At the party, watching William hurriedly drive away, many beauties of different skin colors of black and white vaguely heard the content of his phone call in the room, and they all praised him.

"Look, Mr. William just likes dogs to take rats and meddling in other people's business. He is such a hero."

"You're wrong, Philee, this should be called chivalrous."

"You are also wrong. Kerr, it should be called 'urgent and righteous' in Chinese."

The beauties looked at each other's back as they left gracefully, and they were all crazy.

William drove himself. Not long after he drove onto the viaduct, he saw a figure stepping on a flying sword through the bulletproof glass window of the driver's seat, flying eastward from the direction of the Xiakejia Farm Villa.

With his strength, he could naturally see who that person was. He slowly slowed down his driving speed and then turned around in front.

"It's true that he is a great hero who is eager to be righteous," William exclaimed, then whistled and called his home through the car phone. "I'll be back soon, sweethearts, the party will be held as usual."

William had just left less than ten minutes before turning around and returning to the warm villa.

At this moment, the western suburbs of San Francisco, the west coast of the United States.

His uncle David Robert was trembling with his companions in the cold sea breeze.

Although it was already summer, the sea breeze was howling, and a large cold wave suddenly came from the west, which immediately lowered the temperature to near zero degrees. The defenseless SBI agents at the bottom were all not strong enough, so they had to endure the freezing gas and stick to the defense line.

"Damn, Jim, your crystal prediction technique means that in this battle, William will come, and then successfully summon the angels, gather the human minds of the rice people, and reverse the current situation in one fell swoop?" David stared at the sea without turning his eyes, and at the same time, he said to a middle-aged black man beside him.

Black Jim showed a mouthful of white teeth and smiled affectionately: "That's how Crystal told me."

Robert smiled bitterly and said, "I think your crystal must be fooling you. William won't come. That kid will definitely continue to have a party at home."

Black Jim continued: "No, there is a prerequisite for the picture shown by the crystal, that is, you are dead."

Robert was stunned when he heard this, and then said with a certain expression: "Then your crystal must have gone wrong."

While the two were talking, they suddenly stopped at the same time and saw movements appearing on the beach on the coast.

Large areas of blood-red seaweed gradually emerged from the water, covering the sky and crowding the entire beach, making people's scalp numb.

They began to rush to the empty port.

"There are so many seaweed monsters, and it's time for the navy to launch bombers." Robert murmured to himself.

Black Jim shook his head and said, "Not necessarily."

Within a few dozen minutes later, they saw the Eastern Lighthouse falling from the sky, and his whole body was radiating with light. Wrong, it was full of sword energy, sweeping the blood-red seaweed demons all over the sky, and then giving them a try, like doing a trivial overtime work.

Robert looked blankly, then thoughtfully: "Now I can understand why William is not willing to come here. It seems that he is indeed a smart genius businessman. He knows that division of labor and cooperation can be effective. Maybe I am the one who is wrong."

While he was in a daze, his companion Jim suddenly stabbed him in the chest with a backhand.

Robert looked disbelief and covered his chest and said, "Jim, why did you kill me? We have been working together for more than ten years!"

Jim shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, I want to let the big wheel representing the future go back on the right track. You should have died long ago. I just don't know why, you haven't died in the past two times. This is what I can see from the future picture, the last place you should die..."

"Fuk your future big wheel," Robert cursed, covered his chest and stumbled away.

For some reason, the other SBI colleagues just watched this scene coldly, and no one helped, but no one stopped them.

Robert escaped from the sbi's defense shore, and he felt like he was trapped in a huge vortex.

Could it be that I have privately asked the Alliance of Justice and Order to investigate the U.S. upper class, and it has been leaked?

Those officials, the officials who bought SBI, ordered Jim to assassinate him?

Or does Jim know more, and as long as he kills himself, he will be on the right track in the future?

If that is the case, there is only one reason: can one's own death really stimulate William to transform like the Batman plot in the movie?

Thinking of this, Robert, who was leaning against a roadside fence, stopped and tried to call the ambulance.

Jim's knife was not fatal. It seemed to be the friendship of his old friends for many years, which made him stop at the end, but if he did not call for help in time, bleeding would also lead to death.

He staggered slowly, walked to a secluded woods where no one could find it in time, and then called the cross-border phone.

"William, I'm going to die..."

After dialing the phone, he said this directly, and then the phone hung up.

Because he flew up... his phone fell down.

A familiar voice sounded in his ears.

"Friend, it seems that you need treatment."

More than ten minutes later, Robert, who was already confused in front of him, felt that he had come to a brightly lit villa.

Then he heard a voice, "Thank you, the hero, for saving my uncle David, please collect this check."

"It's okay, I have always been anxious about justice, and this is just a matter of convenience."

Then he fainted.

At 10 o'clock in the evening, Robert woke up and found that the wound under his chest and ribs disappeared without a trace, just like the knife Jim stabbed yesterday, which had never happened.

Just when he was puzzled, his nephew, William, appeared in front of his bed with a smile.

"Uncle, it seems that your situation is very dangerous. When you were in a coma, I invited two retired criminal investigation experts in China to see that it was an acquaintance who committed the crime, and it was a killer without any warning. If that person was not proficient in human anatomy, you would have died."

Robert didn't care about anything else. He just looked at William with a bright look and said, "Don't talk about this for now. I just want to ask you, what would you do if I really died?"

William frowned and said thoughtfully: "I heard that there is a ghost king Bodhisattva in China. If a good man dies, he can transform his ghost into a butterfly.

"I want to ask your will in advance, uncle, what kind of butterflies do you like? The big cherry butterflies in California, or the spotted butterflies in Florida? I'll pay you for customization at that time."

Robert fell down after hearing this.

"Uncle, uncle, do you still need treatment? But the treatment cost of the Dragon Clan secret technique is too high, so I'd better ask the local doctor to hang a bottle of water for you..." William asked anxiously.

Robert fell on the bed, turning a deaf ear.

There was only one thought in his mind, born from suffering and died from happiness, which was really good.

...

Xiakejia Farm Villa.

Fang Ning was working hard and concentrating on deducing the "Method of Dream Cultivation" with great concentration, thinking about it word by word.

The system master counted the extra money he had obtained after a hurry to travel outside.

"The experience is worth 300 million points, and now there are 6.8 billion yuan in experience. The legend has increased a little, and now it is 11 points. The income is earned..."

Speaking of this, the system master suddenly stopped.

Fang Ning listened with his ears on his back, and he wondered, "How much is it?"

The system uncle asked in confusion: "Have you made a payment? Where can I find it? Look at you, you are half-hearted in working overtime. This is the first day. If your dream practice method does not make any progress within a week, you still have to continue working overtime."

Fang Ning ignored this two strokes and continued to work overtime to study the exercises.

He carefully read the "Method of Distribution" in the unique magic skill of "The Art of Illusion" of the Demon Lei Tian. This mysterious technique is indeed profound and profound.

Suddenly he spoke, "Master, can you give me some experience and deduce the perfect version of modern simplified Chinese?"

System: "No."

Fang Ning was speechless: "I am doing the serious business."

The system said: "That is the martial arts of evil and heretics. It can lead people into devils. I cannot deduce a perfect version for it. It goes against my chivalrous principle."

Fang Ning didn't believe it: "You must be fooling me. I see that this martial arts can drive the operation no matter what kind of magic power it is. This is the same as a gun. It does not have any evil attributes. Good people can do good things with it, and evil people can do evil with it."

System: "Nie Renkuang thought so back then..."

Fang Ning wondered: "How did you know? Anderson's report did not write those things."

System: "Oh, it was Lei Tian who muttered himself when he was playing the game just now. What's the point of 'I think back then, if I weren't youthful and passionate, I always liked to listen to the advice of the 'attack', maybe I wouldn't have been possessed and wouldn't have been here now. It's really not a little challenging'..."

Fang Ning thought about it and it was true. The "method of divine division" in "The Art of Illusion" is a mysterious technique that can differentiate one's own consciousness into three consciousness bodies, one radical, one neutral, and the other conservative.

Lei Tian named it "attack", "defend" and "escape".

As the name suggests, this "attack" consciousness body wants to solve everything by fighting means, and has always pursued the principle of "no difficulties, and even if you create difficulties, you must go."

It is best at turning small troubles into big troubles.

Things that can be solved by just talking about it must be solved by fighting.

Things that can be solved by a fight must be turned into "big killing and special killing" in their mouths to solve them.

When Lei Tian was crazy, he became obsessed with fighting and was a martial arts fanatic.

After obtaining this magic skill, he thought that this thing didn't look like an evil skill... and could solve the problem of his crazy IQ dropping after he went crazy, so he practiced decisively and was out of control from now on.

Fang Ning thought for a while and nodded, "Okay, you're right. I didn't dare to practice this kind of schizophrenia method. It seems that I still have foresight, so I'll take the dross and discard the essence."

The system said in surprise: "I didn't understand."
Chapter completed!