full-time ability

Chapter 502 Strange Assassination
"Pursuing all sentient beings, treating everyone equally, and being kind to the world is not a real act of kindness. Only pulling weeds from the rice fields is the great love for the seedlings." Saint Helia explained.

Yiman nodded, deeply agreeing.

That night, the two walked and chatted in Talian Lido City, and talked about many past events.

Yiman gradually understands what kind of mental journey this intelligent woman has experienced.

The chain of order enables her to see clearly the cunning of the human heart hidden behind the glamor. She was confused and disappointed, but finally got the answer from the scriptures, regained her strength, and ushered in a new life.

She has self-identified beliefs, absolutely does not follow dogma blindly, and acts independently.

When the sun is about to rise, it is the darkest hour before dawn, and everything is silent, and there is no sound.

Yiman stopped in his tracks suddenly, he was waiting and listening, the space barrier fell silently, protecting himself and the virgin Helia.

The saint Helia stood beside him quietly, with a look of helplessness on her brows, and the light was condensing in her hands.

There was a bizarre fluctuation in the surrounding void, as if countless tiny bugs were devouring the space.

With a crash, the air burst like a mirror, and tiny insects flew out from the void, covering the sky and the sun.

This bug seems to be able to devour all life. Wherever it goes, people and animals turn into dry bones and die in incomparable tranquility.

All the space strangled, surrounded Iman and the saint Helia, all the insects who dared to approach them were killed, and there was a rain of insects in the sky.

"What's the origin of this insect?" Yiman picked up an insect and observed it with low-light perception. It was only the size of a mosquito, and its body was very hard, but its mouthpart was a sickle, which was extremely terrifying.

"This is the weapon of the god of death. The name of the god of death is the sickle. It is also one of the foundations of the Iberian dynasty. It is a world-class powerhouse at the peak of the eleventh order." In the hands of the saint Helia, a golden ball of light was condensed in the air. It exploded and turned into a thousand points of brilliance.

The insects flying all over the sky were burned to death when they encountered this bit of brilliance.

In the air, a girl in a black dress stood in the air, holding a five-meter-long blood-colored sickle in her hand, looking at the two of them, and sneered.

"Saint, I haven't seen you for a long time. Why are you so leisurely? I'm so envious."

"Sickle, why are you so kind to visit my sister?" The saint Helia smiled like a flower, and she was generous.

"Of course I want to come, otherwise, those idiots will not be schemed to death by you." The girl in the costume said indifferently.

"Little sister, are you joking? You and I have always been in the same place, killing them all? Where did this come from?" The saint Helia was gentle and gentle.

"Xilia, let's open the skylight and tell the truth. Was Taotie murdered by you? Official prestige and wealth have also been abolished. The little brother next to you is really not simple." The sickle is born with a killing spirit.

"You can't speak casually, Sickle. I heard that the one who killed Taotie was a Demon Lord. Does my bodyguard have a trace of demonic energy?" Saint Helia's expression remained unchanged.

The woman named Sickle suddenly hesitated, and descended from the sky, with a pair of almond eyes like blades, staring at Yiman: "I am indeed on his body, and I can't feel a trace of magic, but Helia, he is Who?"

"Do I need to tell you?" Saint Helia smiled.

Scythe squinted his purple eyes slightly, and said to Yiman very unfriendly: "Looking at you, you are from the Han and Tang Dynasties, a world-class powerhouse of the eleventh rank, and it is absolutely impossible to remain silent. I also know the background of the Han and Tang Empires." I know in my heart, there is absolutely no one like you, you'd better tell me your origin, otherwise."

"Otherwise, what will happen?" Yiman looked at the scythe with a playful smile on the corner of his mouth, and looked at the scythe impolitely. This woman had a pretty face and a top-notch figure, but there was a strong breath of death between her brows, which made people very uncomfortable.

"I am the god of death, I control life and death, and I can also make your life worse than death." The tone of the scythe was extremely cold.

"I can't see it, but I can make you want to die." Yiman teased.

"Arrogance, no one has ever dared to talk to me like that." The five-meter-long bloody sickle in the sickle's hand spun rapidly, and slashed at Yiman head-on.

Yiman was not afraid at all, the mirror of chaos in his hand shot out a turbulent flow of space, which collided with the bloody sickle, and then a space rail cannon shot over.

Scythe took a few steps back, avoided Yiman's attack, smiled slightly and said, "Space ability is interesting, did Taotie fight with you?"

Yiman's tone was still teasing: "I'm not interested in that monster, Taotie, but I have a good impression of you."

The sickle and willow eyebrows stood upright, and the coldness between the brows became more and more dignified: "Okay, you have the courage, among the strong, if you want to get everything, you have to speak with your strength. I don't know if you have the ability."

The smile on Yiman's face remained unchanged: "On the contrary, I think that the relationship needs to be cultivated, and only by understanding each other can we have a good impression, rather than typing it out."

"Helia, can't you take care of your guards?" The sickle almost exploded.

"He is him, and I have no right to interfere in his private life." Saint Helia said with a smile.

In the confrontation between the strong, emotions are also crucial.Yiman could see that the woman named Sickle seemed extremely arrogant, so he purposely stoked her anger to make her lose her composure.

"It's really hopeless." Sickle turned away, angrily, and spat fiercely: "Helia, I'm here this time to tell you some news. I don't know if you're interested in hearing it."

"If you have anything to say, I'm all ears."

"The one who spread the plague from the dark world has appeared. I don't know if your temple is interested in him." Scythe's eyebrows trembled slightly.

"Let me guess." The saint Helia said with a happy expression, "That person must have arrived in Huaxiang Town, right?"

Sickle's pretty brows trembled slightly and said, "You really know everything."

"Of course I know everything." Saint Helia smiled and said, "I also know that you have set up a trap in Huaxiang Town, waiting for the murderer who killed the glutton to throw himself into the trap."

"It seems that nothing can be hidden from you." The sickle seemed to be defeated, and said dejectedly: "But the news about the plague messenger is true, I think you know it too."

The saint Helia rolled her eyes and said, "Let me guess, the person who spread the plague is probably the same person who killed Taotie. You may not believe me, but the Yaoyue family can prove it."

"The Yaoyue family won't say anything, but I will investigate everything." Full of confidence, Sickle turned to Yiman and said, "If you are interested in me, beat me, everything about me is yours. "

Yiman stared at this cold and arrogant girl, shook his head and said with a smile: "I don't want it anymore, why don't we find a small shop, have some breakfast, and talk together?"

Yiman just talked casually, thinking that she would leave in a hurry, but the sickle actually agreed: "Okay, I happen to be hungry too, so I have to work." She put away the five-meter-long bloody sickle.

It was really unexpected, and Yiman was at a loss for a while. The saint Helia smiled and said, "Sister Scythe, it's been a long time. Why don't you take this opportunity to catch up on the old days."

Sickle nodded, and took out a colorful robe from the space gem to put on.

Wearing the robe, the aura of the sickle changed fundamentally, and the killing aura was completely covered up.The pretty face is pure and serene, like a beautiful girl who doesn't care about the world.

Women are indeed fickle, especially their hearts, which are the most difficult to figure out.

Finding a clean little shop, Yiman ordered some breakfast, and the three of them sat around the table.

"Death Scythe, I don't know where your power comes from?" Yiman asked casually.

"Didn't Xilia tell you?" The sickle at this time was as cute as a doll: "I am the messenger of the dead world, in charge of the power of life and death, of course, only limited to the Purple Eyes."

"Then you are not very powerful, whoever you want to die must die?"

The sickle's beautiful eyes suddenly dimmed: "It would be great if that's the case. Death walks in the world, and there are many restrictions."

While talking, there was a sound of horseshoes on the street.

(End of this chapter)