A deep footsteps gradually came from the deep alley.

The bottom of the black leather boots fell on the ground, and the muffled sound echoed throughout the empty alley, like a death knell for death.

One sound after another, neither hurry nor slow, neither early nor late.

The black clothes did not appear dim at all in the shadow of the alley, but instead felt a little shining. A faint light flowed in the void. As the steps advanced, some violent aura began to appear in the air.

The old wooden door at the end of the alley was half-closed, and there was no sound inside the door. The alley surrounded by the floors got rid of all the hustle and bustle of the city, and was particularly quiet, as quiet as a pool of stagnant water, and only blood flowers could ripples.

At this moment, a thin man appeared in the door with the sound of footsteps. Looking at the tall man who was walking towards him like a death-seeking sound, his eyes suddenly slashed, and he obviously recognized the identity of the person and knew the other party's intentions.

The man walked out of the door two steps wrong and stood in front of the door. His hands behind him completely closed the half-closed door without revealing a gap. He heard the sound of the lock falling.

When his hand was taken out from behind again, he had already grasped a shiny watermelon knife.

The watermelon knife is just an ordinary watermelon knife, just like the one I bought from the store. There is no trace of using it on it, and the handle of the knife is brand new. No cold light appears or reveals its sharpness. It is just an ordinary watermelon knife.

However, when the owner of the footsteps saw the watermelon knife, he paused and stopped in the center of the alley.

The dull footsteps stopped abruptly, and there was no sound of wind in the alley. The two of them faced each other from afar, and the sharp light met the smooth watermelon knife as smooth as a mirror. Flashes of fluctuations rippled in the air, and the space between them seemed to have been torn a gap.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Guan Shantong finally opened her mouth, and gently rubbed the leather boots on the ground twice, and the lightning on her body became more frequent and irritable.

The person who was skinny and holding a watermelon knife on the opposite side did not react. He just looked at Guan Shantong coldly. The watermelon knife in his hand tightened a little. He carefully observed Guan Shantong's movements. His eyes were sharp and he couldn't look directly. His originally silent body began to faintly burst out with terrifying momentum.

Feeling this momentum, Guan Shantong's face began to become more and more serious. If no one was wrong, the person in front of him who seemed to be dying soon should be named Ai Chong.

Of course, in the world, he has another more resounding title - Watermelon Taro.

It is rumored in the world that before Ai Chong became a killer, he was just a young boy from a melon farmer.

His father was a melon farmer, his grandfather was a melon farmer, and his great-grandfather was a melon farmer. His ancestors have been melon farmers for more than ten lives.

If nothing unexpected happens, he will be a successful melon farmer after he becomes an adult, and he will inherit the melon planting experience and technological means accumulated by his ancestors from generation to generation. He will likely become the most successful melon farmer in the entire Three Thousand Empire.

However, in Ai Chong's view, melon farmers are melon farmers after all, and they will never be the one who can't stand the table, facing the loess and facing the sky. Even if his watermelons are sold all over the country, even if his watermelons are sold to foreign territories, he is still just a melon farmers.

But, what else would he do besides planting melons?

Just like a hundred years old, she is only a few times stronger than ordinary people, except for things related to planting and selling melons, Ai Chong has no talent in other aspects. Her grades in school were not ideal, and she wanted to go out and make a fortune, but was sent home by the security team as a missing person.

When he grew up to the age of sixteen, the young Ai Chong finally began to recognize his position. He was unwilling to start the business of planting and selling melons with his father and grandfather.

According to the tradition of the Ai family, every offspring who is about to become an adult will undergo a trial.

Of course, trials are not real fights, nor are they allowing him to go out alone to explore the world, but giving him a piece of land, allowing him to plant a melon field with the most primitive means based on the knowledge he has learned, and then selling all the melons produced in this melon field.

If the income of this land reaches the average value of all melon fields, it means that the person who planted this melon field already has sufficient qualifications to inherit the family's industry and will not discredit the melon planting industry passed down by the ancestors.

Of course, Ai Chong also needed such a trial, so he got his own piece of land, his own seeds and start-up funds, and then planted the melon fields. With his talent that he did not like and the educational content he received since childhood, he kept the melon fields lush and lush.

Soon, summer has arrived and the time to sell watermelons has come.

Ai Chong set up a melon-selling pergola on the road near the melon fields, pulling a truck of big and round watermelons with good looks, carrying two watermelon knives, and starting to sell the watermelons they grow in the pergola.

However, Ai Chong, who has never been good at speaking, did not bargain with customers and used psychological tactics. On the first day, he only sold five watermelons.

This result made him somewhat unexpected.

In his opinion, selling watermelons is just selling watermelons. As long as I am willing to buy it, some of you will buy it, so it’s fine. All my melons are good. Why do you still have to be picky and ask me all kinds of questions, but if you can’t answer it, you won’t buy it directly?

Is this trouble in this world?

Ai Chong began to feel that planting melons is the most comfortable thing in the world. After all, facing melons is always much more comfortable than facing people.

But the family still has to pass the trial, Ai Chong could only rack his brains to find a way to sell these watermelons smoothly. The father and grandfather who were observing secretly began to worry about him.

This trial of the Ai family is actually not for the melon planting and buying and selling ability of members of the postgraduate entrance examination family. After all, these abilities are not important in today's technological society, as the controller of tens of acres of melon fields.

The most important thing is that this trial is to train the emotional intelligence of a family member and the most basic interpersonal skills. If you don’t even have these abilities, are unable to make progress and have insufficient success, then the family will only get worse and worse.

But obviously, Ai Chong didn't want to communicate with anyone.

He came up with his own way to sell these watermelons without paying any more costs to make customers accept the higher prices he set.

First, he divided the watermelon into three parts, and left it still, and sold it whole. He took out the other part and relied on his knife skills that he had worked for many years, cut the watermelon into squares on the spot, put it in a bowl made of watermelon peel, and sold it to passers-by.

In the last part, the outer skin of the watermelon is carved into beautiful patterns and placed on the outermost part of all the watermelons to show to others, but the carved watermelon will always be only one and a half.

In this way, if the person who wants to buy carved watermelons is not here alone, those who have not obtained carved watermelons will generally buy one or two ordinary watermelons to make up for their regrets.

It was through such a small trick that Ai Chong sold out a whole truck of watermelon the next day.

However, he was not satisfied, nor did he feel the pleasure of selling out the watermelon. He still reflected on whether yesterday's unwillingness stemmed from the failure of his business, or was he dissatisfied with becoming a melon farmer?

With such questions, Ai Chong began his third day of melon selling career.

Because he was thinking, Ai Chong was a little careless when cutting watermelons. He accidentally cut a wound on his finger.

At this moment, an old man who had been standing next to him and watching spoke: "It is a taboo to use a knife. When you take a knife, you must be scruples and fearless in your heart, so that the knife can be fast and accurate."

Ai Chong glanced at the old man and remembered that when the old man passed by, he saw him cutting melons, he looked quite interested. Ai Chong thought he was here to buy melons, but the old man just kept watching, so Ai Chong just thought he was an idle person.

But now, when the old man said this, even Ai Chong himself could see the appreciation color in his eyes.

So from that day on, Ai Chong disappeared in the melon shed and never returned to his home since then. Of course, he did not need to inherit the family business.

Two years later, a thin killer with two watermelon knives appeared in the world for only one month, and killed a target of assassination that no one could succeed in twenty years, and since then he became famous.

And his name is Water Taro.

From then on, Xigua Taro Ai Chong became a brilliant new star in the killer world. His extremely high success rate and intensive attacks made all those who became targets of assassination frustrated, and all peers in the industry admired him.

And Ai Chong just found the simple happiness he wanted most when he was a killer.

When the relationship between people is only life and death, without too much words, without any communication, meeting each other in this life is just this knife.

Such a simple and happy life made Ai Chong unable to stop.

However, just when he was in the limelight, another young man was born.

This young man is not only a genius from aristocratic family, nor a treasure from all forces, nor a ascetic monk who practiced ascetic since childhood, but a lucky person who... relied on double practice techniques to reach the sky in one step?

One day in the past, Ai Chong received the task of killing Wei Fangyuan.

At that time, Ai Chong was a killer with a perfect master's realm. He had killed two powerful people in the Void God Realm in one battle.

At that time, Wei Fangyuan was the highest-level person of the imperial capital. He had countless likes and many wives and concubines, and was at the level of a master.

No one knows the battle between the two people. Ai Chong of course chose a place where Wei Fangyuan could not accept any help for assassination. Wei Fangyuan was also arrogant and provided convenience for Ai Chong. So the two fought an unknown battle in an unknown place.

The final result of the battle is obvious.

The rookie Ai Chong, who was in the limelight, disappeared, and Wei Fangyuan was still Wei Fangyuan. He even practiced to the level of a master within more than 20 years, controlled the laws of space, and officially became the last successful person.

The failed Ai Chong gradually disappeared into this world while losing all his attention and accepting all his regrets, and no news about him was heard.

People have speculated that Ai Chong might have been killed by Wei Fangyuan, may have been seriously injured and fled and lost his combat ability. They may even be discouraged and returned to their hometown to start the melon planting business again. Some people said seriously that they once saw Ai Chong who had a lame leg in a melon shed.

Ai Chong was indeed a lame leg, but he did not lose his fighting ability, nor did he return to his hometown to sell melons, because he appeared in front of Guan Shantong.

"The first person in the younger generation decades ago, and the first person in the younger generation decades later. Should I say that I am honored to meet you two, or should I say that I am unlucky?" Ai Chong held a watermelon knife and looked at Guan Shantong in front of him.

This young man is far more dazzling and dazzling than Wei Fangyuan back then. Now he is only forty years old, he is already at the level of a master. His thunder magic is superb, and his magic moves with him and even the air begins to be filled with electricity.

When Guan Shantong heard Ai Chong's words, he didn't admit it too much. He shook his head and said, "If the number one person in his younger generation is this year, it should be An Xiaoyu, a flower talker, and not me, Lei Zi, Guan Shantong."

Ai Chong and Guan Shantong stood at both ends of the alley. They had never met before, and of course they had never fought each other, but they were like an old friend who had spanned time and space, talking calmly.

"The flower language man, An Xiaoyu. I have heard of it, but she is still young and has not even reached the level of master. Isn't it too much for the so-called first person in the younger generation?"

"Excessive?" Guan Shantong shook her head disdainfully: "An Xiaoyu's realm is indeed in Yunxing, but now she can kill half a step of the Void God. However, in a few days, I see that her realm will inevitably improve. When I reach the master realm in one game, I will definitely be able to compete with the martial arts practitioners at the level of transcending the gods and even transforming the gods."

"So awesome?"

"So awesome!"

The two of them looked at each other, and the electric sparks in the air began to burst out again.

The emergence of An Xiaoyu means the end of an era, and the era of Wei Fangyuan, Guan Shantong and Ai Chong has officially ended. The definition of the younger generation is no longer what they agree with in these forty years, but in the next forty years, it belongs to the era of An Xiaoyu and the others.

And just as their era ends, they should take advantage of this time to come to an end.

The beginning of no era must represent the rise of a person, and the end of each era represents the end of countless people.

Now, it's time for them to come to an end.

"Are you sure, don't need to say anything to me?" Guan Shantong pulled out the purple thunder sword from behind, held it in his hand, staring at Ai Chong's face that was no longer young, looking at his no longer strong body, looking at his chicken-skinned hair, and his broken leg.

Ai Chong smiled and shook his head.

He is a killer. Even if he no longer takes on missions and killers, the killer's persistence and the killer's principles remain deeply in his body. Even if he dies after this battle, he will die; even if there is no need for him to fight against this battle; even if he knows that after this battle, he will no longer have meaning in this world.

However, he would never disclose any information about his employer.

The watermelon knife in my hand was tightly clenched, only one, not another.

Guan Shantong also held the purple thunder sword tightly in his hand, only one, and of course there was no other one.

In the alley deep in the city, a speechless battle broke out completely. Among the sword light, sword light and thunder and lightning, two figures missed their bodies in the narrow alley, without using any attack methods, without using any breath in their bodies, relying on their bodies and skills, they fought more than thirty swords in a row within ten seconds.

However, the next moment it landed, the watermelon knife in Ai Chong's hand was completely broken into two pieces.

This pair of watermelon knife was bought from a small supermarket in front of his master's house when he was completely starting his career.
To be continued...