Reborn Conceited Soldier

Lang inhaled a deep breath of air and gently nodded his head. "Thank you …" Casually picking up the set, he began to carve marks on the horns. He didn't know what to say or what to do, except thank you. This was because Sikong Banyu had clearly set out to help him. He didn't need anything in return, he just needed to find a reason to feel at ease. Lang had secretly remembered this kindness in his heart.    

    

Sikong Banyu looked at the horn. Lang was holding a small groove on the horn. At this moment, Sikong Banyu was completely certain that this was the second person who was going to end up like this.    

    

"Phew …" "The second, there are still seven more, but this time, the person with the advantage …" Previously, the appearance of Yu Suqian's Gray Aura could completely be seen by himself. However, this time, Lang suddenly appeared midway. It was difficult for Sikong Banyu to be sure whether or not he was a person who was deeply involved.    

    

However, when he saw that Lang had already made a dent, Sikong Banyu's heart relaxed. It seemed that as long as they had Gray Aura, no matter what method they used, they could all become his people!    

    

"Could it be that if I interfere in some matters in the future, I can set off the appearance of the Gray Aura? "If that is the case …" Sikong Banyu's heart skipped a beat. In other words, not to mention finding nine inscriptions and carving out nine marks, even 90 or 900 marks would not be a problem.    

    

Because there weren't any complete villains or any complete good people, everyone had something hidden deep within their hearts that they didn't know about. Sikong Banyu had also found some traces of the Carving Horn. Anyone with high love, righteousness, and other qualities could be a carver. Then, wouldn't it be natural for him to take the initiative to guide them?    

    

"Is that okay?" At this time, Lang's voice broke Sikong Banyu's train of thoughts. He turned around to see that the horn in Lang's hand had been carved with a small mark, and it had become the second mark on the horn. At the same time, the Gray Aura on Lang's body also gradually disappeared.    

    

"It's done." Sikong Banyu took the horn and the box, but when he stretched out his hand, he was stunned. Because he saw that the Gray Aura on his body did not disappear?    

    

"This is …" "What's going on?" According to his previous considerations, the Gray Aura on his body was entirely caused by Lang. Now that Lang had become serious, the Gray Aura that was connected to him should also disappear quickly. How could it still exist?    

    

"Could it be that he has reached his goal, but the matter regarding his aftermath still hasn't been completely dealt with, just like the cause and effect. Although I achieved my goal, it still can't be considered to be complete, so the Gray Aura did not disappear?"    

    

Sikong Banyu pondered. This was the first time this happened, so he was unable to guess which answer was correct.    

    

"That... Are you okay? " Lang gently placed the horn and the box in Sikong Banyu's hand and asked hesitantly. He looked at Sikong Banyu and was stunned for a long time without moving. He didn't know what was going on.    

    

Sikong Banyu came back to his senses and looked at Lang. At this moment, the Gray Aura on Lang's body had completely disappeared, but the Gray Aura on his body was still there.    

    

"I'm fine …" Sikong Banyu stood up, put away the horn and the box. He took a deep breath and said, "Alright, you can leave now. I will take care of your matters very soon, so you can rest assured. "    

    

Leaning on the door of the car, he looked at Sikong Banyu. He opened his mouth to say something, but the words were stuck at his mouth and he didn't know how to start. In the end, he turned into a forced bow.    

    

"Such great kindness, I will never forget it."    

    

Sikong Banyu waved his hand: "It's not much of a kindness. We're just getting what we need, we'll meet again in the future." With that, Sikong Banyu turned around and left.    

    

Lang looked at Sikong Banyu's back and slowly disappeared at the end of the abandoned playground. He then retracted his gaze and murmured, "In the past, I only believed in the determination of a man to win against the heavens. Now, I understand that fate can sometimes be extremely mysterious, hehe …" I don't know how many people are still foolishly dreaming of a victory over the heavens! "    

    

He sighed and opened the car door shakily. Then, he dragged his feet into the driver's seat and looked at the assassin's corpse lying on the ground. After pausing for a moment, he started the engine and quickly left the abandoned playground.    

    

Chan State, in a high class clubhouse's guest room, a forty year old man was meticulously brewing tea, every movement was extremely careful, and even if he was pouring tea, he was careful not to drop a single drop.    

    

After a while, a cup of hot tea was placed in front of him. The white smoke from the tea floated out. A faint fragrance permeated the entire room, causing people to unconsciously feel relaxed and happy. The old man paused for a moment, disappointment flashing across his face, as if he was not satisfied with his masterpiece.    

    

"The fragrance of the Shun Zhi is as heavy as the heavens and earth, as tranquil as a virgin. It's a pity that tea is passed down, but the skills used in brewing have already been lost. When will one be able to drink the ancient scent of the Shun Zhi Tea!?"    

    

With that, the old man poured the cup of tea into the abandoned pond. If the tea lover saw this and knew that the cup belonged to Heng Zhi Tea, he would definitely strangle the old man to death. A real tea was extremely rare and valuable, and currently, it could only be said that it was extremely rare. Moreover, this kind of tea could no longer be produced, so it wouldn't be wrong to say that it was an unrivalled and unparalleled item.    

    

However, the tea had been wasted by the old man. Based on its current value, this cup of tea was worth millions. Perhaps, it would be priceless. However, in the eyes of these rich and powerful individuals, was this little money money money? It could just be a number.    

    

The old man walked to the window and took out his phone. He frowned and muttered, "That shouldn't be the case!" I should have already written back. Why is it so late? Could there be some other unforeseen event? "    

    

"Even if there is no news from the other side, my people should still reply and tell me if it is a success or not. There shouldn't be any problems on both sides at the same time, right?"    

    

The old man was a merchant and wouldn't do something he wasn't sure of. He would usually make a promise before taking action. But this time, it seemed as if both his insurance systems had turned off at the same time, causing him to feel a trace of unease. But when he thought of that person, that uneasiness gradually disappeared.