with her. She is standing there, looking at the sky from afar. The sky is very interesting, mysterious, and dangerous.

The girl's back was cold and lonely.

Yingmeng didn't have time to savor. She didn't think about savoring it carefully, but just thought it was a hint of No. 3. She pulled her mind back, lowered her eyes quietly, and restrained all emotions.

No. 3 knows something.

After weighing it, Yingmeng slowly spoke. "What is your purpose?"

"I just don't like it very much. I'm obviously a victim, but I live a little freely."

Yingmeng chuckled, her expression became serious, and she said in a cold and serious tone: "Please."

"The scriptures of the Ghost Training Camp, "Prophecy." No. 3 opened the book, threw a coin, as if he was deciding the page number. He moved his fingertips slightly, and the subtle sound of the paper turning was so clear.

"The cycle of history. The moon has its phases and waxing, the prosperity and decay of the times are just the development of heaven and earth, and the necessity of time. After destruction, will it be a deeper abyss or endless glory, and it has its own fixed number. But people don't like the unknown, so there is a prophecy. The prophecy of heaven and earth. The mystery created by the world is light, order, and will overturn the abyss to create light. But people don't like waiting and create variables. They are created by humans just to advance the variables of historical reincarnation in the end, not perfection, disorder, and chaos."

Yingmeng shrugged indifferently, putting her fingers on her legs casually, but who knew there was a sharp dagger under the robe.

Ying Meng was skeptical about No. 3's words, but she would not ask too much, because she would not get an answer after asking, and it just increased her doubts.

Ghost Training Camp: There is only a difference between believing and not believing in lies and truths, because there is no way to judge.

If you are curious, you might have entered the designed trap. Isn’t the hints of the genius training camp all proceeding step by step?

"Then thank you for the information from the opponent. Since you know it is the gap between waste and substitutes, do you still have to work hard? Are you planning to follow your fate? Or have a gamble and get rid of it?"

"Get rid of it?" No. 3 sneered slightly. "The method is different. No matter how perfect a person is, he can't calculate every detail. He generally follows the settings, but the details are different, and there may be a different ending. No. 9, as a variable, you don't know?"

"This is the same as throwing a coin, it is a matter of probability." Yingmeng smiled brightly at No. 3, and was very evil. "You who use coins to judge others, dare to use coins to judge yourself?"

"This probability is not worth my action." No. 3's tone was dull, and even his tone was in an upward tone, but for no reason made people feel that this words were as cold as the snow on a winter night. "Right, life and freedom are not paradoxes. If so, it would only be a failure to propose people."

"If the Shengyuan is not dead, it's hard for you to sit in that position." Ying Meng puts one leg on the chair, which looks casual and ostentatious, but in fact, this action can be attacked and defended by attacking. "I remember you have the rules that the heirs want to kill the power. Do you think that person will die before he sees his dream come true?"

"Of course not. Unless his death is the center of the chess game." No. 3 looked at Yingmeng with a very calm tone and said clearly. "I hope you will be satisfied with my gift after entering the valley tomorrow."

The two looked at each other quietly, and no one could see the undercurrents.

Yingmeng paused for a moment, seizing the danger on her body, leaving only simple and harmless, smiling cutely. "The shopkeeper's pack. He paid."
Chapter completed!