I, with a long knife in my hand, can only do one move

Black Rabbit is now completely in a state of being unable to process information.

"Why, is the black rabbit completely stupid there?" Cheng Rang looked at the black rabbit whose eyes had started to circle in a funny way, and took a long time in his arms.

"Hey...I put it here as long as I remember...I found it!"

He took out a parchment document from his pocket.

Cheng Rang held up the parchment in front of the black rabbit and cleared his throat: "Ahem, obey the command power of the contract, black rabbit, I order you to take off this rabbit girl immediately—"

With a puff, Gracefield couldn't stand watching anymore, and immediately jumped up and stabbed Cheng Rang, interrupting his spellcasting.

"Don't use such an important thing for such a boring thing, hey!"

That is Cheng Rang's absolute command over the black rabbit, obtained since the opening of the Fire Dragon Birth Festival.

Of course, he also kept his share with Izayoi.

After being beaten mercilessly by Phil, Cheng Rang covered his bulging cheeks with a swollen nose, and vaguely used the command file to make the black rabbit accept his memory.

The black rabbit who learned the whole story was undoubtedly even more shocked.

Cheng Rang, a member of NoName who joined the guild when it was at its lowest, mysteriously disappeared after making great contributions to the guild, and everyone lost their memory of him, and then returned again.

No wonder when I was sorting through the historical events before NoName, I always felt something strange.There are obviously a lot of doubtful points and loopholes in some places, but I have always ignored them as a matter of course.

It turns out that there has been an extremely powerful partner in NoName from beginning to end!

Under the explanation of the black rabbit who recovered his memory, Yao also understood the whole story of all this, and solved the reason why he would cry inexplicably.

"As expected, the sensitive Yao was the last person to stay in NoName, and even became the leader."

"No... It's just that after Ren disappeared, he was instigated by the black rabbit." After understanding the reason for the unreasonable sense of familiarity when facing Cheng Rang, Yao obviously let go.

With her explanation, Cheng Rang learned the reasons why the other NoName people were running away. In short, each had their own complexities. Some of them were no longer in the small garden, but had gone to

outside world.

NoName has also experienced many battles, but fortunately, Gracefield always comes to help at critical moments.

She seems to be fearless from the beginning. She dares to come and get involved in anyone's game. Anyway, she has the same attitude: I will protect NoName. Even if the guy breaks away from NoName, I will protect him. If you don't accept it, come here. Fuck me!

"Hey, it's my taste." Cheng Rang said with a chuckle.

"That's a must." Gracefield folded his arms proudly, his head almost turned up to the sky, and the stupid hair on the top of his head turned like a propeller.

"Although it is only the leader of a five-figure guild, there is no doubt that the [Blade of Dedicated Hope] held by Miss Phil is an extremely powerful gift, and it can even face enemies that destroy the god level... When I first used it, everyone I was taken aback!"

The black rabbit danced and explained, obviously already a die-hard fan of Miss Phil.

Several people chatted about the past while drinking tea, whether they were happy or sad, they talked about everything.

However, time is short after all, ushered in the moment to say goodbye.

"Phil needs to do me a favor, and he may not be around Hakoba very often in the future."

"Of course, we won't always rely on Miss Phil's strength." Kasukabe Yao seemed to be full of fighting spirit after seeing Cheng Rang.

"Those lost, I will try my best to regain them by myself...and everyone's strength, please rest assured!"

Cheng Rang smiled sassyly, and patted Yao's shoulder vigorously, "Okay, then I will trust you! Come on."

Dazzling eyes firmly nodded.

"I will."

Chapter 52 The Prison of the Soul

Cheng Rang calculated over and over again that whether he was here or back to HL, he would not have much time to stay.

He is about to embark on a journey to the next world.

Everything on the road is scenery, while holding on to the past, we must also welcome the arrival...

He is ready, and he is always ready.

Saying goodbye to Yao and others, the two of them hurried on as quickly as possible, from the lower level of the East District to the West District again**

**Outer Gate, taking Gracefield through the established [Gate], came to the singular point of intersection of the multiverse - Flis.

Faced with a variety of cultures and races, as well as novel objects, which may be more diverse than those in Little Garden, Gracefield showed full curiosity and anticipation.

"I will be the number one here from now on?!"

"Of course... no, I'm the leader, and you're just doing things for me."

Phil immediately revealed a look of disdain: "Hey, we still know what we are doing so clearly. It's different who works for whom?"

"That must be different. I am the boss, and you are the boss's wife." Cheng Rang shook his head.

"Stop farting!"

Cheng Rang then asked, "By the way, how do you feel here?"

"That's great, it's even better than in Little Garden."

Cheng Rang nodded knowingly, "Well, maybe it's because there is a direct passage to Hersharemz Rot, the closer you are to the birthplace of the legend, or the closer the connection, the stronger your power will be."

"Then if I return to HL, won't I become a god in one step?"

"Well, maybe you can think of it that way... After all, your spirit is equivalent to the patron saint of HL. Without you, there would be no Hershalemz Lott now."

"Okay~"

"Forbidden good!"

A hand knife slashed on Phil's forehead, ignoring her subsequent blows and cursing, Cheng Rang led her to the previous high-rise hall.

In the next 10 minutes, Fliss Flea Market set a historical record for the most consecutive transfers of supreme command in the shortest period of time.

Gracefell, who was running around in the magnificent high-tech hall, seemed very excited, and had great interest in the "manager" who completely obeyed his orders.

"Come on, let me watch some pole dancing?"

Should it be said that they are the same person (in a broad sense)?

......

But in the next second, as Cheng Rang's schadenfreude laughter went away, Gracefield, who was knocked dizzy by the application documents piled up on the table as high as a hill, made a regretful sound.

"Cheng Rang, I am #￥%@!@￥?! (Muffling) you (muffling)—an egg%#￥&!"

"This way you won't be so bored that you hang yourself on the chair and dangle around? Now you have a lot of work to do~ Bye!"

"Goodbye? What a waste, come back to me! See if I can kill you with a knife! Cheng Rang, don't leave if you have the guts!"

The girl snapped her teeth and claws and let out a desperate sound, but she couldn't stop Cheng Rang, who had nothing to do, from leaving.

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A Ling wandered aimlessly in the crowded streets, and now she finally got the "freedom" she dreamed of.

The collar around her neck was gone, the handcuffs and shackles were smashed, and the positioning chip in her brain was completely gone. As long as she wanted to, a thought could completely disappear in this world, and no one could find it.

But what's the point of doing that again?

In such a huge world, with no relatives, even all the enemies have been eliminated, and now she can't even find a goal to support her to continue living.

At least when used as a murder weapon

During training, she still had a "goal". Although it was imposed on her by others, it seemed that she had value in this world.

She's been in prison for too long, too long in chains.

Although the body has been completely free, the soul and consciousness are still locked in that mechanized cage, and it is impossible to get out.

Arriving at the weapon shop, Ah Ling dangled the purse that Cheng Rang had given her before leaving, and walked up.

"How much is it?"

"One yuan a box, here and there, including the ones on the side, are all one yuan!"

A shiny flea coin whirled out of A Ling's hand and landed in the stall owner's hand.

The stall owner immediately smiled, stretched out his hand and nodded to A Ling: "You can choose whatever you want! We also support door-to-door delivery, as long as you leave your home address."

"Home...?" Ah Ling was startled, and then said lightly: "I don't have that kind of thing anymore."

The other party also seemed to be embarrassed by this sentence, the man scratched the stubble on his cheek and made a sizzling sound, "Uh, it can be delivered to your place, after all, look, such a big box The weapon plus the ammunition . . . must have weighed two tons."

A Ling came to the container full of weapons, picked up a weapon casually, and loaded it with a click.

.....

If I really died at the gunpoint of the armed group before, it would be a hundred and one hundred...

The cold muzzle of the gun was attached to the chin, and one could feel the sharpness that only belonged to murder weapons penetrated the skin and pierced the spine.

"Hey, this guest! Don't be too hard on yourself, if you want to commit suicide, you should change the place?!"

As if he didn't want to affect the business, or he felt a little regret for A Ling, the rich money owner, the stall owner quickly ran out and pressed the gun she aimed at him.

The moment the muzzle of the gun was pressed, there was a loud bang and fire, and the fatal bullet grazed the tip of Aling's nose and shot towards the dome.

The guests around were only startled for a moment, looked back twice, and then continued to stroll around.

After all, in front of the arms dealer's booth, it's just a normal transaction to test the performance of weapons. As long as you don't kill people, no one cares about how you want to shoot.

The muzzle of the gun in A Ling's hand is facing the sky, and which of the guests wandering around the weapon area is not walking in the line of life and death, their concept of gunshots has long been numb.

"Hey, my guest, why are you so overwhelmed, don't take a gun and commit suicide in front of my booth..."

At this time, another hand came in and pulled the gun out of Ah Ling's hand effortlessly.

Cheng Rang looked at A Ling whose eyes were full of confusion in front of him, and sighed softly: "If you can't think of where else to go, at least go to Hersalemz Rott?"

"Where is that?"

"My home is also Xiaomo's current home. The intersection of the different world and the present world, where there is a diversity that tolerates all races, how about trying to make a home there?"

Cheng Rang handed over a black and gold business card.

【Scranton Foundation, Chairman】

"If you're really tired of living, go here and contact a lunatic named Elaine. At least she can give you more value. Think about it?"

Holding the business card with only a few words and a string of phone numbers and looking at it for a long time, Ah Ling finally nodded slowly.

"Then try it, anyway, I have nowhere to go now..."

After a while, the Fliss flea market will also be closed, waiting for the next 50 years to reopen. It won’t be long here, but once you leave Fliss, there will always be slave traders wandering around in other galaxies. What is the difference between living in hiding like that and being dead?

"Don't be downcast. Maybe you can find many friends in HL. As long as you don't die in those 'peaceful daily lives', you will definitely like it there more and more."

"By the way, human trafficking is prohibited in HL, although it is only prohibited by law... Haha~"

"What do you mean?"

Following Cheng Rang, watching him put in coins, [Gate] opened a space-time rift in the vortex.

The man smiled mysteriously, turned around and said:

"You'll know as soon as you go."

Chapter 53 It's not surprising

As if walking out of a sticky water film, the slight dizziness and suffocation in the mind awakened the moment it touched the air, and the occasional honking and horns of vehicles squeezed into the alley in front of them and echoed in it.

On the rusty air-conditioning rack inlaid on the red brick wall, a few small things with big eyes and wings cast a curious look at A Ling, but they flew into the air the moment she looked over.

"Welcome to Hersharemz Rot."

Cheng Rang, who was leading him through the Gate in front of him, stretched out his arms. Behind him, a strange city shrouded in fog lay outside the narrow alley, as if waiting for him to explore.

Cheng Rang walked with ease, because he had returned to the place he was most familiar with, and A Ling followed behind him, shrugging his shoulders slightly.

Walking gradually from the dark alley, when the cracks between the buildings gradually cannot cover the whole picture of the city, take the last step - the whole world seems to suddenly open up.

Humans, aliens, high-tech vehicles, biological vehicles, and even old classic cars all appeared on the same street at the same time.

A complex of American-style buildings that can be seen everywhere on the walls

colorful doodles.With just one glance, Ah Ling could spot neon signs in at least three different languages.