The eyes can only see the destruction and withering of things.

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Mr. Yan kept standing at the window like this, and after a few hours, he still had no intention of rest.

At some point, Wenya had woken up, leaning against the bedroom door in a nightgown, looking at Mr. Yan's back with a squint, saying nothing.

Time passed quietly like this. Wen Ya didn't speak, and Mr. Yan didn't speak, maintaining the extremely awkward and weird atmosphere in the room.

In fact, there is no need for language communication. Wen Ya and Mr. Yan know that they are thinking about the same problem.

This time, the matter has not been resolved.

That's right, Ling~ After getting the answer she wanted, she knew that Chang Fei's feelings for him had not changed, and he was even more willing to die again to protect himself, which was enough.

Mr. Yan's contract for ~ was completed when Chang Fei paid back everything with his broken heart.

But the contract is completed, which does not mean that all the cuts have an answer.

In fact, the most critical issue in the whole incident was not solved - Chang Fei had no answer until he died. Was he killed Ling Ye's parents?

After a long freeze, I often fly and still make the most accurate judgment at critical moments. In order to protect my lover, I would rather sacrifice my life. Will such a man really kill his beloved parents because of a sudden explosion?

The moment before Chang Fei took action, Mr. Yan stopped the elegant rescue action. It was because he read the courage from the boy's eyes.

That is the courage that Mr. Yan can create, but never understands.

Mr. Yan believes that a man with such courage will never lose to the bloodthirsty desire. He "missing" kills Ling's parents and makes her suffer so much.

If he could die for Ling today, he would be able to do that day.

This thought made Mr. Yan consider another possibility - if on that day, when Chang Fei arrived at Ling's house in advance and opened the door, he saw bloody and two corpses that had lost their hearts, what would he do?

He would think that all this was done by himself, because he knew very well that he would lose all his mind after he was a werewolf and turn into a bloodthirsty monster. Even if he had confidence in his control, he would not be absolutely sure.

At that time, all he can do is leave. Only by leaving can he ensure that his favorite is not hurt.

It must be that the Seventh Unit came to him, but Chang Fei himself came to the Seventh Unit - if permanent ice can guarantee that he will no longer hurt innocent lives, Mr. Yan believes that Chang Fei will make such a choice.

Of course, it is just one of Mr. Yan’s dozens of speculations, and it is not necessarily the real answer.

But no matter what kind of speculation, Mr. Yan could feel that behind all this, there seemed to be two invisible hands manipulating everything.

A house that no one dares to buy due to a supernatural incident is close to Li Jingmu's hospital, the bars opened during the day and the geographical conditions of many high-end clubs. All of this is tailor-made for Mr. Yan, just as someone knows that Mr. Yan will have to change his residence one day, and he will give this house together with the diamonds.

Not only that, after this whole thing, Ling completely became the housekeeper who best meets Mr. Yan's requirements: she would never care about what Mr. Yan did or what he wanted to do without curiosity and anything - in fact, her heart was already dead.

After getting a perfect butler in the residence, Mr. Yan felt like he was always walking on someone else's chessboard.

If there is such a "hand behind the scenes" his calculations and scheming will never be inferior to Mr. Yan, and his subtle control over the progress of the matter will be slightly better.

But what is the purpose of /she/it does this? Is it just kindly providing Mr. Yan with a place to live?

Or, just a simple provocation?

Or is all this just something called "destiny" having fun?

Mr. Yan is never the embrace of fate, and he will not be afraid of invisible enemies, but his heart is still unable to calm down at this moment.

The scenes played repeatedly in his mind were the extremely firm eyes of the people behind and beside him when he was fighting against the werewolf on the elevated road, and the grin of Chang Fei when he committed suicide.

He has always seen betrayal, deception, cowardice and regret in people. Even the self-righteous feelings such as love, friendship, and family affection are rubbed casually in Mr. Yan's hands, and if you want to be flat, you can be round.

But only today, people showed in front of him the courage to completely out of his control.

The ordinary person who was always regarded as a livestock, doll and control tool by Mr. Yan actually became his comrades-in-arms and faced the terrifying werewolf for him. There were even such people who could completely defeat the most instinctive in their bodies. They would rather sacrifice their lives for their lovers, and they would not.

Mr. Yan has seen the war, but he only sees blood, ugliness and struggles to survive, but ignores the courage to die in order to regain his homeland; Mr. Yan has seen too many ups and downs in life, but what she notices is only the fraud and betrayal in it, but ignores the courage to forge ahead for himself and for his family...

This is the first time,

Think about whether he has missed something. His definition of people is sufficient.

Is it true that people have fun toys like this, and that they have never seen before?

Lao Cha felt that Mr. Yan was feeling guilty, but Mr. Yan obviously didn't think so.

After inexplicably feeling sad, Mr. Yan felt excited, which was enough to make him insomnia.

"There is another way to play." Finally, after standing for four hours, Mr. Yan said this for no reason, then fell on the sand and started snoring.

Wenya looked at Yan Xian's sleeping appearance, she wanted to laugh, but she was a little helpless. Then, she turned around and returned to the room and closed the door.

One day passed like this.

On a new day, everything starts again.

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In a university’s old book warehouse, in the underground "" archive, a raccoon cat hidden in the yellow cat's body was in one of the information cabinets, boredly holding its paws and scratching the cabinet door.

After a long time, the raccoon heard something outside, and someone was dismantling the pirated C4 bomb left by Wenya. After a few seconds, a loud bang suddenly came from outside. The raccoon immediately rushed to a dizzy moment, and it took a while before he stabilized his body.

Outside the yellow hair of the raccoon cat, a ball of light enveloped its whole body to protect it from being affected by the destructive power of the bomb. After the white light dissipated, the raccoon opened its eyes and saw the cabinet door that was blown to pieces and two rows of counter racks pushed down by the air waves.

"The woman from Lao Yan is really cruel." The raccoon smiled bitterly: "To a poor kitten with a clawless powerless power, he used such a destructive bomb... Be careful I will go to the animal protection association to sue her!"

The raccoon cried and jumped out of the cabinet, standing next to the cabinet door, sighed and said, "Didn't you already use fairy art? Why don't you use it on yourself? It's like a masochist..."

The cat's words are not unreasonable. This person who simply rescued by detonating explosives was also rolled in by the blow. At least half of his body was highly burned, and his clothes were almost charred and his whole face was burned by the heat waves. But he still stood there straight, as if nothing had ever been born.

"Well, it hurts a little now." The guy who is not human or ghost sounds like a boy of sixteen or seventeen: "If I don't try it, how can I know how much damage this body can withstand?"

As soon as the boy finished speaking, his burnt skin began to fall off and quickly take shape, revealing his still childish face.

The raccoon looked at the work he was most satisfied with was pride.

It can be proud. It has put all the spirit witches in the organization of Mr. Yan and the applause. Who would have thought that the raccoon made such a big show and made up so many reasons, but in fact it was to create this werewolf.

In fact, the raccoon cat has long known what the black-robed spirit witch Chang Musheng is trying to do, but it doesn't care. What it cares about is the process of creating werewolf to create a body that can carry "that soul".

The raccoon is very confident. This body that completely abandons the strength and strength of werewolf and only strengthens the strength and recovery of werewolf. If it is an absolutely failed work as a wolf soldier, it is a container that needs to accept the most terrifying souls in the world (one of the world's most terrifying souls), it would be more suitable.

As long as that soul can fully adapt to this body, the superficial power of the strange power and degree will be just a joke to it.

"The tactile system is not that sensitive, maybe because you haven't completely accepted this body." The raccoon smiled and said, "I have confidence that when you fully adapt, this body will be better than your original one."

"Without any body, it will be better than mine." A trace of gloom flashed across the boy's face: "But as long as I'm still in that body, those five guys will find me sooner or later. I don't want to stay in the damn dungeon of Black Fox City."

"Everything always comes at a price, and the werewolf's body will definitely make you better." The raccoon's smile became brighter: "When you pass the weak period after the soul migration, the strongest man-eating fox that scares the entire fox clan will be resurrected!"

The raccoon said, pausing, as if he remembered something: "By the way, what should I call you now? Should I call you Fox Fairy? Call you Fox King? Or call you Fox..."

The boy thought for a while and suddenly replied in a low female voice: "From today, my name is Fox and Wolf."

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In this way, there is still an ending, and this volume is about to end.

Well, it's almost time to study Volume 8, and so far there isn't even a materia compass - although I've never had that thing.

Recently, I have been doing big events. Consider whether Volume 8 is to be more entertaining and write some pure stories about abuse of customers.

What did you say? You ask who the fox is? Guess it yourself...

The number of words in this chapter seems to be unkind, and it only takes a little bit of the head. The number of words in the next update will be very kind. Who said that love is a kind person?
Chapter completed!