Sundering Nature:

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Prologue

On the top of the towering iron tower, a thin man stood quietly, tank top shorts, flip-flops, a red and blue woven bag hanging on his shoulders, and a cigarette that was about to be extinguished between his fingers.

The man stared at the brightly lit night view of the city, spitting out the cigarette he inhaled, a trace of melancholy appeared on his plain and calm face, flicking between his fingers, the cigarette **** in his hand drawn a lonely arc, flashing Flew to the night sky, quickly extinguished in the high-altitude cold wind.

The man lifted the woven bag on his shoulders in his hand, and raised his right foot in flip-flops at will, and stepped forward from the top of the 100-meter-high iron tower, towards the cold night sky, his figure twisted, and then appeared again. , Has been standing on the ground under the iron tower.

The slippers have an irregular rhythm, and they walk calmly in front of the ground. While walking, the man took out an empty plastic bottle and walked aside casually.

Fuck! With a soft sound, a black spot in the darkness fell into the small mouth of the bottle, and it was the cigarette **** that the man had flew on the top of the tower before.

Throwing the empty bottle with cigarette butts into the trash can by the side of the road, the lonely figure disappeared into the darkness.

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At the same time, a secret room in this city.

The dim light hits the expensive marble round table. A middle-aged man in an expensive suit frowned, his fingertips tapping the tabletop rhythmically.

"What is he doing?" The middle-aged man murmured to the empty secret room, raised his hand to pick up a bottle of vodka on the table, and slowly poured himself half a glass, holding a glass. The hand turned slightly, the brown vodka shook evenly in the cup, and a layer of white mist gradually rose on the extension of the glass. During the period, the wine exuded a bit of coldness. The man drank the vodka in his hand in one gulp and turned his eyes to the table in front of the round table. An empty chair.

"It shouldn't be directed at us, otherwise, with his temper, the door was opened in the morning." A voice came from the empty chair without warning, feminine, charming, and lazy like a moan. Looking at the chair again, it is still empty.

"If it's just passing by, it's been two days, is there something he cares about here?" The middle-aged man was accustomed to the strangeness that appeared in front of him, and he said again in doubt.

"What is he going to do, where is we able to guess." The soft voice seemed weak.

"Anyway, order to go on, everyone stops what they are doing, hides on the spot, don't try to approach him, let alone explore anything, it is impossible for any of our actions to escape his perception. "The middle-aged man poured himself a glass again. Just like before, the vodka at room temperature stayed in his hand slightly, and a trace of coldness remained in the glass.

"The plan..."

"The plan can't be stopped. This is a change of fate. Once it is started, stopping halfway is equivalent to abandoning all previous efforts. From now on, you personally stare at the test subject. We have been preparing for this plan for 30 years, and there is no room for error. ."

"But here he is, the way of heaven..." The woman hesitated.

"Tian Dao doesn't care about him, it can't control it. And our previous preparations are enough to hide Tian Dao, you can focus on the subject, try not to make mistakes."

"Okay, I hope no accidents happen." The sound of the high heels hitting the ground came out, and it faded away, and there were no other noises in the empty seats.

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At the same time, in a small coastal town far away, a man in a Taoist robe sat cross-legged in a dilapidated rental house. The man had handsome features, a strong body, a refreshing and handsome head, but his firm cheeks were elegant. .

Three objects were placed on the ground in front of the man, the tip of a broken knife, a broken cyan gourd, and a broken mask tied with a yellow ribbon.

The man slowly raised his hand, his palm squirmed, and a delicate and small sword slowly drilled out of the man's palm, brilliance introverted, crystal clear, like a jade polished sword hilt rubbing Tai Chi, like a jade carved The sword body is densely covered with runes.

"Almost, that day is coming soon. I don't want him to lie to me, but if what he said is true, what is all of our past?" The man stared at the long sword suspended in his palm and said nothing for a long time. Finally, he fixed his gaze on the old remnants of soldiers on the ground in front of him. The complex emotions were beyond words.

(End of this chapter)

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