Just when the young man was whistling long and expressing his endless depression and ambitions, he did not notice that there was a person standing behind him.

Or, behind him is an illusory figure.

Qi Yu was like a false shadow, a soul that would dissipate at any time, suspended behind the boy.

"It's not the Creation God. This guy has completely died and has no chance to make a comeback." Qi Yu, who was floating behind the boy, said in his heart, as if he was like a spirit behind him.

With his fireball technique, the world that appeared just because of the Creator God also disappeared at the same time. Then, a new world was established, and then, from somewhere, a light and shadow entered the world.

The light and shadow hovered for a while, then turned into the boy who wanted to go against the will of heaven in front of him.

Standing behind this young man and using the great prophecy technique a little, Qi Yu could clearly feel the "luck" surrounding the young man, an invisible and intangible force, and this power was invisible and intangible. It was not even through the great prophecy technique that Qi Yu could not confirm, but it really existed.

In the world that Qi Yu just experienced, those sons of the plane who were "locked" also had such power, both strong and weak.

However, Qi Yu, the Creation God who had been destroyed by Qi Yu, did not notice such a power of luck in his body.

And the boy in front of him had a strong energy.

In a sense, this power is the foundation of this young man, which gives him some luck far beyond ordinary people.

For example... Just when the boy had not made a strong statement like "My life is in my hands," the sound of footsteps that seemed a bit dilapidated and quite secluded in the small courtyard suddenly came from outside the quiet yard.

A tall, pale middle-aged man kept leaping on the nearby low roof. From his speed, his sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes light, sometimes heavy, and his strange flushed face, this guy was injured.

And it was quite serious injuries.

With Qi Yu's eyesight, it was obvious at a glance that the middle-aged man shouldn't have been alive for long... If he was willing to stop and rest and heal his wounds, he could have lived for a while longer.

If you are rushing around now, it will be a must in about half an hour.

The middle-aged man obviously understood his current state, and a look of unwillingness flashed across his face.

At this moment, the young man in front of Qi Yu shouted that pretty cool words.

This sentence exudes the strong protagonist consciousness of "I want to go against the will of heaven" made the middle-aged man pause, a trace of determination flashed across his face, and instantly turned his direction, and he jumped a few times and fell into this dilapidated courtyard.

The middle-aged man locked in the pretty boy in front of him.

As for Qi Yu behind him, if he doesn't want to, it will be impossible for anyone in this world to discover him.

Except for the boy in front of you, everything else in this world is composed of creative power, and the people in front of you can be said to be true or false.

It is completely different from Qi Yu, and it can even be described as not in the same dimension. Is the barriers between dimensions so easy to break?

Perhaps when the son of this plane in front of him grows up again in this false plane, he may find some clues left by Qi Yu... This is when Qi Yu appears casually.

If Qi Yu really wanted to hide, even if he was not proficient in stealth, he would not have allowed anyone to discover his own traces.

Qi Yu has never liked stealth.

Just kidding. He is a magician, what is a magician? Qi Yu doesn't know how others understand it, but in his understanding, the magician is a mobile magic turret. Since it is a turret, what should I do to sneak? It is the right thing to rush up and bombard and directly kill the opponent.

Stealing, killing with one blow...or escaping thousands of miles without having to kill, that is the act of an assassin, not a magician.

This is the dignity of being a profession. You can use your skills and styles to choose from. This is also the basic respect for online games.

That's right, it's online games...

In reality, of course, there is not such a strict professional style. Perhaps there are... For example, the two professions of rich people and poor people have completely different styles.

At present, Qi Yu, who is a profession of "Shenhao" in painting, is floating behind the beautiful boy like a resentful spirit. The middle-aged man naturally ignored him and stared at the beautiful boy.

"Who are you? Are you being chased?"

Although the handsome young man had a middle-aged aura, he was not stupid. He could tell at a glance that the middle-aged man in front of him was not an ordinary person, and his body suddenly became tense and showed a vigilant look.

This made Qi Yu quite satisfied. At least he was not a "silly sweet white" who saw a stranger with blood rushing up or was unresponsive.

Such a guy can't live much even if he is lucky enough to protect his body.

After all, things like luck are not omnipotent. Otherwise, how could these sons of the plane that luck protects the body be captured by the gods and thrown here?

Hearing the question from the handsome boy, the middle-aged man showed a determined smile on his face: "Boy, you are really lucky."

Before the handsome boy could react to what was going on, the big man suddenly stretched out his hand.

Although the boy was always alert... how could he, who was called "waste", escape the palm of the middle-aged man?

In the eyes of the boy, the palm of his hand suddenly replaced the sky, covered his world, and then grabbed his cheek and exerted a little force.

The handsome boy felt his jaw sore and couldn't help but open his mouth - uh, it looked more like he was dislocated.

The middle-aged man took out a small wooden box from his arms, stuffed a golden pill directly into the boy's mouth, and grabbed the boy's chin and raised it.

This pretty boy was forced to take this unknown pill.

"Boy, if you let this Tiantian Pill down in the future, I will not let you go even if I become a ghost! Also, if you achieve something in the future, go to Zizai Gate and say that it is the successor of my Bai Songli." The middle-aged man left a sentence, his body suddenly rose, jumped out of the courtyard, and quickly left to another place.

After a while, bursts of lively sounds came from the distance, which was exactly where the Bai Song left.

The pretty boy under Qi Yu's feet was curled up on the ground, his body trembling constantly, as if he was enduring great pain.

However, the pain obviously exceeded the limit of this guy's tolerance. His body twitched more and more severely, and his eyes began to turn white.

When the frequency of convulsions reached its highest level, the boy began to quiet again - but this was not a good thing, which meant that the guy was about to die.

"Well...this time."

Qi Yu next to him touched his chin, as if he was thinking about something. Just as the boy was about to die, he suddenly stretched out a hand and looked at the young man on the ground with a little gentler attitude.

At the same time, his body turned into a gray mist, covering the young man and then disappeared.

"I...is not dead?"

Xiao Zong woke up from his coma, got up with difficulty, looked at his hands, moved for a moment, and showed an incredible expression on his face.

He only remembers a middle-aged man forcibly took a pill, and then left after saying something.

The memories afterwards are endless pain.

He never felt that his body was so light and powerful.

"With me here, of course you won't die."

Just as Xiao Zong was confused, an old voice rang out from his mind.

"Who?" Xiao Zong was shocked.

"What a panic? You would have died long ago without me." The old voice said again, and a gray-clothed old man appeared in front of Xiao Zong's eyes.

"Are you a human or a ghost?" Xiao Zong took two steps back in a row.

The reason he asked this was very simple, that is, the old man who must be very handsome when he was young and has a very stylish old man's legs were not complete, but turned into a faint gray mist.

And the source of this gray mist is my chest.

Xiao Zong took off his chest in surprise and saw the gray mist coming from the jade pendant hanging on his chest.

"I remember this jade pendant is my ancestor..." Xiao Zong said in his heart.

"It seems that you don't quite understand what happened, but I'm too lazy to explain to you." The old man in gray...or Qi Yu naturally didn't have the patience of the old man with him, and explained everything to Xiao Zong in detail.

He reached out and patted Xiao Zong's head. Xiao Zong's eyes rolled, and a large amount of unfamiliar information was directly poured into his mind.

Xiao Zong pressed his head and resisted the urge to scream. After a few minutes, the severe pain that almost burst his head slowly disappeared.

Xiao Zong smiled bitterly, looked at Qi Yu and said, "I said to Mr. Qi, you don't have to use such a rough method to 'tell' me directly."

After accepting the information that Qi Yu forced into, Xiao Zong finally understood what was going on - it was nothing more than that he had a chance to get rid of his idle identity and become a superior person.

Whether it is the Fighting Heaven Pill just now or the Old Qi in front of you, it will become a great help to Xiao Zong's future growth path.

When Xiao Zong thought of this, he almost couldn't help laughing out loud.

Qi Yu was floating in front of Xiao Zong, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he clearly realized that Xiao Zong's luck had begun to change, and it was not a simple "luck".
Chapter completed!