Alfored, the youngest piano master in the world today, is coming out of the office after completing his day's work. He serves as deputy dean in the academy.

This music school is very old, with a history of more than two hundred years. The teacher's office is an old bungalow, each with a separate room, with a lamp pole in front of the door hanging with glass oil lamps, moss marks on the short steps, flower pots on both sides of the path paved with pebbles, and flowers carefully carved by the gardener are in full bloom. A sandy and gravel road more than two meters wide crosses the office, and there is a small cherry forest on the other side of the road, and there is a bench of logs under several large cherry trees on the side of the road.

Alfored casually pulled up the office door and nodded to the passing students with a smile. He hummed the tune of piano music easily and walked down the steps almost like a flying one.

After stretching his arms, Alfored walked across the path and came to the main road.

The man who was originally sitting on the log bench suddenly put down the newspaper in his hand and smiled and shouted, "Mr. Alfored?"

After a moment of stasis, Alfored turned his head and happened to see the young man smiling at him. The man was throwing the newspaper on the ground and standing up. With a tall and straight body, Alfored probably thought he was at least one head taller than him. His long flowing hair was spread on his shoulders. There was no wind at this time, but his long hair was still floating slowly, very strange. His face...

Alfored looked at the face with almost stunning appreciation. Few of Orientals have such swords and carvings that are perfectly like the outline of a statue. This is a face that can become an international superstar.

A perfect face had a bright smile, and his smile was very contagious. Alfored smiled relaxedly, and he nodded and replied, "Yes, who are you?"

"It doesn't matter who I am." Feng Yuan tilted his head and walked towards Alfored easily. He asked softly, with a strange guttural voice: "Is your fiancée Chinese?"

Alfored took a step back vigilantly, and he said in a deep voice: "I'm sorry, I don't accept reporters now..."

"Oh, wrong, wrong." Feng Yuan shook his head, and he smiled and said, "I'm not a reporter. I'm a person who is very interested in your fiancée. She is Chinese, isn't she?"

Alfored frowned, and he turned around and wanted to leave. Feng Yuan's smile contained something extremely dangerous, and he instinctively wanted to stay away from Feng Yuan.

Four men in half-long black windbreakers stopped Alfred. Alphard wanted to push one of the men away, but the man remained as motionless as an iron stake.

Alfored turned around, he looked at Feng Yuan and said coldly: "Sir, I'm going to call the security guard."

"Oh? We'd better not disturb the security guards who adhere to their duties. Their lives are not easy, and we shouldn't easily destroy their perfect family." Feng Yuan smiled frivolously, and his right hand gently pressed on Alfored's shoulder. A stream of cold air rushed into Alfored's body. Alfored was horrified and found that his body was numb and no longer under his control. He looked at Feng Yuan in horror. Is this person a demon from hell?

"Now we can have a good conversation. Your fiancée Luo Wen is a Chinese. She grew up in Beijing and is a member of a well-known business family in Beijing. Is my information accurate?" Feng Yuan's brilliant smile gradually dissipated, and his lips were gently raised like a blade. He asked gloomyly: "Although she has developed in Europe in the past few years, she has to go back to China once a year to visit a certain 'man's grave, right? As her fiancé, you should understand the position of that man in her mind?"

"What does this have to do with you?" A scar on Alfored's heart was stabbed open by Feng Yuan. He screamed in anger.

"That's right." Feng Yuan shrugged his shoulders and chuckled, "That's right. Unfortunately, the person your fiancée goes to visit graves every year is my biggest enemy now, an enemy who has used some special means to kill me. I was forced to fight back. So you should hate that guy named Fang Wen."

He gently twisted Alford's cheek, and Feng Yuan smiled faintly, "That guy's information is kept very closely. Fortunately, I got the origin of that guy through some special channels. Otherwise, I would not find you. My luck is your misfortune! Dear Alford."

Alfored wanted to say something, but Feng Yuan did not give him this opportunity. A man behind him cut his palm on the back of his head, and Alfored fainted immediately before his eyes.

A black RV drove along the gravel road, Alfored was stuffed into the car, and Feng Yuan also got in.

The RV slowly left, Feng Yuan took out a cell phone from Alfored, searched in the phone book for a while, and dialed a number with a smile.

"May I ask, is it Miss Luowen?" Feng Yuan laughed.

"Oh, I'm Alfored's friend. Do you know what his medical history has before? He suddenly fainted in the office today and I was sending him to the hospital."

"Hmm? Are you at the airport? Can you come to the hospital?" Feng Yuan showed a smile of grasping everything.

"What? Are you at Shanghai Airport?" Feng Yuan's eyes almost popped out of his socket.

After crushing the phone casually, Feng Yuanqi shouted in a very devastating way: "Damn it! We'll slow down! Notify the Yinfeng tribe in Shanghai, who belongs to the Secret Wind tribe, and take Luo Wen to Paris at all costs! Remember clearly, it's at all costs! No matter where she is in Shanghai, no matter whether she will alarm the people from Longmen, take her here for me!"

He slapped Alford's face hard. Then, he stroked his face pity and said softly: "I can't be too rough to you. A high-end bait should be treated in a high-end manner. Damn guy!" He punched Alford's fair face, and the flesh quickly turned blue and purple.

Feng Yuan took out his cell phone and dialed a number.

"I think we should join forces." Feng Yuan smiled faintly, and gently stroked Alfored's face with his other hand. He said softly: "We must join forces."

On a volcanic island somewhere in the Pacific Ocean.

The crater was filled with black smoke, which was more than 300 meters deep from the top of the mountain, and was a piece of rolling and flying magma.

A stone beam extends from the steep cliff, hanging alone less than two meters away from the magma. The temperature here is so high that the air is twisted, and it is so vague that it cannot see anything clearly.

A young man with his eyes closed stood straight at the end of the stone beam, relying on his feet and toes alone, he seemed to be nailed to the stone beam. The rolling heat wave seemed to have no effect on him, and there was no sweat on his body. The red light of the magma shone on his bronze skin, like a layer of blood.

The young man was covered with scars and almost no intact was seen. Looking at the traces, there were knife wounds, sword wounds, guns, and some ferocious beast claw marks. Many injuries were enough to kill a normal person in an instant, but he stood here alive.

The crisp phone ringing rang at his feet, and the young man suddenly opened his eyes, and a light purple lightning flashed instantly.

He raised his fingers lightly, and a sharp sword energy hit the stone beam at his feet, and a mobile phone with a palm-sized metal shell jumped into his hand.

He answered the phone and said coldly without any emotion: "I've been waiting for this phone call for three years." His voice was hoarse and rough, like the sound of two pieces of granite rubbing against each other.

"Your choice will not be wrong." His voice was dry, cold, and his tone was slow, without any emotion.

"Okay. Shanghai, I understand."

After hanging up the phone, the young man held the phone heavily, a light purple halo in his eyes floated, and his chest fluctuated violently, and he suddenly burst into laughter.

Amid the laughter, his left arm swung out quickly, and a red and slightly light purple sword energy roared towards the magma below. Half the lava sea as big as a football field was split into a gap of about ten meters deep and wide, and the magma was forced to surge around by huge force.

‘Boom’, the sword energy disappeared, and a magma dozens of meters high surged into the lava sea. The young man rushed straight up to the top of the mountain like lightning, and rushed down the rainforest under the mountain like lightning.

After a while, a pitch-black jet flew vertically from the rainforest to hundreds of meters above the altitude, and then hot blue flames ejected from the four square nozzles at the tail. After a short acceleration of more than 100 meters, the jet broke through the sound barrier and flew straight towards Shanghai with a series of loud noises like muffled thunder.

On the African prairie, a large group of indigenous people surrounded a small convoy, staring at the burly men standing on the roof of the convoy's truck. In the distance, dozens of local armed members looked here intentionally or unintentionally, and their fingers were kept away from the firearm triggers hanging on their bodies.

This is a humanitarian rescue convoy with the flag of the United Nations. The convoy brought a small amount of food and a large number of medicines. These medicines are common in the outside world, but for these indigenous people, they are often life-saving magical medicines. They surrounded the convoy, raised their hands high, shouting loudly in the local language, asking the people in the carriage to quickly distribute the medicines to themselves.

A long distance away, there were teams of indigenous people running towards this side happily.

The information on the grassland spreads very quickly. In just half an hour, villages around hundreds of miles away sent people to come here. Forget food, there is no shortage of food on the grassland, but medicines are needed by every tribe and every village. The temptation is too great.

Gradually, as some antibiotics, bandages, tourniquets, scalpels, sutures and other battlefield healing tools appeared in the medicines issued by the convoy, the militants who were originally standing next to watch the fun could not help but hold back. Some of them took out the intercom, "Wow, wow, wow," and screamed, and then rushed into the crowd, barbaricly drove the tribes to the side, and surrounded the convoy.

The burly men on the roof of the car were not vague, and they took out weapons that were much more sophisticated than these local militants and confronted them.

The local militants shouted and asked them to give them the medicines to deal with. The mercenaries on the roof of the car insisted on distributing these medicines directly to ordinary people who needed them even more according to the wishes of their employers. Both sides shouted and verbally yelled, and it was very lively for a while.

The indigenous people who came to collect medicines gathered more and more. They formed a *** and surrounded the convoy. They did not dare to speak, they did not dare to provoke these local militants, but they could express their dissatisfaction with their own eyes.

More and more people gathered, and no one noticed what was happening nearby.

More than a dozen trucks were parked quietly in a small depression, and Young Master Long was working hard. In his sight, there were already a large jungle. Walking more than ten kilometers inside, there were places where local tribes and various forces planted drugs. From the common poppy, marijuana, to some new genetically modified drugs produced in recent years, they were all planted. From the outside, there was still a dense jungle, but if you look down from the air, you will know that the center of the jungle has been cut down, and large areas of land are planted with colorful poisonous weeds and poisonous flowers.

The carriage of a truck was pushed open by the hydraulic system, revealing a camouflage-coated multi-tube rocket launcher. Young Master Long ran forward and behind, and his muzzle slowly raised and slowly aimed at the jungle in the distance. Young Master Long grinned and smiled proudly, smiling very evilly.

He didn't understand why it had become the world's latest and largest drug exporter, why didn't it be wiped out? Is it so difficult? Although the nearby tribes and small countries were fighting in ecstasy and were fighting every day, why did it take so many years to delay the things that could be done by dispatching several fighters to throw a few powerful incendiary bombs?

Politics? Influence? Oh, Mr. Long doesn’t consider these things. Although he is not stupid, his motor nerves are obviously ten thousand times more developed than his brain. So, let’s do it first!

On the small earthbowl less than a hundred meters away from Long Shao, several disciples of the wind sect were holding cameras and photographing Long Shao's every move. They deliberately pointed at Long Shao and laughed happily. They were deliberately disgusting Long Shao. This was a task assigned by their immediate superiors, and they could not act so arrogantly.

Mr. Long stared at them coldly, sneered a few times, and was about to press the launch button of the rocket launcher.

At this time, the cell phone in his pocket rang. He glanced at the screen of the phone and it was Lu Fang's phone number.

"Well, senior brother. I'm busy, I'm asking for something to do with me?" Young Master Long grinned and said, "What are you busy with? Of course it's a serious matter, to eradicate the cancer for the world!"

"Hmm? Have you picked up my little sister? Well, it's great. Find her a safer hotel for her to stay. She is not allowed to run around. You send a few female disciples from Buddhism to stare at her. Yes, yes, she is not allowed to walk around. That girl is even more powerful than me when she goes crazy. You have to be careful." Young Master Long laughed 'gaga'.

"What? Did that foreign devil faint and was hospitalized?" Young Master Long frowned and almost kicked the truck's cab with a fierce kick.

After pondering for a while, he said coldly: "Take my little sister to your office and squat. Yes, just throw it away. Um, send a few European branches around there to see if the foreign devil is really hospitalized. Um, I suspect that he is not hospitalized, but something has happened."

"Well, don't worry about it. Luo Liluo is like a sissy. Damn, how can you find a wife in the future?" Long Shao smiled strangely: "Anyway, when my little sister is with you, you have to take good care of me. If something happens to her, don't blame me for knocking out all your eggs."

"Fuck, rude? Monks shouldn't be so rude? Damn, I'll go back to secular life when I go back. You bite me? Hang up, I still have more than 200 large-caliber rockets to be smashed here, and I don't have time to make a noise with you." Young Master Long was about to hit the phone, and Lu Fang's screams were clearly heard from the phone!

After a few strange laughs, Young Master Long puts the phone in his close-fitting secret bag. Lu Fang dials his phone again and again, but he just doesn't answer and just ignores it.

The big hand clapped hard on the modified bridge in the cab, and the truck suddenly trembled.

‘Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom’, several large-caliber rockets slowly rose into the air and flew towards the jungle in the distance a little staggeringly.

Several disciples of the wind sect who were filming nearby shivered and almost threw the camera to the ground.

A disciple of the Fengmen murmured to himself: "What does this bastard want to do? He, he, it's the dry season in Africa now!"

Another disciple of the Fengmen shouted strangely: "The people he hired to help the people a few kilometers away, and he fired fire in the rain forest here?"

Young Master Long ignored these fussy disciples. He hurriedly jumped out of the cab, ran to another truck, operated the truck's own loading and unloading system, filled several spare rockets into the rocket launcher, and then stimulated it again. His power was very strong, the loading and unloading system was very agile, and the performance of this rocket launcher was also very reliable. It took less than fifteen minutes and 220 rockets were fired out.

From the forest in the distance, there was already a sea of ​​fire.

These rockets are loaded with napalm bombs, and one shell can cover a rainforest the size of a football field.

There are also those loaded with letter bullets. The warhead is hundreds of meters away from the ground, and hundreds of fist-sized bullets are sprayed out. These bullets are also loaded with strong combustion agents. Each bullet can burn the rainforest within a radius of more than ten meters. One letter bullet can ignite more than a hundred fireheads within a range of several square kilometers.

There are also some loaded with powerful cloud bombs. One explosion can overthrow all the trunks and plants within a radius of one kilometer, turning the rainforest into a lava hell.

It happened that God had just blown a strong wind from behind the Dragon Master. The wind pushed the line of fire that was more than 40 kilometers long and three to five kilometers thick, rolling forward.

The flames soared into the sky, and the black smoke surged forward. Large areas of drug planting fields were caught in the tongue of flames, and countless hired tribal people and militants were screaming and struggling in the sea of ​​fire, running desperately towards a place without fire.

In just half an hour, the fire was out of control.

Young Master Long stood on the roof of the truck, looked at the sea of ​​fire in the distance, put his hands together in front of his chest, muttered a few words, and suddenly grabbed his forehead and scolded, "How did you recite the scripture to save the dead souls?"

He stepped out a big hole in the roof of the car angrily. Young Master Long cursed, "Fuck, I'm going to return to secular life, I'll pay attention to his bird's scriptures! Just leave, leave! Damn, I'll burn it clean, it's so good, it's so good! If the old guy didn't promote me, I'll live in his house and hook up with his daughter and granddaughter!" Young Master Long laughed at the sky and said, "I'm a perfect golden body and can be close to women! Hahahahahahaha!"

Painting his butt, Mr. Long ignored the mercenaries he hired, and was too lazy to pay attention to whom the medicines on the trucks would be distributed. He drove a truck and hummed a little tune to the nearest city.

Behind him was the sea of ​​fire that eventually burned one-third of the last primitive rainforest in Africa, and it was the sea of ​​fire that almost caused his immediate boss Paul to step down.

Several disciples of the Fengmen looked at each other in shock and hurriedly followed Mr. Long's truck. The first chapter of the human journey, goodbye,
Chapter completed!