The killer is probably the most worthless person,

In this regard, Xiao Yao feels that he is most qualified to express his opinions.

Whether it is on the earth or in the world of Lingwu, there may be a lot of surprises in the killer’s practical tools and acting style, but there is one thing that will not change at any time, and that is positioning or self-recognition. Commonly known as essence.

Putting everything aside, Xiao Yao feels that the killer is the slave of money. Whoever has the money will help whoever does things, regardless of black and white, right or wrong, right or wrong.

The most important thing is that when you become a killer, you can easily lose your mind.

Fortunately, Xiao Yao is only a semi-professional assassin, and he didn’t lose what he valued, but others don’t have such good luck. It is said that Xiao Yao was lucky because he had his own third grandfather in the assassin world. How could there be such a big tree in the shade, and there is such a person to **** him?

Mischief is a member who is drowned in the so-called "others".

The name is Huzao, and he even feels that he came into this world as a type of nonsense.

Born in the north, when he was five years old, he was deceived by an old guy. When he went to the south, he forgot the appearance of his parents and couldn’t remember the hometown he should have been familiar with. desolate.

In this world, no one believes in mischief. The only thing you can rely on is probably a long knife that hangs around your waist all the year round, dripping with blood, and a beast named Pihu is engraved on the handle of the knife. It is from the old guy. Down.

The old guy said that he was the top swordsman in the world of Lingwu.

The fool knew that the old guy was bragging, and when he broke the knife into the rivers and lakes, when the old guy got into the soil, he never heard the familiar name again.

It seems that the old guy has never been in this world.

It was like being buried in the loess along with his favorite silver jug.

The old guy is a killer, so it's also nonsense. In his heart, he has never been grateful for that person. If he talks about it, it may only be hatred. He always felt that he was not born to be a killer, but when he became numb and used to it, it would be difficult for him to quit. It was like jumping into a swamp. Without focus, the more struggling, the more he speeded up. The speed of the fall, over time, I became scared of mischief, and I didn't even dare to put down the knife in his hand and find a quiet land to live.

He also fell in love with a girl.

Every time he passed by a restaurant, he couldn't help but sit upstairs and give the storyteller a silver or two, letting him tell a story about a hero and a girl, and the love between a knight and a daughter.

He is not a knight, let alone a hero, just a machine driven by silver, so he meets the so-called famous daughter and the girl in the hammer clothes by the river. What he meets is the watery woman in the brothel.

He admitted.

What he didn't know was that the girl he liked, the girl waiting for him to redeem her, was the daughter of the brothel boss.

Otherwise, with his expensive commission, what is the difficulty of trying to redeem that woman?

To be stupid is to be stupid. He just thinks that in this world, there is probably only that woman who will look at himself more, use delicate hands to help him fiddle with the slightly messy hair, and tell him that he wants to walk. In the arena, you have to wear a white coat.

In his storage space, all white clothes are placed.

In the dark night, the mess in white clothes entered the inn and arrived at the door.

He weighed the long knife in his hand and took a deep breath.

This time, what he has to face is a figure who can stand on the top ten master list.

The commission alone is five hundred taels. This time it is not silver, but gold.

With five hundred taels of gold, it should be enough to take that girl home and take her to the world, right?

Thinking of this, the corners of his mouth inevitably formed an arc and a smile.

The moment he opened the door and walked in, a murderous aura was already on his face.

In the blink of an eye, he drew out the knife in a nonsense, the light of the knife flashed past, but his chest seemed to explode, his body retreated for an unknown number of steps, smashed the wooden railing behind him, and fell from the second floor to the first floor.

The nonsense lying on the ground, squinting his eyes thinking, these five hundred taels of gold are really hard to earn...

In the other room, one old and one young stood in front of the window, watching.

The young man glanced at the old man beside him, and whispered, "Do you know this guy?"

"In addition to the master list, there is also a killer list in Lingwu World. It's just unknown, and it doesn't have much weight. Which of the most accomplished people is willing to be a shameless killer?" The old man squinted his eyes and said.

The young man was taken aback for a while, laughed, and sighed softly: "This is the truth."

"However, being able to get to the top of the killer list is also a skill." The old man said, "Unfortunately, I went the wrong way and can't look back."

"Then he—is he going to die here?" the young man asked subconsciously.

The old man turned his face, glanced at the young man, laughed, and said, "Actually, it doesn't matter. Even if he didn't die here today, where will he die tomorrow? Will he die in another country next month? It’s boring to care about this."

The young man is not talking.

Outside the window, a white light flashed, directly in front of the nonsense.

Along with a strong wind, all the slates under him were lifted and smashed towards the mess.

He slapped his body with a slap, and his body jumped up and passed across the dense stone slabs. The long knife in his hand seemed to make a roar. The red light that burst out at that moment was very conspicuous, like blood. Immersed in the river for a hundred years, I was caught out at this moment.

"You have been with me for a few days, I don't want to kill you, you have to come to me, why bother?" Xiao Yao is not the kind of person who is particularly kind, but he is not the kind of person who likes to find things for himself.

As I said earlier, he knew there were many tails behind him.

It's just that those people don't do it, so he pretends not to know.

Otherwise, I really don't know how many people I want to kill.

Huo did not answer Xiao Yao's question.

He always felt that those killers who were still chirping when they started, were stupid and stupid.

Fortunately, no one said he was taciturn, after all, he hadn't missed the target he was looking at.

The sword is majestic, like a river pouring down.

From top to bottom, strands are overflowing and moving in the air.

There was also that angry shout, enough to lift the entire inn.

Xiao Yao tried his best to resolve them one by one.

In his hand, Fu Li overflowed with golden light.

When the golden light skyrocketed, Xiao Yao's body seemed to merge with Fu Li at this moment, flying towards the mess.

The swords collided, bright as day.

The two oppose each other, both in white clothes, but one of them is white with blood.

Xiao Yao held Fu Li in his hand, speeding faster and faster. When he reached the extreme, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he finally realized that his vision could not catch the person he wanted to kill.

When the sword qi was tossing again, the mischief finally couldn't sustain it.

When he fell out for the third time, he didn't get up, but he was still hanging, so he wouldn't die like that.

He finally realized the gap between himself and the top ten masters.

It's too big, even if he has a sense of survival, he knows that he really can't stand up.

Xiao Yao interrupted his bones time and time again.

How can he stand up?

This time, he fell outside the inn, and he could see the moon in the sky when he raised his head.

No matter where it is, the moon you see should be the same, right?

He couldn't help thinking.

Xiao Yao walked to him without speaking.

He didn't even ask who made him come.

Because Xiao Yao is not that kind of stupid person, he knows that even if he asks, he won't get any answers.

"North, are there any snowflakes?" The nonsense suddenly said.

Xiao Yao was taken aback for a moment, then took another step forward, putting away Fu Li in his hand.

"Yes." Xiao Yao said, "have you not seen it?"

"I've been to the north a few times, but I haven't seen any snowflakes." murmured nonsense.

Xiao Yao laughed and said, "Then your luck is really bad."

"I promised her and wanted to take her back to my home in the north, although I don't know where my home is." said nonsense.

He felt that he was very strange now, he obviously didn't like to talk, but now he talks so much.

Probably because of the dying person, there are more words.

He didn't say a few words with anyone in this world.

Now, I have to say a few words, lest I, like the old guy, are buried in the loess and leave nothing.

"Although I think you should be a poor person, I still have to kill you. I was also a killer before. I know what it means not to kill you." Xiao Yao said.

"Ok……"

"Why don't you say a few more words?" Xiao Yao asked.

Mischievous shook his head.

After a while, he said another sentence: "I'm silly, can you remember this name for me? I'm afraid that few people will remember it."

Xiao Yao had heard before that people died three times in total.

The first time, when the heart stopped, physiologically, it was completely dead.

The second time, at the funeral, everyone who knew you came to offer condolences, which meant that your social status was wiped out.

The third time, in this world, the only one who still remembers you, or the record about you disappeared, at that time, you completely disappeared from this world.

There is no trace, no trace of residue.

That is real death.

Xiao Yao nodded again.

The nonsense is still dead. When she died, she always said something to take her back to her home in the north and see some snowflakes.

Xiao Yao ignored him and turned back to the inn.

Then, staring at a room for a long time.

When I returned to my room, I simply packed my things, then turned 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 to the government by the way.

When Xiao Yao was fighting with Hu Zao, they didn't dare to come out and say something.

"You and I are both lonely ghosts, with a hypocritical mouth. Both he and she are happy people and cannot see the sadness of life. If I take you back to my home in the north, let you see the snowflakes in winter, Would you fall in love with it too, stay away from the sun’s cold flowers..."

The lonely ghost far in the north, Xiao Yao hummed and left.