Zhang Fan, Hanakihara.

When Ji Qianming saw the visitor, he quietly retreated. He didn't see the two of them at the funeral just now. Ji Qianming thought he had missed it, but now it seems that this is not the case.

The two walked to Ji Qianming's inscription and stopped. The dim light shone on their faces, and the two remained silent.

"Qianming... We're late." Zhang Fan took the lead in breaking the silence and said softly, "You know that neither of us likes occasions with a lot of people. Some things should be done when there is no one, and it's more comfortable."

Hanyuhara seriously placed the white flower in his hand in front of Ji Qianmei's monument, "I'm sorry."

Zhang Fan stared at Ji Qianming in a daze, and the corner of his mouth raised slightly, "I still remember when I first met you, I was like a worried big boy, holding the admission letter and following me and asking... Later, we both fucked the whole thug together and killed Qing Liao. At that time, I knew that your potential was higher than anyone else thought."

"After coming to Gou Chen, you have changed a lot. You have become mature and stronger. Before you know it, you have grown to a level where both of us can only look up to."

"Although I don't know why you called me boss as soon as you meet, in my eyes, you are my brother from beginning to end."

As he said that, Zhang Fan took out a thermos from somewhere, unscrewed the lid, and continued:

"Originally, we should pour wine on this occasion, but you don't know how to drink, and we don't know how to do it, so I will take the initiative and give you a glass of hot water."

He tilted the thermos in his hand, and the steaming water flowed out of the thermos, mixed with a few wolfberry, and flowed onto the ground.

Ji Qianming's eyes behind the inscription were red, and he almost laughed out loud by Zhang Fan's words. Who would have respected the dead? I have to say that the boss is really childish and cute in some aspects.

The corners of Hanyuhara's mouth twitched slightly, "We secretly went to the front line two days ago and wanted to kill a few cultivators in the divine realm to see you off, but now every passage is very quiet, and I don't even see the shadow of cultivators in the divine realm, so... let's owe it first. When the war begins, I will kill ten of you."

Zhang Fan glanced at him and said lightly: "I will kill twenty... Tongxuan."

"I'll kill fifty! Taixu!"

"...I will kill a hundred gods!"

"I, I will kill a hundred gods!" Hanyuhara was a little confident and added weakly, "I may have to wait for a while... I can beat the gods..."

Zhang Fan nodded, "Then let's agree that we will kill a hundred generals for you in the future!"

"Yes, I've agreed." Hanyuhara said firmly.

silence.

Zhang Fan looked down at the ground, clenched his fists tightly. He opened his mouth and spoke hoarsely: "I'm sorry... we are too weak. When you were in a desperate situation, you couldn't stand by your side..."

"We originally wanted to avenge you, but the gap between us and the Half-Step God King was too big. We didn't even have the qualifications to fight him. The Ice Emperor only used one finger and sent us back to the ground." Hanyuhara punched the ground, his face full of regret and anger.

"Damn it! Why am I so weak! Why, I can't even get the recognition of Leaf Pattern!"

At dusk, a dark monument stands on the ground.

On the left is the rays of light, and on the right is the abyss like ink.

In front of the monument are two young men who hate powerlessness, and behind the monument are clowns who seem to cry and laugh.

It took me a long time before Zhang Fan slowly raised his head, his eyes full of determination, "I will become stronger, I will completely control my power! I want to let this divine world... be buried with you."

Hanyuhara stood up from the ground and spoke lightly: "I will leave Gou Chen."

Zhang Fan frowned slightly and looked at Hanyuhara, "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure. In a corner of this world, there must be a leaf pattern that belongs to me waiting for me, and I'm going to find it."

"Leaving Gou Chen without permission will be regarded as a rebellion."

"I will apply first, if not...what...because I'm treated as a traitor?" Hanyuhara looked up at the clouds that were gradually sinking into darkness, "I don't want to...be weaker like this anymore."

Zhang Fan was silent. He turned to look at Ji Qianming's inscription and showed a faint smile.

"Ji Qianming, just watch it carefully, how we subvert the entire divine world for you."

After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the dim mountain road. Hanyuhara took a last look at the inscription and left another road.

When the two of them walked away, Ji Qianming slowly walked out of the shadow. He glanced at the direction where the two left, silently brought his clown mask, and his figure disappeared into the night.

...

Zhang Jingyan walked into his office slowly and suddenly stopped.

On his desk, there was an extra white note, folded one, pressing it against the edge of the book, as if he was afraid that he would not see it.

Zhang Jingyan frowned slightly, walked to the table, picked up the white paper, and unfolded it.

original sin.

On this white piece of paper, these two big words were clearly written in black font. The moment she saw these two words, Zhang Jingyan's face darkened.

"Qingdaotao."

Amid the sound of rapid footsteps, Qingya hurriedly appeared at the door.

"What's wrong? Your Majesty."

"Has anyone ever entered this room?"

Qingya was stunned, then lowered his head and thought for a moment, shook his head firmly: "No, no one has entered this room before we went to the funeral."

Zhang Jingyan's face changed and he nodded silently. Just as Qingya was about to leave, Zhang Jingyan called him again.

"Wait, go and give me the information of the Forbidden Gods No. 1."

"good."

Although Qingya didn't know why Zhang Jingyan suddenly remembered the No. 1 Forbidden God Site, obeying orders was his duty.

When Qingya left, Zhang Jingyan walked to the window with the piece of white paper, opened the window, and a ball of flame ignited at the fingertips. In a moment, the piece of paper burned to ashes.

He looked out the window and murmured to himself: "This kid... is really worry-free."

...

A few days later.

In a small coastal town, the door of a dilapidated tavern was opened and a man walked in from outside.

The pub is not large in size, with a few fierce and vicious men sitting in groups of three or two. They are all gangsters nearby and are frequent visitors to this pub. To some extent, this place has become their stronghold.

Seeing that the pub door suddenly opened, everyone looked at the door, and couldn't help but be stunned.
Chapter completed!