"No! I don't allow you to die." Although Xia Yi didn't know what Long Fei was going to do, she obviously couldn't do it if she was asked to watch Ma Luo die with her own eyes. "Lord Long Fei, if there is a relationship between me and Ma Luo,
If this time must end with the death of one person, then let me do it!" Xia Yi stood in front of Marlowe and looked at Long Fei and said decisively.
"Lord Long Fei, are you kidding me?" Ma Mingyuan said in shock.
Long Fei chuckled: "I'm not kidding. If you want Marlowe and Xia Yi to be together openly, then unless one of them doesn't have your Ma Mingyuan's blood flowing through them, one of them must make a sacrifice.
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"ah!"
"Don't interrupt me. I haven't finished speaking yet. What I said about death..."
"It's not really death, is it?" Ma Mingyuan couldn't help but interrupt Long Fei.
"Ma Mingyuan, shut up. If you dare to interrupt my boss again, I will sew your mouth shut!" Dugu Qiuou angrily scolded.
Ma Mingyuan immediately shut his mouth tightly.
Seeing Ma Mingyuan shut up knowingly, Long Fei continued: "The 'death' I am talking about is not a fake death, but a real death!"
"No!" Ma Mingyuan immediately shook his head and objected.
"Shut up!" Long Fei was really angry this time. The old guy always interrupted him when he was talking. The clay figurine was still very angry, not to mention Long Fei.
"My boss hasn't finished speaking yet, you're so excited!" Dugu Qiuou pointed at Ma Mingyuan and cursed angrily.
Long Fei took a breath, glared at Ma Mingyuan, looked at Ma Luo and Xia Yi and said again: "Although death is real, I can make the dead reborn and reborn with the help of another body, so that the two of you can
There will no longer be any worries about blood ties, Marlowe, are you willing?"
"Thank you, Lord Long Fei, I am willing!" Ma Luo looked at Long Fei and said gratefully.
"Lord Long Fei, can you let me replace Marlowe?" Xia Yi seemed a little unconvinced.
Long Fei shook his head: "No!"
"Why? As long as one of us is no longer related to Ma Mingyuan, wouldn't it be enough? Then why is it that Ma Luo can do it but I can't?" Xia Yi asked in confusion, her eyes filled with distrust of Long Fei.
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"Because I don't have a female body on my hands." Long Fei did lie, but it was just a white lie, because Long Fei really couldn't bear to destroy Xia Yi's image in Marlowe's heart, even though it was just a skin.
, and there are also beautiful and moving bodies among the large number of perfect bodies that Long Fei possesses, but after all, that is not the Shai in Marlow's heart, not to mention that Shai is so perfect.
Long Fei walked up to Marlowe and threw down his cigarette butt: "Are you ready?"
Marlow took a deep breath and nodded to Long Fei: "Come on!"
Long Fei smiled slightly, and then gently patted Malo Tianling's cover with his palm.
When Marlowe collapsed and completely lost his life, Xia Yi and Ma Mingyuan could no longer remain calm. Although they knew that Marlowe would be reborn, they still could not suppress their sadness.
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A few hours later.
When Marlow was reborn, Long Fei chose the best male body among all the perfect bodies for Marlow. Of course, everyone knew very well that no matter how perfect the perfect body Long Fei chose for Marlow was, it could not replace it.
Marlowe's original body. But this is a choice without a choice. In order to gain something, you are destined to lose something. As the saying goes, you can't have your cake and eat it too.
On that day, Long Fei finally completed this bizarre mission. Under the auspices of Ma Mingyuan and witnessed by all the members of the God-Slaying mercenaries, Maruo and Xia Yi finally came together.
Dugu Qiuou gave a special wedding gift, a "point-and-shoot camera".
Long Fei gave each of Marlowe and Shai a God-Slaying Mercenary Medal.
Marlowe and Shay didn't know the value of the two medals given to them by Long Fei at the moment. Many years later, they finally understood its weight when they escaped from disaster because of these two medals.
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After bidding farewell to the Ma family, Long Fei and his party embarked on a mission again.
Day after day, year after year...
Spring goes and autumn comes, and nine years pass in the blink of an eye...
Intermediate plane Huanhua plane, in a certain alliance base.
Long Fei and his party are currently performing the last six-star mercenary mission. After completing this mission, the team will rush back to Fanxing to make final preparations for going to the high-level plane.
At night, in Honghuang Inn.
After Long Fei and Nalan Xue made love, they cuddled tightly together and enjoyed a peaceful and wonderful moment.
"Xue'er, it's been nine years. When the last mission is over tomorrow, we will return to Fanxing immediately." After a long time, Long Fei whispered softly next to Nalan Xue's ear.
"Yes! Nine years have passed, and Yan'er is also ten years old this year. I wonder if she is doing well!" Nalan Xue said as she couldn't help but shed tears of missing her.
Long Fei sighed. Although Nalan Xue rarely mentioned Yu Yan in these years, Long Fei knew that Nalan Xue was thinking about Yu Yan all the time. Long Fei was also suffering in his heart, and he felt sorry for the kidnapped child.
Long Fei gritted his teeth with hatred for Yu Yan's woman in black, but unfortunately he had no clue.
"Xue'er, don't worry! We will definitely find Yu Yan back, we will!" Long Fei hugged Nalan Xue tightly and comforted her.
Nalan Xue nodded: "Husband, do you think this is a test given to us by God?"
"Test?" Long Fei was startled: "Xue'er, if there really is a destiny in this world, then our destiny must be firmly in our own hands."
Nalan Xue nodded and hid in Long Fei's arms with tears in her eyes, feeling the moment of peace and strong sense of security that Long Fei brought to her.
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Early the next morning.
Long Fei and his party finally began to perform the last mission.
"Boss, what on earth is this last mission? It's so mysterious." On the way, Dugu Qiuou couldn't help but asked curiously.
"Yes, brother, just tell me!" Xiaopao was also very curious, pulling on Long Fei's sleeve and shaking it.
Nalan Xue smiled and said to Long Fei: "Husband, just tell them, so as not to scratch their hearts like a cat."
Long Fei raised the corner of his mouth and glanced at a few people: "It's fine to tell you, but I won't talk too much when I get to my destination. Everything will depend on my eyes."
Several people nodded in succession, like chickens pecking at rice.
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Huanhua plane, the palace of the king.
The destination of Long Fei's last mission is the palace of the King of Huanhua Plane, so the target person is naturally the King of Huanhua.
Of course, this mission is not about killing. Long Fei is not crazy enough to assassinate the king, not to mention that the Great Desolate Alliance will not allow the mission of assassinating the king in the mercenary system.
"Please tell the king that Long Fei is here to visit!"
In front of the palace of the king, Long Fei said politely to the guard at the door.
The guard looked at Long Fei, then nodded and said, "Please wait a moment!" After saying that, the guard walked quickly towards the palace.
After a while, the departure guard returned.
"Master Long Fei, the Chinese Lord, please!"
"Thank you!" Long Fei was polite, and then he walked towards the palace with his party.
"Wait!" At this time, the guard suddenly intercepted Long Fei and his party, and said the positive color: "The owner only invites Lord Long Fei to go!"
Long Fei frowned immediately.
"Boss, one more thing is not as good as one thing, you go first, and see what the tricks he wants to play." Duan Liang knew that Long Fei's temper was about to attack, and now he hurriedly advised.
"Yeah, husband, we are waiting for you here!" Nalan Xue quickly comforted.
Long Fei sighed helplessly, nodded at a few people, and then entered the main palace of the country alone.
Walking in the main palace, Long Fei said secretly: "The palace is solemn and atmospheric, but this person is a little bit of chicken intestine."
In fact, as Long Fei Xiuluo's identity, he does not have to give the face of the director of the intermediate position country. Even if the two parties really conflict, as long as Long Fei did not kill the Chinese Lord, the alliance will not care, let alone the will be, let alone the will be, let alone, it will be said to
How about Long Fei, this is one of the benefits of Shura's identity. Of course, if there is no need, Long Fei is naturally reluctant to go around.
When Long Fei stepped into the main hall, a white -haired old man in the hall was sitting on the ground, holding a fan in his hand, and staring at a game of chess.
It wasn't until Long Fei walked to him that the old white -haired old man reacted and looked up at Long Fei.
"Are you Long Fei?" The old white -haired old man then bowed his head and continued to study the chess game, a pair of dragons.
"Yes!" Long Fei also sat down at this time, his eyes fell on the chess game studied by the old white -haired old man.
The old white -haired old man studied a game similar to Go. Long Fei has paid attention to the league space, but has not studied in -depth research, but the basic rules are still known. Right now, this game has entered a dead game.
The old man is the party that lost, otherwise he won't see it so much.
"I heard that you are looking for me, is there something wrong?" After a while, the white -haired old man jumped out of such a sentence again.
"Indeed to find you ..."
"Don't worry, let me take a look at this game first." The old white -haired old man interrupted the dragon flying.
"Master of the country, I have no research on the chess road." Long Fei said frankly.
"Since you don't like to play chess, why should you come to me?" The old white -haired old man stared at the chess game.
"Do you need to be proficient in chess skills when you come to the Chinese Lord?" Long Fei laughed.
The old white -haired old man shook his head: "No! No! No! Others need it, but you need it." The words of the white -haired old man finally looked up again and looked at Long Fei.
"Why is this?" Long Fei was interested in now.
"It's another broken intestine!" The old white -haired old man stared at Long Fei and sighed, answering the question.
"In the past nine years, there have been a lot of people who have died in your hands? Sometimes low -key is not a bad thing, what do you think?" The old white -haired old man continued.
"It's all damn people!" Long Fei said indifferently.