Reincarnation Master

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"So... the last question, the names of you and your denomination."

Fang Xian's heart trembled secretly.

In this world, there are too many secret existences, special ancient gods, and sleeping Primordial dominators.

Even the secret guard headquarters does not have a complete genealogical record.

And now, he seems to have discovered a very incredible order.

This silver masked man is definitely a strong man, and if he goes against the secret guard, they may not be able to cope.

"The Creator League, you can call me'Silver Wing'!"

Mr. Silver Wing bowed his chest, his figure sank into the void.

This time, Fang Xian did not intercept it again.

He looked around, sighed suddenly, activated the secret key, and returned to the villa.

Love was still there, with Mr. Walter lying beside him.

The others fainted, not knowing how long they would sleep.

"Finally... what happened?"

Love had completely reduced the ghoul symptoms on his body, and when Fang Xian came back, he asked, his voice was dry.

"It's nothing, a heretic saved it..." Fang Xian shrugged his shoulders and suddenly smiled: "What you want to ask, isn't it?"

"Why are you attacking the branch? Are you... fallen?" Sure enough, Luo Fu stared at Fang Xian with a complicated expression and asked.

"In order to solve that nasty old man, it's that simple." Fang Xian spread his hands: "As for the secret guard, I don't have any hostility."

Love exhaled, and he was a little unbelievable: "A few months ago, you were an ordinary person... Your talent is really amazing. Next... What are you going to do?"

"This, I should ask you..." Fang Xian said funnyly, "If you choose to surrender to the secret guard, I will run away as soon as possible... Besides, after you die, I will lay flowers on your grave. ."

"I……"

Love looked at his palm.

Although it was covered with human skin, he could clearly feel the "non-human" hidden under it.

An investigator whose lifelong ambition is to keep secrets and protect, eventually degenerates into a different kind. I have to say that this is a kind of irony.

"I... I want to go out and walk alone, maybe before, I cared too much about some things and live for others, this time, I want to live for myself." Love took a deep breath and made a decision.

"well."

Fang Xian nodded. He originally wanted to pull Love into his cult, but now he thinks about it.

He stepped aside, mentioned the unfortunate Walter, and decided to hypnotize him to forget what happened during this time.

"What about you? Are you going to stay with the secretaries?"

Love looked at Fang Xian hypnotizing Walter and asked.

"Me? Probably have to leave the secret guard and start to pursue the real goal..."

Fang Xian replied.

His goal has never changed, and that is to regain his own calamity and go one step further on the path of immortality!

The wealth of knowledge gained from the Secret Keeper's headquarters has given him some ideas.

...

"Congratulations on your discharge, Vivienne!"

Vivienne wore a lady's dress and had to maintain a polite and hypocritical smile to deal with each guest.

Thankfully, the bandage on her arm was finally removed and she was discharged from the hospital.

To this end, her parents also specially held a banquet to celebrate.

Well, Vivian's family is in a very good family. His father is a professor of history at Shemir University and is famous for archaeology, and his mother is the only daughter of the rich.

The combination of knowledge and wealth bears sweet fruits of love.

At least, Vivian felt that her parents were doing well.

Under the influence or leadership of her father, Vivian has been interested in some strange records in history since she was a child.

I just don't know why, her father has always strongly opposed her contact with this aspect of the content, and even not allowed her to enter the study to study the very rare materials in the field of history.

But it doesn't matter.

Vivienne has enough pocket money to search for all kinds of information she wants.

In these actions, her brother Joan played an important role.

Although most of the items brought back were fakes, which almost defrauded my sister’s pocket money, one of the items was genuine and was worth the fare.

After dealing with everyone, Vivian made an excuse to return to her room and locked the door.

When the curtains were closed, Vivienne could not wait to tap the table top with her fingers, sending out a very strange rhythm.

This is an agreed secret signal. During the recovery period in the hospital, the gentleman I met taught her how to summon her own messenger.

Vivian felt her inspiration being touched, and she looked towards the corner of the room.

There, a whirlpool was forming, and a wind chasing hound ran out, opened his mouth wide, and spit out a thick letter.

She took the envelope, complimented the messenger, sat upright, and began to study the information on the letterhead with an attitude toward the entrance examination.

"Dear Ms. Vivienne, that mentor contacted me again, and he taught me a set of methods to maintain my sense, called the ‘Spirit Stamp’. I think it’s very effective. I will share it with you below..."

This is a letter from Smith.

‘Awesome...I’m worrying that my spirit will inevitably fall into the darkness after casting the spell...The teacher’s knowledge is so rich and profound, are my lord’s apostles so powerful? ’

Little stars almost appeared in Vivienne's eyes.

"Tutor", this is the code name they gave to the gentleman together.

The other party connected believers who were originally like islands, and taught them the knowledge to call messengers and maintain rationality, and their character was as high as a saint.

咚咚!

At this moment, a knock on the door suddenly sounded.

Vivian, who was taken aback, hurriedly hid the letter and messed up her clothes before opening the door, dissatisfied: "It is not a gentleman's behavior to disturb a lady's changing clothes."

She had already guessed who came.

Sure enough~www.readwn.com~ a red-haired young man stood at the door with a slightly embarrassed expression: "Vivian... congratulations on your recovery, um... Actually, I have a message I want to share with you."

He is Qiao Ann, Vivian's brother, a mischievous man.

"What's the matter? Don't show off how many girlfriends you have made..." Vivian rolled her eyes: "Otherwise, I will tell them one by one that you burned out the hair of the senior director when you were young and was spanked by your dad. The scandal..."

"not this……"

Qiao An shook his hands arbitrarily: "I mean..."

He moved closer and lowered his voice: "The kind you are most interested in...Father recently auctioned off a Haimin’s diary, and he is locked in the study room, studying without eating and sleeping..."

"Haimin, fishermen? Do they still have a diary?" Vivian expressed his surprise.

"Our father still has the vision of this point of identification. It must be a big figure among the sea people... It is of great value for studying the history of fishermen in ancient times." Qiao An blinked: "I hope you like me one's gift!"