After the strong wind, dark clouds dissipate, long night, and the crescent moon. Ω

"Is the elderly not sleeping at home, hanging under the moon late at night, running to the church to convey their faith and sincerity to the Lord?" Goniz stopped there, an unnatural wind washed his blue robe, like a reflection in the water, becoming more and more blurred in the darkness, and he was building momentum.

"I am not a worshiper, the church is not my destination, I am just a passerby, wanting to leave traces of my passing on this land; I am here, I am leaving." The old man in the cuckold looked up at the crescent moon. Even though his eyes were covered by too long white, he could not see the brightness of the moonlight, he still showed a affectionate look and said lightly, a kind of loneliness, a kind of loneliness, like a mountain through the clouds, making people sigh, like the deep ocean, which makes people dare to look at it; the heights are cold.

Goniz looked at the old man without any movement for a long time, but he was shocked. He was just a half-earth old man, but the awe-inspiring pressure was like a mountain and deep sea, with a rainbow of momentum, which made people suffocate. This was accumulating momentum, rising step by step, and taking advantage of the momentum. The power of heaven and earth, the power of heaven was unpredictable, and it was also invincible. Facing the old man in his twilight years, Goniz suddenly felt that this was even more difficult than facing Athena's Saint Seiya. Although the Saint Seiya was stronger, after the temptation of the battle, he knew that the other party's realm was not enough, but this old man Goniz felt the smell of blood from the depths of his heart.

If he was completely awakened and in full swing, he would certainly not take any human beings seriously, but now, he only knows why he was born.

A strange aura was revealed in the quiet scene. Dismusk seemed a little confused. He had that feeling again, a state of sometimes not. He also felt this state from the old man, the seventh sense; today I didn’t look at the almanac, why did I see two terrible existences who understood the seventh sense at once? He was a little frightened, he was a little anxious, the trauma in his chest made him very upset. The only meaning of his life existence is death. But now, since he has comprehended the small universe and become the Golden Saint Seiya for twenty years, he has not comprehended the seventh sense. He is cruel, cruel, cruel, cruel, and cruel this day.

Suddenly, the hidden pain in his heart made him groan softly. Dismusk tried his best to endure it, not wanting his opponent to see his weakness and reality. He stretched out his hand and stroked it gently to his chest without missing traces. The liquid with body temperature gradually overflowed from his five fingers. He felt the warmth flowing between his hands. Dismusk was upset for a moment, and his hand covering his chest couldn't help but clench it tightly. A cold and cold feeling suddenly came from his chest, soothing his irritable heart and extinguishing the heat in his mind. He knew that it was the "life and death video" given to him by his master Shi Ang. He looked down and saw that the round video had a red gem, crystal clear, warming his heart.

It seemed as if Dismusk saw the familiar tea-red eyes from the red gem, Alice Fill, I will find you.

"Hey~ Old man, why don't we join forces and leave your mark on the priest uncle's butt, or mine, because I'm also a passerby, do you think it's okay?" After dispelling the irritability in his heart, Dismusk said suddenly at the two people confronting each other in front of him.

A stinky word almost broke the lonely artistic conception carefully created by the old man. A priest uncle almost made Gaonits's Shadow of Wind become physical.

The old man stabilized his body, his head moved slightly, and he kept looking at the moon. After a long time, his neck was a little sore, and he hummed, "Okay!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a raging fire suddenly burst out from Dismusk's hands. Before he could move next, a shaking suddenly came from his feet.

"tmd, it's really a soft persimmon picking!" Dismusk complained fiercely, but his figure was extremely dodging, which inevitably touched the wound, causing bursts of coughing.

Goniz appeared in the original place, but suddenly the old man also appeared there. Dismusk, who was retreating aside, smiled strangely, and the flames burst out in his hand suddenly burst out.

"Cancel Qi~Ghost Cangyan (praesepedemonicB1ueF1ames)"

He directly pushed the flames towards Goniz, regardless of whether it would affect the old man nearby. This is a way of fighting that is inseparable from the enemy and us.

But the next moment, before the flames could be reached, before the cuckold and uncle priests' next move, Dismusk slid, his feet shaking, and a gust of wind rose, and the figure had already escaped.

The old man looked at the gradually disappearing afterimage of Dismusk staying in place. The long whiteness of the red nose couldn't help but thrust. Suddenly, he felt a breeze coming from behind. The anger in the old man finally found a good outlet for catharsis. Under the red nose, a blue light appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Blue light! Must kill! The railing cannon!"

The red flames were like a volcano explosion, blowing from the old man's mouth into the strong wind. The fire took advantage of the wind and actually continued to dissipate in the tornado for a long time.

The tornado rose into the sky, the strong wind roared, the wind was rotating and the flames became tighter and tighter. Then with a "bang", the tornado dissipated, the flames disappeared, and the powerful energy swept around in a wave-like manner, stirring up a burst of dust, confusing the night and blurring the moonlight.

The wind stopped and the people stopped. Goniz's figure stood quietly in the open space, and the figure of the green-robed and cuckolded old man had long disappeared. The blue priest carried his hands on his back, looking at the red neon lights on the stadium in the distance.

"Ta~Ta~..." There was a sound of high heels touching the ground from behind her. Under the moonlight, Yusi's figure walked out of the dark shadow of the church. The evening breeze blew up her skirt curtain, with her waist swaying, and her long legs staggered; she squinted her eyes and looked at the man's trembling hands on her back, and a trace of white air kept rushing out from above.

After a long time, the white air in his hand disappeared, Yu Si raised her eyes and said, "What should we do next?"

"Wait~" The priest squeezed a sound from the tip of his nose.

"Wait?" the woman said in confusion.

"The Saint Seiya is not as terrible as imagined, but it also adds uncertainty. The world is crouching tiger, hidden dragon, and strong people are everywhere. A stupid old man actually has the power to the greater the "absolute realm". This world is very interesting." Goniz looked away at a black light in the night sky, paused, and then said, "The day when the blood of the three artifact families stained the forbidden land red will surely be when my "lord" reappears on the earth. What we do now is to wait until our power is completely awakened and surpass the world's strong people."

"In this world, there are Saint Seiya, strong people from all over the world, and three artifact families. It's really interesting. I can't even see clearly whether it will be dark or light in the future."

Speaking of which, Dismusk was extremely moved, and at first he was a little panicked, but as he moved, he gradually calmed down. He looked at the distance and was filled with fire. Suddenly, he smiled and really wanted to see the old man being tricked... He didn't believe it. An old man who wanted to save him appeared in the dark night had no purpose or had ulterior motives. A normal person appeared silently in the wilderness for a long time. To put it bluntly, he didn't trust the old man.

Turning around, the stadium lights were still on, and a satisfied smile appeared on the corner of Dismusk's mouth. The more crowded places, the better it would be to hide, like fish leaping over the sea and dragons creeping into the clouds.

Making up his mind, Dismusk ran towards the stadium, crossed sideways, and avoided the doorman's ticket office.

On the open-air sports platform, a milky white short man was playing the guitar. The sound of the child behind him beat the instrument. The accompaniment music moved with the song. The girl in the lead singer had a long red head and the bangs in front of her head covered her eyes. Her singing was melodious and charming, sometimes ethereal, sometimes high-pitched, sometimes light and sometimes agile. Cangwu was resentful, and Baizhi was moved with fragrance.

After a while, the music stopped and the singing ended...

Dismusk finished listening quietly, and his heart was as quiet as a lake. But suddenly, he felt the fluctuations of energy from afar stopped. Dismusk was stunned. Was he finished the fight so quickly? Is that old man a fast gunman? Or is that the priest uncle lost his energy so fast and he was exhausted.

Unable to think too much, Dismusk hurriedly penetrated into the crowd, but he clearly felt that the old man seemed to have come around. He looked up at the stage and his eyes lit up.

With a flash, Dismusk had already arrived at the backstage of the performance. There were only a few clothes, musical instruments, and dressing tables, and nothing else. It was so simple and thorough. When he felt a breath approaching, he hurriedly hid into a room.

But after entering the room, Dismusk was stunned. A woman in a white tights gently pulled up her underwear and stood up from the bathroom. She had white long high heels, a delicate figure, a red waist-length bangs in front of her head covered her eyes.

Dismusk blinked, and he clearly saw that the white color was white. Although he couldn't see the other person's eyes, Dismusk could feel the murderous aura hidden under the red. He smiled awkwardly and said, "I'm sorry, ma'am, I...I went to the wrong toilet~~"

"No, there is only one toilet." The ethereal voice contained the tranquility before the storm.

Suddenly, the toilet door was opened, and the old cuckold appeared at the door. He looked at the situation inside, his body trembled slightly, and then said calmly, "Uh, sorry, I went to the wrong toilet."

"You went to the wrong toilet, too?!"
Chapter completed!