Wayne, who didn't know that he was being targeted, still used District 4 as his hunting ground.

The former psychological disorder has also become numb under Yu Sheng, who has murderous thoughts, people will change, especially after experiencing so many things, not to mention that from the beginning, he was psychologically prepared in this regard.

After the Enma Knife underwent a hundred slashes, the originally black blade was faintly coated with a thin layer of red, which was the color of blood, which also made it gradually begin to develop towards the trend of the Demon Knife.

Wayne also discovered that the wounds cut by using the Enma Knife could not heal, and would make people bleed non-stop, even if they were extremely self-healing, so this was why he killed the S-class mew so smoothly.

It's just that the changes in the Enma Knife still make Wayne a little worried. Holding a demon knife is not a good thing, such as those demon knives that are famous in neon, which one does not have the name of the master?

It's just that the current fit with the Enma Knife allows Wayne's combat power to multiply, making it difficult for him to give up, and in a short period of time, he will not easily give up the Enma Knife, of course, when he steps into the supreme realm, it will be difficult to say.

Without further ado, Wayne had planned to return to his temporary hotel since he came out of the New Men's Bar, and his spare time was not abundant, and he lived like a Puritan without the wine and wealth of ordinary people.

Such people are generally very boring in their daily lives, after all, they have lived too purposefully.

It's just that today is destined to have Wayne encounter something, and as I said, Tokyo is too small.

Taking the subway, you feel the crowd as soon as you get on the bus, and it is true that most of the neon traffic is in the subway, and the office workers and student parties occupy the main part, plus a bunch of people returning home from the entertainment street.

Wayne, who doesn't like to be noisy, couldn't help but frown, although his killing intent made people close to him uncomfortable and allowed him to have a comfortable space, but the noise was too loud and couldn't help but make him feel irritated.

This is the sequelae of too much murderous intent, which will make the emotions not so easy to control.

Taking a deep breath, silently reciting the method of calming the qi, resisting the urge to draw a knife and slash indiscriminately, the noise in his ears disappeared in an instant, and he fell into his own cultivation world on the subway, allowing the quiet qi to start running as the dominant force.

The process of all this seemed to be very smooth, but the sudden sudden braking caused Wayne to be hit the back, so that he couldn't help but withdraw from this cultivation, and his previous efforts were completely useless.

The rather cold eyes looked back, and there was a pair of surprised eyes.

After looking at each other for a while, Wayne withdrew his eyes, it was just a child in front of him, and he didn't need to worry about anything with the other party.

He looks like he is only about 13 years old, with long green hair like seaweed and messy, a round face, and a delicate appearance, which does not look outstanding, nor is it the kind that is unforgettable at a glance.

I think it's a junior high school student in the neighborhood, right?

It was strange why he was thinking about the girl, but Wayne felt a constant gaze on his back, obviously from the girl who had bumped him.

Isn't frowning and resisting the urge to leave considered a retreat?

In this way, the two sides were deadlocked for six stops, and Wayne, who arrived at the place, could finally breathe a sigh of relief, but who would have thought that the girl got off the train at the same station as him.

One tall and one short, looking up and down, the girl suddenly spoke, "Why force yourself?" Obviously, the will in his heart is not as restrained as he has shown, so what is the purpose of restraint? ”

Wayne was stunned, such an opening statement caught him a little off guard, if he didn't bother to answer, then a sentence about your could be solved, but after thinking about it, he still chose to think seriously, maybe because of the curiosity in the girl's eyes.

"If you don't refrain from doing it, you will regret what you do, because you don't want to regret it, so you choose to refrain from it, and of course you can think of it as a disguise. It's like... Everyone has a mask on their face. ”

The girl thought to herself and said to herself, "So, this can also be seen as a struggle of human nature, so as long as you think it is right and you don't regret it, can you do it?" ”

"Then it depends on whether it's worth it for you, after all, everything you feel needs to be judged by yourself."

It's strange why he would say this to a strange girl, but after saying this, the inexplicable Wayne's mood is much better, probably because he doesn't know how to say something, and he doesn't know who to say it, but now it's an opportunity.

The girl asked a lot of questions, there are not a few about human nature, and the questions are more acute than the other, she seems to treat Wayne as a psychologist, if it weren't for the fact that her experience is not shallow, maybe Wayne would have been asked a long time ago.

After getting the answer she wanted, the girl finally closed her mouth with satisfaction and whispered thank you.

There was no goodbye or name, and it seemed that the intersection between the two was limited to that.

They turned around very tacitly, as if two people who didn't know each other in a big city were chatting at a time, and after chatting, they continued their lives with each other, and then there would be no intersection.

Wayne stretched his waist, and in a good mood, he decided not to hunt tonight, maybe he could try something else.

On the other side, the girl took out a scribbled notebook from the backpack behind her, and after tearing off the remaining clean and taking some pages, on the first line, she wrote the title "Black Goat's Egg" with a bold black pen.

"Struggling, wandering, changing, symbolizing the pure egg laid by the evil black goat, at the moment of gradual deterioration, the blood-colored flower that blooms, well... It's a good theme..."