It seems that those vicious black guys opposite have similar questions to No. 7.
They didn't consider this guy's origins, they just thought he was an accomplice of No. 7 and the others.
"Just because of your words, do you want us to let him go? Are you an idiot? You have killed so many of us and you still want us to let you go. What a joke!" One of the men who seemed to be the leader laughed loudly and held a submachine gun in his hand.
It opened towards the sky for a while.
"Go up and chop these stupid yellow-skinned men into pieces for me!"
With an order, hundreds of people rushed towards them.
Then, No. 7 saw a scene that he will never forget in his life.
The gray-robed old man waved his hand, and a halo enveloped No. 7, and he himself broke into the hundreds of gunmen surrounded by him.
Then, after about half a minute, really only half a minute, the old man in gray robe came back and walked towards No. 7 while patting the blood stains on his body.
"Okay, the killing is over."
While speaking, the halo around No. 7 also disappeared instantly.
No. 7 clearly saw more than one bullet flying towards him, but it was blocked by this light curtain.
These things are beyond No. 7's understanding and have subverted his worldview.
One man killed hundreds of people in less than a minute, but the enemy's bullets and artillery fire were useless in front of him.
Even the helicopter flying in mid-air crashed for unknown reasons.
Is this still a human being? This is a god.
By the way,
Number 7 suddenly realized that since he is a god, he must be able to save people. He looked at Xiao Yezi lying not far away and at the dead brothers around him.
"God, are you a god? Please save them!"
The arrogant Pluto saw the gods and he was begging.
However, the man shook his head: "I'm not a god, I can't save them."
"No, it's definitely possible, definitely..." No. 7 rushed to Xiao Yezi's side and reached out to help her. The moment he touched her, No. 7 froze instantly. He knew that she... was dead.
"Let's go!" The old man in gray robe picked up No. 7, and then with a wave of his hand, the corpses around him, whether they were No. 7's companions or the black people he killed, were directly destroyed by a strong wind.
After a few minutes, the two left the swamp.
Number Seven's right hand was still holding a piece of pitch-black iron tightly, and the iron piece was embedded in his palm. Blood was seeping out, but Number Seven seemed not to feel it at all.
The man in gray robe looked at No. 7 and stretched out his hand towards him.
However, Number Seven ignored him.
"Based on your current ability, wanting revenge is nothing more than a dream." The old man in gray robe said, "I can give you a chance to make you stronger quickly."
No. 7's murderous eyes finally revealed a glimmer of light: "What do you need me to do?"
Having experienced too many things, No. 7 knows that no one in this world will be nice to you for no reason. If you want to get something, you must pay for it.
Therefore, he also firmly believed that the man in front of him could not have saved him because of his conscience. He drew his sword to help when the road was rough. He must have a purpose.
Gray Robe smiled: "I haven't thought about it yet, so give me this piece of iron. When I think about what I need you to do, I will come to you with this piece of iron."
No. 7 shook his head: "No, if you have any conditions, you can tell me now. Who knows what conditions you will put forward later?"
The old man smiled: "What do you think you can do for me now? Or, conversely, do you think I need you to do something for me now?"
Yes, considering the strength the old man showed just now, does he need No. 7's help now?
What can Number Seven do for him?
"Then what can you give me?" No. 7 looked at the old man and asked.
The old man smiled faintly and took out a small ball from his arms.
The small ball was shining with a strange light in the old man's palm.
No. 7 discovered that there was a human figure in the ball, which seemed to be struggling.
"Aren't you called Pluto? Just having a title is not enough. If you eat it, you can become the real Pluto." The old man handed the ball to No. 7.
No. 7 took the ball and felt a biting cold feeling sweeping through his body.
In just a moment, an extremely violent aura filled No. 7's brain, making him unable to stop himself and wanting to tear everything apart, including himself.
Fortunately, the last bit of reason controlled him.
Seeing that No. 7 collapsed without a confidant, the old man showed a look of appreciation in his eyes.
"I'll trade it with you for this piece of iron. It's up to you whether you want to eat it or not. I hope we have a chance to meet again!"
After saying that, the old man disappeared and took away the iron piece in No. 7's hand.
…
After listening to Ye Luo's story, Ling Xiao felt a little sad. She had already heard half of this story last time, when Ye Luo told her that Ye Luo had made it up himself.
But Lingxia knew that it was Ye Luo's true story, so she loved Ye Luo even more because she knew the most helpless and desperate story behind this omnipotent man.
"So, you named yourself Ye Luo because the leaves are dead?" Lingxia asked.
Ye Luo didn't answer, and the image of Little Ye Zi lying in his arms that day once again appeared in his mind.
"Autumn is here, the leaves have fallen..."
The sound of a leaf falling was so sub-zero that my heart was broken.
Ye Luo glanced at Lingxia, whose eyes were red, and smiled faintly: "Would it be a waste of my literary talent if I don't write novels?"
Lingxia knew that Ye Luo was changing the subject again.
"Hey, I told you the story about me and other women, and you're still so moved. Are you missing something?" After Ye Luo finished speaking, he hugged Lingxia directly: "Aren't you jealous? Aren't you afraid of me?
If you can’t forget her, are you just a substitute?”
Lingxia shook his head: "I'm not afraid, because I love you!"
Ye Luo chuckled: "What's the use of love? If I can't forget her, then she is like a sea or a mountain, forever separated between us. Can you bear it?"
No woman can accept her man hiding another woman in his mind, even if that woman is dead.
Lingxia smiled faintly: "The sea can be crossed by boats, and the mountains can be crossed by roads. The one you love is separated by mountains and seas, and mountains and seas can be leveled."
Ye Luo: "..."
Half a minute later, Ye Luo pinched Ling Xiao's chin: "You are more suitable for writing novels than me, and your literary talent is good."
"That's all taught by my husband. How about we go for after-school tutoring and review the past?" Lingxia looked at Ye Luo and puffed up his chest.
Ye Luo shook his head: "Young people, you should also pay attention to restraint and don't think about those things all the time. You will not know how precious you are when you are young, and you will shed tears when you are old looking at your wife!"
Lingxia chuckled: "Why, the old cow is too tired to plow the land?"
Ye Luo: "..."
"Then are you sure you want to go to that Shoushan Pavilion?" Lingxia asked.
Ye Luo was slightly silent, thinking of the man who was like a god at the beginning. Now that the iron pieces are back, it's time to go see him.