Brother Fei’s seemingly innate ability...
It's hard to tell whether it's related to persecutory paranoia.
But he can indeed distinguish the changes in Moyu before and after, and can definitely feel the difference.
From the initial feeling that Moyu was not easy to mess with, to the feeling that Moyu was dangerous more than an hour ago, and finally at this moment more than an hour later, I felt the oppression from Moyu like a majestic shadow.
While experiencing the changes, Brother Fly seemed to have witnessed Moyu's process from weak to strong.
At least from Moyu's perspective, Brother Fly's senses about him are indeed distinguished based on changes in his strength.
However, it seems unreasonable to judge the danger based solely on the increase in strength.
Because there is no grievance or enmity, even if his strength becomes stronger in a short period of time, why can he pose a threat to Brother Fly?
perhaps……
What Brother Fei "saw" might not only be a change in strength, but also something deeper... something.
Moyu believes that Brother Fly is a rare talent.
If Brother Ying can learn to read, and thus fully activate this innate ability based on reading, a very interesting ability may be born.
Although he has this idea, Moyu will not rushly instill these things into Brother Ying.
"Leave your contact information?"
Moyu took out his phone, looked at Brother Fly and asked with a smile.
Brother Fly was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and it took him two seconds to react.
"No problem, just follow my brother's orders."
He hurriedly took out his mobile phone and quickly gave his communication number.
Moyu dialed the communication number reported by Brother Ying, and waited for the incoming call sound on Brother Ying's phone before hanging up.
"Brother Fei, right? I heard they all call you that."
Opening the communication records, Moyu saved the number and typed Brother Fly's name.
However, Brother Fly noticed this and said quickly: "Brother, don't, don't, Brother Fly, it's all those idiots who are shouting and yelling. You, just call me little fly."
"Little fly?"
Moyu raised his eyebrows, looked at Brother Fly with strange eyes, and asked, "Are you sure?"
"Sure and sure!"
Brother Ying nodded sharply and said with an apologetic smile: "All the big guys in the gang call me that, which sounds very friendly."
"good."
Seeing Brother Fly's explanation, Moyou noted the name as Little Fly.
"They say many friends lead to many paths. I might ask you for help in the future. Of course... don't worry about remuneration."
"Brother is joking. If you don't care about anything in the future, as long as my little fly can help, I won't have any problem."
"I understand the rules and won't let you work for nothing."
Moyu stood up slowly and said calmly: "That's it, see you later."
After saying that, Moyu simply turned around and left.
I thought about changing Brother Ying's sense of myself, but I felt it was pointless.
Save your contact information first, there will always be opportunities for more in-depth contact later.
Moyu leaves the bar.
Brother Ying slumped on the chair, his back already wet with sweat.
no way.
Although he understood that Moyu had no ill intentions towards him, sitting face to face still gave him great pressure.
But the strange thing is...
After saving each other's contact numbers, the dangerous aura emanating from Moyu's body weakened at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"what happened……"
Brother Ying looked at the bar door, thinking with a sad face.
He vaguely felt that the unspeakable dangerous aura he suddenly felt from Moyou might be because Moyou would pose a fatal threat to him at some point in the "future".
Now that we have kept each other's contact numbers, we have established a basic friendship from now on.
As a result, the dangerous aura began to gradually weaken, which also meant that Moyu's threat to him became smaller.
"Anyway...no matter what...you must not provoke him...and you must find a way to build a good relationship..."
Brother Fly took a long breath and thought in his heart.
....
Los Santos, somewhere in an alleyway.
A wisp of thought power like catkins disappeared in mid-air.
At one end of the alleyway, Pyoen flashed over, and at the other end of the alleyway, Kang Zai's figure quickly emerged.
Then, the two people who surrounded him saw the telepathy disappearing in mid-air.
"Do you see clearly?"
Pyorn walked quickly towards the place where the telekinesis disappeared.
At the other end of the alley, Kang Zai also walked quickly towards Pyoen, nodded and said: "Well, it's a mind beast."
"Yes, it is most likely a detection type of mind beast, but..."
Pyorn raised his hand to his chin and frowned: "Who could it be? What are the motives and reasons?"
"Whoever he is!"
Kang Zai's fists collided hard and he said fiercely: "If you dare to show up again next time, see how I deal with him!"
"..."
Pyorn glanced at Kang Zai and shook his head without any trace.
suddenly. .jújíá?y.??m
The cell phone in Pyoern's pocket rang.
It's the sound of an incoming text message.
Pyorn quickly took out his mobile phone and immediately saw a text message sent by Moyo.
"where?"
"In front of Shell Clothing Store."
"almost there."
Pyorn glanced at Moyu's reply and immediately put away his phone.
"Is it that guy Kester?"
Kang Zai saw it and asked casually.
Pyorn nodded.
"whispering sound."
Kang Zai said angrily: "The guy who disappears all the time, actually knows how to contact you."
"Stop complaining, go to the clothing store outside the alley and wait for Kester to come over."
Pyorn turned and walked toward the alley.
Seeing this, Kang Zai could only restrain his resentment and follow Pyorn.
They came to the door of the Shell Service Store.
About twenty minutes later.
Moyu rushed to the Shell Clothing Store to meet Pyoun Kangzai.
Ignoring Kang Zai's dissatisfaction written on his face, Moyu looked at Pyoen and asked, "Is there any progress?"
"Fifty-one prisoners were caught and dealt with on the spot."
Pjorn wrote lightly.
Their main task when dispatched to Los Santos was to deal with the many threatening prisoners who escaped from Fox River Prison, and to investigate the reasons in the process.
And while running around in Los Santos at night, he had only caught fifty-one prisoners so far.
However, compared to those who went for the bounty, her and Kang Zai's achievements were very dazzling, but this kind of thing is not worth mentioning.
Pjorn was about to mention the mind beasts monitoring them.
However, Kang Zai suddenly took over the topic and asked, "Kester, what about you? You can't just disappear for a whole night without doing anything, right?"
"I didn't count carefully."
Mo You glanced at Kang Zai and said calmly: "I'll kill about two hundred of them."
"?"
Kang Zai was startled when he heard this.
Their information channel was connected to the local police's alarm hotline, and so far they have only been able to identify fifty-one prisoners.
But this guy Kester...
Uncover two hundred of them without saying a word?
Kang Zai silently doubted life, but he did not doubt the authenticity of Moyu's words at all.
About chasing prisoners or something.
Pyoen didn't care as much as Kang Zai, and told Moyu about the mind beast that was secretly watching them.
"oh?"
After listening to Pyoorn's account, Moyo subconsciously thought of the unknown persons who attacked Fox River Prison.
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he meets someone he knows, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There was no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.
To this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and he is expected to eventually become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possessing the memory of a previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that were full of chills, the attic here seemed to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The aroma of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, causing him to frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Demon-Suppressing Division.
.jujiazy.
