Heroic Death System

In a coffee bar near the city hall, you can sit in a window and browse the web while you relax for coffee.

Tap anywhere to open a newly released post titled "Little Guys, Today Downtown Fort Yashire Shows Up Frisbee, Check it out!!!", click in and take a look, but almost didn't spray the coffee out, because the post was exactly what he was driving today. However, due to the speed of the car at the time, the video was recorded for only a few seconds.

But the all-powerful internet, underneath a dozen floors of water, was replenished with a video that could be connected to the main building, about a dozen seconds long. In the video, buoyancy cars that can still be driven are like a black lightning bolt, twisting and swiftly passing through scaly buildings. Initially, most people didn't see exactly what was playing in the video until a master split the scene, clearly presenting the route, angle, and various high-difficulty techniques of driving the car.

The so-called difference in millimetres is ridiculous. Every time this car turns, flips, drifts and so on, the timing is exquisite. It's amazing to see, it's a magic trick!

[I kneel!

[Grand God, please take my knee!

[This is a super car trick to play with Death God.

[Cool, please, pickpocket owner, I'm going to the master!

[... If I'm not mistaken, that license plate seems to be the adult.

[It turns out... only a driver like God is worthy of that godlike adult.

……

I learned that the car was the seat of Lu Xiufan, and the heat of the post soared. It can be seen that Lu Xiufan's reputation in P Min is still quite high, and the driver with him has also been deified.

He was watching vigorously and suddenly felt someone approaching him. He looked up and saw only two truly strong men coming to his desk, standing on his left and right sides.

Jean-Claude didn't say anything, just look at their hands hidden under their clothes - the gun understood.

On the first day as Lu Xiufan's driver, he laid down two shots in a row. No wonder the system divides the world into difficult worlds, so long as it follows Lu Shufan, the minute could be firecracker dust.

“Please come with us.” The strong man with the gun pointed at Sankoh coldly threatened.

Keep the cup close to the table without any expression on your face.

“Hurry up!” The strong man lowered his voice and his eyes flashed a fierce light.

Standing up slowly, Yu Guang quickly swept through the corridor behind the strong man, no one was empty. Good! He looked at the moment he got up, his hands quickly grabbed the strong man's gun hand, twisted around, snatched his □ □, then kicked his foot to his point, pushed his head hard against the coffee cup on the table with his opposite hand, only heard a click, the strong man was ruined by broken glass scum, hurting him to scream.

Another strong man reacted, just about to raise his gun, but the gun in Jean-Claude's hand stood next to his throat.

“You...” Zhuanghan wanted to threaten him in vain, who knew that he had not been given a chance to speak at all, a gun butt heavily hit his forehead and knocked him unconscious.

Then he dialed Lu Xiufan's number.

Lu Xiufan is discussing the attack today with the security section. The other party is using an unmanned vehicle. Although the wreckage of a buoyant car was found, the attacker could not be identified.

One sheriff sighed: "It would be nice to catch one or two active criminals. ”

Shortly after the voice went down, Lu Xiufan received a call from Shanko: [Sir, I caught two bandits at the XX coffee bar, please send someone to collect them.

Five minutes later, Lu Xiufan arrived at the coffee bar with more than a dozen guards, only to see Shang sitting quietly on the couch, holding his chin together, looking out the window at the street view, the whole person bathed in the warm sun, as if coated with a light layer of gold sand.

Two black hands - a gun and more than a dozen gold bullets - were placed neatly on the table.

Under the table, the two strong men stacked together, half lying still on the couch opposite him, obviously no one knew.

The guards immediately went forward and walked away with a strong man. Before leaving, they were curious to measure a few eyes. Seeing him neat and generous, like a noble son of honor, it was completely inconceivable that he had just dried down two trained strong men with ease.

“Are you all right?” Lu Xiufan approached Shangkou, looked around at him and finally landed on his face.

“It's okay." Jean turned his head and looked at him calmly.

The man was almost one head taller than him, his eyes as sharp as a blade, combined with a robust body, gave a strong sense of oppression. No wonder so many feared him, not only because of his identity and duties, but also because of his own temper, which was extremely lethal.

“Follow me to the city hall and don't act alone again.” Lu Xiufan has never been able to keep people around him, but anyone close to him could be the target of an enemy shoot-to-kill. He thought he'd wait for him in the city hall lounge and didn't expect him to come here for coffee. The man he hired this time seemed a little different.

Shannon had no objection, followed Lu Xiufan away from the coffee bar.

Lu Xiufan walked in front of him, listening to the sound of the footsteps behind him, suddenly he felt that such a adherent seemed to be good. Not only does he know how to handle trauma, he also has superior driving skills and good hands. More importantly, he was not afraid of himself at all, nor did he know that no one had dared to live with him like a normal person for years.

He has also been in contact with a number of adherents in the past, and although they have no feelings, in the face of him, there will still be abnormal reactions of exclusion, restraint, alienation and so on, far from being comfortable.

The two bandits that could be caught provided a number of clues to Lu Xiufan and others, believing that it would take less than a few days to pull out the mastermind.

After a busy day, it was not until nightfall that Lu Xiufan could be returned to the villa. Nantes and Yin Chi did not follow him this time, but switched to two other Royal Guards.

“Master, you're back.” Housekeeper Flynn took over Lu Shufan's coat, laughing, “I told the cook to prepare dinner. ”

"" Not hungry, "replied Lu Xiufan. ”

After that, he walked straight into his bedroom.

“Did something happen today?” Flynn asked Sankoh.

“No.” He could cross the butler and learn to land Xiufan and go indifferently.

Flynn was so depressed, it was enough to have a stuffy gourd master at home, now there is another stuffy gourd assistant, can future life be better?

Jean-Claude went back to her room to take a bath and lay in bed for a while suddenly felt something was wrong.

Ah! I was just worried about being cold, he hasn't eaten yet.

Check it out, it's over 10pm. He patted himself on the forehead, jumped out of bed and went out toward the kitchen.

At this time, the cook is asleep and can only feed himself. Good thing you have a cook in your hand, you can always satisfy your appetite. Nor was he going to cook too complicated a meal, stir-fried rice, served with a bowl of warm stomach soup and two cool, refreshing dishes.

Sit on the steps outside the kitchen and enjoy his dinner quietly as you admire the lovely evening.

“What are you eating?” At this moment, a low voice suddenly came from behind.

The meal has not been swallowed yet. It can only be temporarily contained in the mouth. Stand up and face the people.

Lu Xiufan saw that he could stand on the stairs with a plate, his cheek was a bit swollen, and his lips were covered with rice pellets. Although there was no expression on his face, it looked so cute, like a cat who was inadvertently found eating and thus calming.

“Anything else?” Lu Xiufan asked.

“Hmm?” Jean reacted for a while before realizing he was asking about stir-fried rice, so he replied, "No, sir, if you want to eat, I'll stir-fried another one for you. ”

“Mmm.” Lu Xiufan nodded, flanked his body and let him pass, then walked up to the steps he had just sat on and bent down.

Stir fried rice quickly and walked out of the kitchen with a plate, but saw Lu Xiufan sitting alone on the stairs with a straight back. Looking at the night sky like a sculpture, I didn't know what to think.

Jean-Claude suddenly felt that this man was lonely. He would love to be with him and share solitude with him. But how many times did he meet this man, how many times did he suffer the loss of his loved one? Instead of constantly experiencing this suffering, perhaps it is better to remain alone.

In this world, he is doomed to die and will not survive the age of 35, even if he has accomplished three missions. In that case, don't bother him anymore. For him, it's enough to stay close to him and know he's all right.

Shan can converge his mind, walk to Lu Xiufan and hand him the plate.

“Thank you," said Lu Xiufan, then started enjoying it with a plate.

After just taking a bite, he paused and accelerated his feeding. Served with cold dishes, fried rice for two was resolved by him in a few minutes.

Jean could pack his plate and serve him another bowl of warm stomach soup.

Lu Xiufan held the soup bowl, his palms were warm. He looked down at Sangkou around him. At night, he seemed different than during the day, just like the soup in his hand, it was light and light, yet warm.

He retracted his gaze and slowly drank the soup, enjoying the rare tranquility.

I don't know why, I always thought today's fried rice was delicious, and I could eat it for two more people - Lu Xiufan was caught up in the hard choice of whether or not to let Shan help him fry another one.

Finally, he chose to remain silent and continue to be a noble, ungreedy king.

That night, he had a dream, and Jean dressed in an apron and prepared him a table of golden fried rice... (Jean-Claude: A little good!

“Master, do you look well today?” Ferrin came to his bedroom with the clothes he had prepared for Lu Xiufan and saw him standing by the window with his eyebrows wide open, with a little less serenity and a little more peace.

“Mm-hmm." Lu Xiufan did not turn back, holding his hands on the window sill, looking out the window.

Ferrin looked at him and realized that he was not looking at the view of the garden, but at the people in the garden.

Only Sankoh was helping the gardener to graft the flowers by the garden, his hands stained with dirt and his movements were so skilful that he seemed to be better at taking care of the flowers than the gardener.

Ferrin was a bit novel in the dark, and the contractor hired this time was truly all-powerful and did everything he could.

He wanted to exaggerate a few words, but saw the master look at Sankoh with a zeal and focus he had never seen before.

Ferrin was intimately surprised, didn't the master... No, it wouldn't. Knowing his status, he could never let himself fall into a tragic affair.

Flynn doesn't mind Coco's sex, but he does mind his life span.

Look again, the master has never touched a person, perhaps just a delusion.

Filin so comforted himself, then said to Lu Xiufan: "Master, it's late, please change. ”

“Hmm.”

After breakfast, you can continue to be a driver and take Lu Xiufan to the city hall. Over the next few days, Lu Xiufan will take Shanko with him wherever he goes. Since the last car crash, the name "Car God” has been spread among the Royal Guard. I admire seeing him get along so well with Lu Xiufan. Though it is always a thousand miles away, there are still many who want to be close to him.

It was not until they inadvertently learned of the identity of his keeper that the flag drummed.

Everyone knows that a contractor has no feelings, and even if you pull your heart out, you won't get any response. Most people are accustomed to treating the adherent as a robot, looking for them when things go wrong, and ignoring them when things go right.

Yet this is the case today, when Lu Xiufan handled his business, he was left idle, and the people around him often came and went, but none of them talked to him.

Can't help but think, does the keeper really have no feelings? Can they really remain indifferent to outsiders for too long? Don't you feel pain because you can't feel it?

It is felt that this is in itself a pain, a pain that can never be divulged.

Because they may not even know if they are alive and why they live...