Kendo True Explanation

   Jiuer.

  Wang Qing.

  Xiaoling stood in the office, looking worriedly at Lin Fei who was sitting on the leather chair. He was holding a small female mobile phone in his hand, and the scene of Lin Fei talking to himself recorded by Xiao Ling was playing on the screen.

   "Who the **** are you!" Lin Fei on the phone stood up from the leather chair she was lying on, and then whispered to her side.

   "Get out!"

  Lin Fei never thought that he would have such a weak day. He replayed the screen on his phone over and over again. Calm eyes.

   "President...I didn't mean to take pictures of you..." Xiaoling said anxiously.

  Lin Fei raised his head and stared at her. A severe headache kept attacking his brain. But now he is used to it. Without Jiu'er, without Wang Qing, everything is his illusion.

   "President? What's wrong with you?" Suddenly Jiu'er's familiar voice came from behind him.

  Lin Fei turned around suddenly.

  Under the sun, the curtains fluttered with the wind.

   Nothing.

  He turned around again, and his movements were like taut strings.

   "Your mobile phone. I'm not feeling well recently, and you asked Lu Jun to help with the affairs of the club."

   "Okay...Okay." Xiaoling took back her mobile phone, looked at Lin Fei worriedly, hesitated for a while, and seemed to want to say something, but in the end she didn't say anything, and then cautiously left the room.

  Lin Fei sat alone on the leather chair, covering his eyes with his hands.

   "No wonder as long as you are with them, you won't have a headache... Only when you resist the illusion, you will have a headache..."

   Lin Fei murmured.

  Suddenly there was a hasty knock on the door.

"Come in!"

   "President! Sith appeared!"

"What position?"

   "The first gas station on Tachibana-dori!"

  Lin Fei immediately picked up the landline.

   "Is the person from above here?"

   "On the way!" The intelligence officer on the other side of the phone replied in a deep voice.

   "How long will it be?"

   "At least another hour!"

  Lin Fei was silent.

  With his current strength, he should be able to maintain an unbeaten situation even though he has no chance of winning against Sith, who is at the peak of C-level. With the speed of the third form, all positions within more than 20 meters can be touched instantly.

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  Dongsheng Gas Station

  The weather is overcast and the whole sky is gray. The temperature in November has started to cool down. The cold wind blew by, and the dry fallen leaves on the ground scraped against the concrete floor, making a scraping sound.

  A silver-white Mercedes-Benz sedan slowly parked beside the gas station, refueling.

   Two refueling staff carefully removed the oil gun from the Mercedes-Benz fuel tank, and then screwed on the cap.

  A man like a prince in a fairy tale lowers the car window. Start the car and move slowly.

  He has a brief document in front of the window on his right. A colorful profile picture above is clearly visible.

   There is a line of small characters printed under the avatar.

   "Lin Fei, recent record: Andrew, a c-level junior who went to Huaguo, was killed by him. The supernatural core disappeared."

   "That is to say, the specific combat power is around c-level." A slight smile appeared on the corner of the man's mouth.

   "I won't make a move." In the back row of the Mercedes-Benz, a man with white shoulder-length hair sat quietly. His face was covered with a black mask, and he was wearing a black windbreaker, as if he would blend into the darkness anytime, anywhere.

   "Since it is a request from Angel that that person bought with his life, I will definitely fulfill it."

   "If you don't want to attract Gao Ge, you can do whatever you want." The masked man said softly.

  The man driving laughed and didn't reply.

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   "Please, Mr. Zhao." Lin Fei said solemnly, holding the microphone.

   "No problem, but are you sure you want to lead them away alone?"

   "It's okay, Sith is targeting me alone. I have to stand up and entangle him, otherwise everything about me will become his target."

"He won't make too much noise. Our Shueisha also has our high-end military force. The incident of Shueiyan last time has already made the above very dissatisfied. In fact, you just need to hide for a while and wait until our people come." Zhao Always persuaded on the phone.

   "It's useless, he doesn't need to know my location, he just needs to control my parents, and I have nothing else to do. Someone must hold him back for this hour." Lin Fei replied calmly. The depression in his heart has seriously affected his physical condition. The sudden awakening last night also caused great harm to the body.

  After hanging up the phone, Lin Fei gently leaned on the desk, the cold desktop constantly irritating the skin on his forehead. .

   "The car has been arranged." Xiaoling hurriedly pushed the door open and entered.

   "Let's go." Lin Fei raised his head, in a daze he seemed to hear the faint cry again, it was Jiuer's. he knows. Yan Shi's imprint gave him an inexplicable sense of familiarity, allowing him to easily recognize Jiu'er's voice.

   Clutching the ring in his hand, the long hair on his forehead covered his eyes.

   "Why did you draw your sword?" Suddenly he remembered what Li Minghui had said to him back then.

   "To live." He replied. In my heart of course.

   "For a living." Lin Fei said softly. But the real truth in the heart is blurred. He knew it wasn't his final answer.

  Xiaoling stood by the door and looked at him worriedly. She knew that Lin Fei was in a very bad state recently. It seems to be sick.

  Lin Fei slowly walked past her holding the sword, and suddenly the crying in his ear became louder. Lin Fei almost felt that his whole brain was filled with creepy crying.

   "Is anyone crying?" He stopped and asked. He really couldn't tell what was an illusion and what was real.

   "No. Now it's just you and me in the whole headquarters." Xiaoling shook her head, and the worry in her eyes grew stronger.

  Lin Fei nodded. Simply ignore the crying.

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  The person in charge of intelligence and liaison sent a message to Sith, and the two parties agreed on a location. Neither side wanted to make too much noise.

  Xishan Forest Farm, under the sloping forest, is a row of yellow-green dry grassland. The vast grassland stretches directly from the side of the road to the small river several miles away. The initiative is in the hands of Sith, so he came here early. The silver-gray Mercedes-Benz was parked on the side of the road. Sith leaned against the door and quietly lit a cigarette. The masked man was still sitting in the car. Not a word. There was also a muscular red-haired man in a black vest standing to one side.

  The sound of a car engine can be heard faintly in the distance, and a black Audi is driving towards this side. Lin Fei turned his face and looked out the window. The hoop of the long sword lay flat on his knees. Xiaoling drove the car silently without saying a word.

  Lin Fei suddenly turned his head, and Jiu'er was sitting beside him, cuddling him tightly. The familiar aroma and milk-like skin calmed his mind down like a tranquilizer.

   "Why are you laughing in front of my eyes, but crying in my ears?" Lin Fei said softly.

  Jiu'er said softly, "Maybe it's because I'm not the real Yan Jiu."

   "President?"

  Lin Fei came back to his senses immediately. The surrounding is empty, only the slightest fragrance remains in the air.

   "Are you there?" He looked out the car window. On the grass not far away, a blond man as dazzling as a sun **** was leaning against the side of the Mercedes-Benz. He was wearing a silver-gray suit and a black tie, as if he was not here for a battle, but for a big company meeting .

  Looking from a distance, the other party seemed to be aware of it, and suddenly turned his face. They were nearly 100 meters apart, and their eyes met instantly.

  The real power in Lin Fei's body immediately began to flow rapidly. Suddenly Jiu'er's face blocked his sight.

   "You will die." Jiu'er said softly.

  Lin Fei was silent, got up and opened the car door: "I won't die." He said flatly.

   "You will die." Wang Qing's voice suddenly came from behind.

  Looking back, Lin Fei saw that Jiu'er was standing beside Wang Qing, and both of them were watching him calmly.

   "You will die." They said in unison. The sound kept echoing.

  Even with his eyes closed, Lin Fei could still hear the words echoing in the sound of crying.

   "Xiaoling, you go back first."

   "Okay." Xiaoling didn't say anything. She knew that even if she stayed, it wouldn't help.

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