I, the leader of the secret sect, will do great things in the infinite world!

The Kingslayer and Tallulah sang together, it would be better to say that Li Lin's answer did not surprise them at all.

There were still several hours before dawn, and they immediately took a break after finishing their preparations.

"What can I do?"

"Why don't you come and listen to me tell a story?" Li Lin had an idea.

"Forget it, I've heard enough in the afternoon." Tallulah waved her hands quickly.

"Let's play mahjong." Nian came out of a table of mahjong and invited the three of them to come and play.

"Hey—" Li Lin dragged his voice to express his dissatisfaction.

Tallula's skills can only be said to be average, Kingslayer is similar, and Nian is a stinky chess basket, but Li Lin's luck is obvious to all.

The scary thing is that the four of them have no self-knowledge about this, playing mahjong in a circle, you are going back and forth, it can be said that the blood is boiling.

In this happy hour, time passes quietly, and the sky outside the window darkens and lights up again.

They saw no more of the Count's face.

The main thread is over.

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164 Do you want to bribe me? !

Waking up to the world.

Li Lin, who finished the secret realm, woke up from the sofa.

His sleeping position was so distorted that his whole body was in severe pain as if he had been run over by Han Hong's steamroller.

There are two stalks in this sentence, no one can't see it, right?

After a round of Cthulhu Xingyi Fist, Li Lin refreshedly opened the dark green desktop raised in front of him, and checked the income he earned from the secret realm.

It is not very accurate to say that it is income. In essence, it is the reward they get after repairing the scars of history, and it is the embodiment of the stagnation of history itself.

A few secrets, a few influences, and the most important harvest in that secret realm - Allen powder.

The body left by the enlightened immortal in the secret realm has been ground into powder by Nian, which can be used as a very advanced raw material for enlightenment, and it will play a great role in the process of performing spells and rituals.

As a widely used raw material for enlightenment, this dark purple powder is undoubtedly very precious. In the hidden world, its value far exceeds the same weight of gold.

In addition, Nian also plans to ask Teresa Galmier: the "trial" promised by the Night Watch is still far away, which is lamentable.

Li Lin went out and found the forget-me-not sitting in front of the bar doing nothing, which was extremely rare for him.

This scene fell in Li Lin's eyes, and some distortions involuntarily occurred: Damn, can't you find something to do without me here?Beating workers does not look like beating workers, how decent!

Li Lin, who carried forward the spirit of being the master, rushed to the bar and pointed at the forget-me-not: "How can you be lazy at your age? Can you sit still at your age?"

The forget-me-not's expression froze immediately, and then he seemed to remember something, and quickly said to Li Lin: "Snyder has something to do with you."

"What Snape?" Li Lin was a little deaf.

"Schneider, the exile or Sicilian name, which has been abandoned since she was formally accepted as the liquidator's successor."

Forget-me-not explained, "But now she has picked up her past again, um, if it's just to fight against her father and her great enemy, then the price is not too heavy."

"No one can hear the name of that leader without trembling, and in our recorded history Defoer triumphed over his daughter and went on to dominate lifespan trading and underground markets throughout Europe until 1980 when his trace It just disappeared strangely."

Seemingly realizing that he had said too much, Forget-Me-Not quickly brought the topic back: "Anyway, her original words were 'Waiting for you at the old place'."

The old place is naturally Li Lin's house, which is the three-story building where the key hunter lives.

Anyway, you have nothing to do, so it’s good to go and have a look.

When passing by the newspaper office where Benjamin worked, Li Lin started his evil again. He found a bag of banana peels in the trash, used apparition to sneak into Benjamin's office silently, and sprinkled banana peels evenly around the edge of his place.

This practice is rather wicked, but happy.

Thinking of the scene of Benjamin stepping on a banana peel when he came out of the toilet, Li Lin's mood improved from the bottom of his heart.

As for the possibility that Dickens, who worked at the same newspaper, might be accidentally injured... Li Lin never thought about this possibility.

Not out of pity, but Li Lin forgot who Dickens was.

......

When Li Lin opened the door, he found that the exile had already sat down on the sofa.

"Hey bro, that's my position yo." Li Lin protested dissatisfied.

"That's really sorry." The exile said very well, in fact, he didn't intend to move his butt at all, "I'm planning to leave for the next city, and my friend in Algiers sent me a letter .”

"Leaving so soon? How embarrassing." Li Lin's eyes widened, "I'm here, how many days?"

"Of course I won't leave now, my lord..." The exile smiled lowly, and she stretched out her fingers to pluck the tail feather of the crested ibis on her chest, "Vienna is a good city, for me Saying so, but for other liquidators, not so lucky."

"The church, gangsters, underground forces, and Ligeia."

The exile laughed more and more. She bent her hands, leaned her elbows on the armrests on both sides of the sofa, and crossed her fingers in front of her face. "For the liquidators, it is an out-and-out nightmare... ..and after fleeing for so long, it’s time to fight back, right?”

She suddenly looked up at Li Lin, her eyes resting on Li Lin's shoulder.

"Is five years enough, if you help me?"

Li Lin's dead fish eyes slowly turned deep black.

In fact, even if the exile didn't use his life as a bargaining chip, Li Lin would agree to help her. From the moment the exile arrived, the key hunter's identity was bound to her.

But the five-year lifespan is not unreasonable.

Even to buy the president of a country, the real emperor, it only takes less than ten years.

It's not that Li Lin has never obtained things that can prolong life. It is specifically manifested in the horcruxes of Tom Riddle, the great injustice, but they are complicated things.

The esoteric world doesn't approve of this rough transformation, but in the waking world, only the ashes account book notarized by Sichen Xindan is the carrier of lifespan.

If I give you five years of life, I will give you five years. Even if you are dying of illness one second, you will be dying of illness and sitting up in shock the next second, talking and laughing happily for another year.

Li Lin's original origin stone crystal was located on the wrist of his left hand, but his left arm was abolished due to overuse. In the process of being promoted to the second seal, he used the hand-crafted legendary weapon of lamentation to offset the side effects, but this did not Means the eradication of ore disease.

It just moved the location of the lesion, from the wrist of the left hand to the shoulder of the left arm.

"Do you think these can buy me?" Li Lin narrowed his eyes slightly, "I wanted to reprimand you like this, but you gave too much... When will the first batch of liquidators arrive in Vienna? ?”

"They haven't yet. But I can already feel their aura approaching—this is by no means alarmist. When they enter the city, you will naturally feel it, sir."

The exile took out a dusty-looking piece of paper from the suitcase. It felt very strange to the touch, not so much paper as skin.

In Li Lin's data vision, it presents another strange form.

At the end of the white horizon, a gray human figure with empty eyes opened his arms towards the sky. Rays of dawn shot from his facial features in all directions. In the center of the pure white sky, a "1" like ashes was imprinted on it, expanding and shrinking. Not necessarily like a heartbeat.

【Stolen Year】

[A year of someone's generous donation, at least that's written in the ashes ledger. 】

[After using "Stolen Year", the deadline will be postponed by one year! 】

165 Nothing But Three Things

This is a deposit.

Its significance lies in the fact that Li Lin can unscrupulously use the secret technique of releasing the invisible within a year without fear.

What's more, the current version of Li Lin is enough to cause headaches. Master Li with full horsepower...it's unimaginable.

Li Lin put away the ashes ledger calmly: "Let's hunt and kill those who fell into the darkness."

He felt like his blood was boiling.

Let Li Lin's blood boil, probably nothing good will happen.

The exile didn't know that he had let go of a beast hidden in the septic tank: "Please don't be so impatient, my lord... don't you wonder how to use this gift?"

"Ass wipes."

"What?" The exile didn't hear clearly.

"Wipe the wound." Li Lin was sitting upright.

"Oh, that is indeed a method of use, but it is not used to increase life span, but to treat wounds." The exile's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she stretched out her hand to press on her forearm, where there was an unhealed wound.

"Light a portion of the year against the dawn sun, then sprinkle its ashes on the wound and wait for its natural healing."

This is not a way of praying to Thunder Skin to guide the vitality to heal itself, but a way to swear to Xindan and trade at the price of time.

"If you want to increase your lifespan, or delay the arrival of the deadline... my lord." The exile stretched out his finger, attracting Li Lin's attention, "you must symbolize this at dawn. Fill in your real name on the one-year ashes bill, light it, and then put the ashes on your heart."

"Every process must be careful and neat, because those who come before the sun never allow slack."

"The God who came before the sun and went before the sun" is one of Sichen Xindan's honorable names. In brighter times, he was once worshiped as a form of the sun.

All the ministers in charge of the lamps are not kind, and among all the ministers of the lamps, Xindan is especially unkind.

He is outrageously harsh when he asks for what is necessary.

Considering the time factor, Li Lin had better use this ashes money order tomorrow morning.

"Then what should we do now?" Li Lin, who felt a little idle, asked. He was a little itchy and wanted to maintain the crowbar.

"If you don't mind..." The Exile smiled, "We had a long night—"

"Oh!" Li Lin's eyes lit up, and his heart moved.

Night falls.

Li Lin, who was waiting for the dead fish eyes, followed the exiles through the streets and alleys. The smoky alleys were full of thugs and burly men in long suits.

You don't think what will happen between Li Lin and the exiles on this precious night, do you?Please, think with my head that I will not write this kind of paid chapter on the website.

To be precise, the exiles are now offering various conditions and prices to buy local gangsters and energy groups, allowing them to help them stop the liquidator's team at a critical time.

During her time in Vienna, she had had friction and collisions with them in various tasks, but now, these people who had conflicts had been completely overwhelmed by the exiles.

One place after another, she shuttled through resplendent villas, smoky alleys, seemingly ordinary bungalows, or hidden mansions with the scent of citrus.

Until finally, they came to the Vienna police station.

First Class Sergeant Franz Clark of the Vienna Police Department was standing at the door, smoking a Seven Star cigarette. The red flames of the cigarette butts flickered like stars in the night.

When he saw the petite figure of the exile, he reached out and pressed the cigarette butt against the wall.

"We all know what you said." Franz wiped his hands on his clothes, "Bring the things."

"No, Lord Government." The exile smiled and replied impeccably, "You have to wait until someone sees your boss before you can give anything away."

Franz's face twisted slightly, then he nodded and got out of the way: "Go in."

His voice was a little cold.

After seeing Li Lin's figure not far away, his expression became even more ugly: "What are you doing here?"

If an exile just makes Franz feel troublesome, then Li Lin's existence makes people feel indescribable.

"If you ask me and I just answer, then wouldn't it be embarrassing for me." Li Lin answered the wrong question.

"Then let me put it another way... When did you get on board with the exile?" Franz's fingers slightly curled up.

"It's not at this time, I don't know when, I think it's probably in winter." Li Lin almost sang.

Franz's heart sank slightly. This ambiguous answer had already proved that the key hunter had known the exile a long time ago.

"I think you should know the importance and weigh the pros and cons." Franz's eyes were like knives, trying to probe Li Lin's heart through Li Lin's pure black pupils, "There are some things that shouldn't be touched, don't touch them."

In the dim night and the swaying trees, Li Lin turned sideways slightly under the shadow, staring at the police badge flashing in the moonlight. The unique logo of the Vienna Police was like a hazy fog in the night.

Suddenly his voice came from the shadows.

"You were bought by Defoe?"

"I do not know what you're talking about."

Franz said indifferently, "But if you want to criticize me in this way, you are totally wrong."

"You were bought by Defoe."

Li Lin's black pupils looked directly at Franz's brow.

This kind of gaze with slightly raised eyes makes people feel nervous.