Killers are probably the most worthless people
In this regard, Xiao Yao feels that he is most qualified to express his opinions.
Whether it''s on the earth or in the world of Lingwu, there may be great surprise in killer''s utility and behavior style. However, there is one thing that will not change at any time. That is positioning or self-awareness, commonly known as essence.
Putting everything aside, Xiao Yao thinks that the killer is the slave of money. Whoever has money, he helps others, regardless of black and white, right and wrong, doesn''t listen to right and wrong.
Most importantly, when you become a killer, it''s easy to lose your mind.
Fortunately, Xiao Yao is only a semi professional killer, and he doesn''t lose what he values, but others don''t have such good luck. He said that Xiao Yao was lucky because he had his third grandfather in the world of killers. How could others have such a big tree to enjoy the cool and such a person to escort him?
Mischief is a member of the so-called "others".
His name is mischief. He even thinks that when he comes to this world, it''s a kind of mischief.
He was born in the north. When he was five years old, he was cheated by an old guy. When he went to the south, he forgot his parents'' appearance and could not remember his hometown. When the old guy died, the rest of the world was sad.
In this world, no one believes in mischief. The only thing we can rely on is a long sword hanging around our waist all the year round dripping with blood. On the handle of the sword is a beast named Hu, which was left by the old man.
The old guy said that he was the top swordsman in Lingwu world.
Mischief knows that the old man is bragging. When he goes into the world with his sword broken, and when the old man goes into the country, he never hears the familiar name again.
It seems that the old man has never been in the world.
It''s like he buried it in the Loess with his favorite silver wine pot.
The old guy is a killer, so mischief is also. In his heart, he has never appreciated him. If he talks about it, he probably only has hatred. He always felt that he was not born to be a killer, but when he was numb and used to it, it would be difficult for him to quit. It was like jumping into a swamp, without a focus. The more he struggled, the faster he fell. Over time, he was afraid of mischief, and even didn''t dare to put down his knife and find a quiet land to live.
He fell in love with a girl, too.
Every time he passed a restaurant, he could not help but go upstairs and sit down. He gave the storyteller a silver or two to tell him a story about the hero and the girl, and the love between the knight errant and the daughter.
He is not a knight, nor a hero. He is just a machine driven by silver. So he meets the so-called famous family, the girl hammering clothes by the stream, and the woman in the brothel.
He recognized it.
What he didn''t know was that the girl he liked, the girl waiting for him to redeem herself, was the daughter of the brothel owner.
Otherwise, with his expensive Commission, what''s the difficulty in redeeming that woman?
He just thinks that in this world, probably only that woman will look at herself more, use her delicate hands to help him with his slightly messy hair, and tell him that if you want to wander in the world, you have to wear white clothes.
In his storage space, all the clothes are white.
Night, dressed in white, into the inn, to the door.
He weighed the knife in his hand and took a deep breath.
This time, he has to face a person who can stand on the top ten experts list.
The Commission alone is 500 Liang. This time, it''s not silver, it''s gold.
With five hundred taels of gold, it should be enough to take that girl home and take her to travel around the world?
Think of these, his mouth can not help but outline a radian, a smile.
Push open the door, go into that moment, a murderous, it has come.
In the blink of an eye, he pulled out the knife in a farce. The light of the knife flashed by, but his chest seemed to burst. He retreated a few steps, smashed the wooden railing behind him, and fell from the second floor to the first floor.
Lying on the ground, he thought, squinting, this five hundred taels of gold is really hard to earn
In another room, young and old stood in front of the window, watching.
The young man looked at the old man beside him and whispered, "do you know this guy?"
"In addition to the list of experts, there is also a list of killers in Lingwu world. It''s just unknown, and it doesn''t have much weight. Which one is willing to be a killer who can''t be seen?" The old man said, squinting.
The young man was slightly stunned, laughed and sighed softly: "it''s true."
"But it''s also a skill to get to the top of the killer list." The old man said, "it''s a pity that I''ve gone the wrong way and can''t go back."
"And he -- is he going to die here?" Asked the young man subconsciously.
The old man turned his face, looked at the young man and said with a smile, "in fact, it doesn''t matter. Even if he doesn''t die here today, where will he die tomorrow? Next month, will you die in another country? It''s boring to care about that. "
Young people are not talking.
Outside the window, a white light flashed directly to the front of the monkey.
With a gust of strong wind, all the stone slabs under the body were lifted and smashed in the past.
He slapped his body with a slap, jumped up and crossed through the dense stone slabs. The long knife in his hand seemed to give out a tiger roar. The red light burst out at that moment was very conspicuous, like being caught in the blood river for a hundred years.
"You''ve been with me for a few days. I don''t want to kill you. You have to come to me. Why?" Xiao Yao is not the kind of person who is especially kind, but he is not the kind who likes to find things for himself.
As I have said, he knows there are many tails behind him.
But if those people don''t do it, he pretends not to know.
Otherwise, I really don''t know how many people to kill.
Mischief did not answer Xiao Yao''s question.
He always thinks that those killers who are still whetting their hands are stupid and stupid.
Fortunately, no one said he was silent. After all, the target he was aiming at had never been missed.
The knife is as powerful as a river.
From the top to the bottom, continuously, flowing and moving in the air.
There was a roar, enough to lift the whole inn.
Xiao Yao tried his best to solve the problem one by one.
In his hand, talisman is flowing with golden light.
When the golden light soars, Xiao Yao''s body seems to be integrated with Fu Li in this moment, and flies towards the farce.
Swords collide, as bright as day.
They were both white, but one of them was white with blood.
Xiao Yao holds Fu Li in his hand, and his speed is faster and faster. At the moment when he reaches the extreme, his pupils suddenly contract. He finally realizes that his vision can''t catch the person he wants to kill.
When the sword''s strength is surging again, the mischief can''t hold up at last.
When he fell out for the third time, he didn''t get up. He just hung a breath and didn''t die like this.
He finally realized the gap between himself and the top ten.
Too big, even if he has the survival consciousness, but he knows that he really can''t stand up.
Xiao Yao broke his bones again and again.
How can he stand up?
This time, he fell outside the inn, and just as he looked up, he could see the moon in the sky.
No matter where you are, the moon you see should be the same, right?
He couldn''t help thinking.
Xiao Yao came up to him and did not speak.
Even, did not ask a sentence, who let him come.
Because Xiao Yao is not that kind of stupid person, he knows that even if he asked, he would not get any answer.
"Is there snow in the north?" Nonsense suddenly spoke.
Xiao Yao is slightly a Leng, and went forward a step, put away the hand from the symbol.
"Yes." Xiao Yao said, "haven''t you seen it?"
"I''ve been to the North several times, but I didn''t see any snowflakes." Nonsense.
Xiao Yao said with a smile, "that''s really bad luck for you."
"I promised her that I would take her back to my home in the north, although I don''t know where my home is." Said the fool.
He thinks that he is very strange now. He doesn''t like to talk, but he talks so much now.
Maybe it''s because the dying people talk more.
He didn''t say a few more words to anyone in the world.
Now, I have to say a few words, so that I won''t be buried in the Loess like that old guy and leave nothing behind.
"Although I think you should be a poor man, I still have to kill you. I used to be a killer. I know what it means not to kill you." Xiao Yao said.
"Well..."
"Why don''t you say more?" Xiao Yao asked.
Nonsense shook his head.
After a while, he added: "my name is mischief, can you help me remember this name? I''m afraid few people will remember. "
Xiao Yao has heard that people die three times before.
The first time, when the heart stopped, physiologically, it was completely dead.
The second time, at the funeral, everyone who knew you came to mourn, which means that your social status has been erased.
The third time, in this world, the only one who still remembers you, or the records about you disappear. At that time, you completely disappear from this world.
No trace, no residue.
That''s the real death. Xiao Yao nodded again. Mischief or dead, when dead, always say what want to take her home to the north, see what snowflakes. Xiao Yao ignored him and turned back to the inn. Then, staring at a room for a long time. When I got back to my room, I simply cleaned up and left. I''m afraid I can''t live in this place. As soon as Xiao Yao left, the people in the inn came out to collect the body and reported it to the government. When Xiao Yao and mischief are fighting, they dare not come out and say a word“ You and I, are lonely ghosts, have a hypocritical mouth, he and she are happy people, can not see the sad life, if I take you back to my northern home, let you see the winter snowflakes, you will also fall in love with it, away from the sun cold flowers... "Far away in the North alone ghost, Xiao Yao hummed, left.