Chapter 768 His Name Is Zhou Ping

"Now, is there anything else you want to say?" Lin Qiye squinted at the prison disaster and spoke slowly.

"Then... what exactly is it?" Prisoner, who had been imprisoned with vitality, couldn't help asking, "That's definitely not the breath that humans can emit... Is that a certain artifact?"

"It's not a divine tool, it's just an ordinary chopstick, it just contains someone's power."

Lin Qiye walked in front of the prison disaster, put the half wooden chopsticks in front of him, and said lightly:

"Who says the end of human existence?

Who said that humans are doomed to be unable to defeat God?

I have witnessed with my own eyes a man who broke the ceiling, held the law in his hand, slashed gods with his sword, and found a way out for mankind...

This wooden chopstick came from him. "

Holding the law in hand, cutting the gods with the sword...

Prison disaster muttered to himself.

A gleam appeared in his eyes.

Such a person... really exists? Is it really possible for human beings to kill gods?

"Who is he? What's his name?" Prison disaster raised his head and looked at Lin Qiye with longing eyes.

Lin Qiye paused for a moment, then slowly said, "Da Xia Hongchen Sword Immortal, Zhou Ping."

"Zhou Ping..."

Prison disaster repeated the name over and over again, and sighed, "It would be great if I could see that scene with my own eyes..."

He shook his head, looked up at Lin Qiye, his eyes had calmed down, "Destroy this cage, although I couldn't see the scene where he slashed the gods with his sword, but I can see the scene where he slayed the thunder beast." Sword, I have no regrets.

Unexpectedly, what I pursued all my life but could not touch, I actually saw it with my own eyes before I died..."

Prison disaster laughed at himself.

Lin Qiye stretched out his hand, grasped a black cage fence on Prisoner's body, and said lightly, "Farewell, Oracle."

Clang--!

Lin Qiye pulled out the cage that was inserted into the prisoner's body, and the vitality that was forcibly kept in his body dissipated rapidly at the moment the cage was destroyed.

The light in Prison Calamity's eyes faded, his head was lowered, facing the place where the sword mark was, half kneeling in the ruins, completely lost his vitality.

Like a devout seeker, he knelt down on the wrong path and bowed his head in repentance.

he died.

Lin Qiye looked at the prisoner who was half kneeling on the ground with a complicated expression and lost his life, then turned and walked towards the city.

His figure disappeared into the dust all over the sky.

Tokyo is devastated.

...

After half a day.

Hokkaido.

club for relaxation.

Baili Pangpang sat on the leather sofa, gently shaking the champagne in his right hand, and the spherical ice cubes collided with the glass wall, making a clinking sound.

He took a sip and smacked his lips:

"It's been a long time since I've had such a good wine... As expected of my brother, I can get away with it wherever I go!"

Holding the champagne, Baili Pangpang walked up to Shen Qingzhu and sat down, leaned into his ear and asked, "Brother Yan, do you also have... flower girls here? I haven't seen them yet, how about your name?" Come and play together for a while?"

Shen Qingzhu glanced at him, and thought for a moment seriously, "There is no flower girl, but there are many male models, do you need me to call some to accompany you?"

"...Forget it, young master, I'm not interested in men." Baili Pangpang shrugged, "However, you can ask Sister Lan if she needs..."

Baili Pangpang blinked at Jia Lan who was on the side.

Jia Lan was taken aback for a moment, as if remembering something, she pursed her lips slightly, and said sourly:

"Male model? Why not be called a cowherd... I heard that someone has become a new star in the Japanese cowherd world, and the girls who accompany him can go around East Kyoichi. Every night, there are a lot of rich women who are willing to lose everything for him. .”

"A new star in the cowherd world?" Baili Pangpang was at a loss, "Who is it?"

"Anyway, it wasn't me. I was imprisoned in [Pure Land] for two years." Cao Yuan was the first to deny.

"It's not me either, I've been with Jiang Er all the time." An Qingyu said afterwards.

The air suddenly fell into silence.

Everyone looked at Shen Qingzhu.

Shen Qingzhu was silent for a long time, "Don't look, it's not me, I'm the head of the black killing team, how could I be a cowherd?"

None of these people, then only...

"Qiye? Where's Qiye?" Baili Pangpang's eyes widened.

"He said that he would go with his colleagues to pay homage to the deceased."

"Colleague? Where did he come from?"

Shen Qingzhu thought for a while, and took out a crumpled flyer in his arms for a moment, which should have been left several months ago. The paper is very thin and feels cheap.

Shen Qingzhu placed the leaflet on the table and smoothed it out vigorously. On the top of the leaflet, the words "Black Indus Club" were written in blue-purple strokes, and there were four men standing directly below the words.

The two men in the middle occupy nearly half of the leaflet. The one on the left is wearing a blue-gray floral bathrobe. Under the loose collar, the well-proportioned collarbone sets off a perfect body line, slender yet powerful , with a handsome face, his eyes are cold and deep like long knives in the rain.

The man on the right is wearing a black and red floral bathrobe and holding a red umbrella. Under the messy and casual black hair, a handsome face is staring indifferently ahead, looking down on all living beings like a king.

"hiss!!!"

The moment they saw this face, everyone present except Shen Qingzhu gasped!

Shen Qingzhu was not surprised by this, after all, he had personally been to Hei Wutong many times, and he was even lucky enough to receive the "joint service" of the two on the flyer in the small room of the black killing team.

"This is Qiye!?" Baili Pangpang said incredulously, "He, he...he really went to become a cowherd?"

Cao Yuan stared at the photo of Lin Qiye on the leaflet, and couldn't help swallowing.

"Don't say...this dress is pretty good."

"I'll take it home and make a copy later." An Qingyu said seriously, "I'm going to frame it."

Jia Lan stared at the handsome messed-up figure on the flyer, and when he heard this, he stood up abruptly, grabbed the flyer and hugged it in his arms, shook his head resolutely and said:

"No! This thing can only be kept by me!"

"Sister Lan, don't be so stingy!" Baili Fatty smiled and stood up, "Of course we should share this kind of thing."

"Yeah, show us again, we haven't finished it yet..."

Under everyone's persuasion, Jialan reluctantly put the leaflet back on the table.

On the leaflet, apart from the two Cowherds who debuted at the C position in the center, there was a handsome blond guy in a white and yellow floral bathrobe standing behind them with a smile in a small area behind them.

"It's quite handsome, but compared with Qiye and another person, it's still a bit worse." Baili Pangpang began to appreciate it seriously.

Suddenly, he seemed to have discovered something.

He stretched out his hand and pointed at the top of the three. The middle-aged man who stretched his arms and hugged the three of them with a smile asked suspiciously, "Where is this uncle? Who is he? Is he also a cowherd?"

"Yes."

This time, it was An Qingyu who spoke.

He was silent for a moment, and added, "This is Japan's number one cowherd, Kyosuke."