The sharp edge of the blade cut through the sky, and the soft insects fell down like a heavy rain.

The giant bugs collapsed, and the whole world seemed to be squirming and collapsed.

The blast's expression was still frozen in the previous stunned eyes. He stared foolishly as the young young man in front of him jumped down from the air, stood firm in front of him, and seemed to have not recovered from such a huge amount of information.

The slender young man patted the broken insect corpse on his cuffs in an understatement, and the huge crescent sickle in his hand turned into light and smoke and disappeared.

Ye Jia walked to the dull blast, kindly reached out his hand and shook it in front of the other party's eyes: "Hey, I'm coming back to my senses."

blast's eyes moved stiffly, and focused on the young man in front of him one by one. He seemed to suddenly pull away from his empty brain, and took a few steps back, pointing at Ye Jia tremblingly: "You, you, you!"

Yejia: “…”

He was startled by the other party's violent movements, and then reached out and pinched his nose with some headache: "No, have you not accepted the facts for such a long time?"

blast jumped up like a cat with a burnt tail and shouted in disbelief: "Do you think you've used it for a long time just now?"

The terrifying bug just now had no power to fight back at all, okay?

As soon as he said that he had praised the other party unconsciously. He quickly shook his head hard, as if he wanted to shake something out of his mind: "No!"

He took a deep breath and asked in an incredible tone: "So...you, ace?"

Ye Jia had no expression on his face: "Have you just reacted now?"

blast:"…"

I feel like you are despising my IQ.

"Of course not!" He jumped into the pain point as if he was poked and said, "I, I just can't believe it!"

Suddenly, blast gasped: "So, you've been acting us from the beginning?"

From the Supernatural Administration extinguishing the yin fire, to the lies made up in the conference room, to the hostage performance that was powerless when he just entered the ghost world, everyone was deceived, and no one was suspicious of him!

blast widened his eyes and looked at Ye Jia with great fear in thought: "You, the fuck..."

——That harmless look was actually performed?!

What a fucking scary man!

The red-haired young man in front of him seemed to realize something. He stared at the other party with a pale face, looking full of horror, as if he saw some beast.

Yejia: “…”

He didn't really want to know what strange things the other person was thinking about in his mind.

"Ahem, by the way..." blast took a deep breath, then said with some inadequate momentum: "I, I want to find you to have a game again!"

Yejia pointed calmly behind him: "Here?"

Since the huge bug began to shatter, the whole world began to fall apart, the buildings fell and the ground collapsed, and everything turned into a small swarm of insects that were squirming wildly, mixed in colorful colors, like a huge whirlpool mud.

blast seemed to notice the swarm of insects around him. His little face turned pale, and his arrogant arrogance just now suddenly faded: "It's okay to go out, it's okay to go out."

Yejia glanced at him with a smile.

He raised the omniscient eye before his eyes, and a door lit up somewhere not far away.

Ye Jia put away the small stone and pointed in that direction: "Go..."

The young man's body was agile and light, and he jumped out a few meters in an instant. Don't throw the blast behind him and trembled, and hurriedly followed: "Hey! Wait for me!"

Soon, the two of them arrived near the door.

Blast looked desperate. Along the way, I don’t know how many small insects were killed by stepping on his feet. The sticky and soft touch could still be felt even in his shoes. It gave him a hundred thousand spiritual hits, a person who is afraid of insects.

There is no harm without comparison.

From this perspective, the insects raised by Chen Qingye are not that disgusting...

Ye Jia suddenly stopped, turned his head to look at blast, and said casually: "Oh, by the way, don't say anything after you go out."

blast:"!"

This bad man is still ready to continue to lie!

He said bluffingly: "Why should I promise you! How can you do to me?"

Yejia had no expression on his face: "Then I will leave you here."

blast:"…"

He turned his head and looked at the bug world behind him, his expression slightly distorted.

You are cruel!

He gritted his teeth and said, "If you don't say it, don't say it..."

Ye Jia curled the corners of his lips and raised his smile sincerely and harmlessly: "What about our past grudge?"

blast took a deep breath slowly and surrendered: "You, you saved my life this time, just write it off."

Ye Jia smiled slightly: "Be good..."

blast wanted to cry without tears.

That Chen Qingye is definitely lying. Ace is a good person?! How could he be a good person?!

The standard villain with evil taste is right!

Yejia reached out to open the door and walked out with blast.

The door closed behind him with a clang, and he found himself standing in the dark green hall again.

Yejia turned his head and found that the door frame and blast had all disappeared.

He raised his omniscient eye and swept quickly in the hall - one of the places at the banquet table was empty, the shadow of the original shadow had disappeared, and the dark hair connected thereafter became dry, like straw, pressing against the floor and wall, and the rest was no different from before.

It seems that blast has left.

After confirming that this was effective, Ye Jia curled his lips and walked towards the door behind the second chair.

As soon as he opened the door, he suddenly thought he was back in the game.

It's obvious here is a punishment copy in the game.

Broken limbs, blood, monsters.

The sky was stained with blood and the ground was filled with corpses, and it was almost impossible to see its original appearance. Its distorted and pale face, and its dark and turbid eyes were fixedly looking towards the sky.

The sound of war came from afar.

The roar of monsters, the clanging sound of weapons, and the deafening gunshots were all mixed together, which was really a nauseating familiarity.

Ye Jia narrowed his eyes slightly and walked towards the direction where the sound came.

I saw that in the center of the world stained with blood, a whole team launched a crazy attack on one person. Each of them had pale faces and a terrifying expression, and were accompanied by terrifying fatal injuries: "It's all you! If it weren't for you, how could we die!"

Wu Su struggled to withstand their attack, but he was obviously at a disadvantage and retreated steadily under their offensive.

Although he was covered in bruises, he still cursed in anger: "Fuck! You are not as good as others! Why do you blame me?"

At this moment, a lazy and clear voice came from the depths of the battlefield: "Is that true?"

Yejia: "?"

Wait, why do you feel that this sound is so familiar?

Everyone on the field stopped the offensive in an instant, then slowly made way out, and a figure walked out of the darkness.

Wu Su gasped heavily, and when he saw the visitor, he widened his eyes in shock: "!"

Ye Jia also widened his eyes: "!"

The young man in a hood walked slowly from behind the corpses, his facial features were hidden under the shadows, and only a smile on his lips was clearly visible, mocking and cold: "Then let me see what level you are, a waste."

Yejia: “…”

This is slander! I have never said such a thing!

The phantom of a huge sickle appeared in the young man's hand, and then he attacked Wu Su without mercy. Wu Su was obviously unable to do so and retreated step by step. He gritted his teeth: "I'm not a waste!"

A nearly crazy look flashed in his eyes. He reached out and took out a bullet with a blood-colored mark from his pocket. During the interval of dodging, he pressed it into the chamber with a click.

Just as Wu Su was about to raise his gun—

He felt a heavy blow coming from behind his head, with precise force and mercilessness.

The man's eyes turned dark and he fell down softly.

A pair of pale and slender hands caught him firmly behind him.

The ace, wearing a hood and holding a sickle, stopped the attack and stared at the young man who suddenly appeared in front of him, as if he was wondering something.

Ye Jia lowered his eyes and placed Wu Su, who had fallen into a coma, flattened the ground.

Then, he straightened up and looked at himself opposite him.

Two young men stood face to face on a wasteland full of broken limbs and blood. They were similar in shape and dressed differently, one holding a sickle and the other holding a bare hands.

A phantom of a weapon appeared in Yejia's palm, and then a crescent moon sickle that was exactly the same as the other party appeared in his hand.

He moved his neck, his light-colored eyes were filled with cold sneers, and a similarly sarcastic curve was raised by his lips: "Let me see how much you can imitate."
To be continued...