Seeing the change in the expression of the young man in black, Xiaocao's heart was a little relieved, this young man was moody, and it was completely her game at that moment.

She speculated that this young man was Ning Xiaocao's old friend, seeing that he was younger than her, Xiaocao was only ten years old when he entered the Heavenly Extreme Sect, so this young man would only be younger at that time.

The friendship between the two children, pushing the head is a very common and intimate action, and in the vague memory of the original owner, this action is very familiar when I think about it, and it is really easy to move, Xiaocao is also a gamble, fortunately, she is not badly lucky.

The young man in black looked at Xiaocao for a long time, and finally asked, "How do you prove it?"

"What proof do you want, just ask me. Xiaocao combed through the memories of the original owner, and his eyes were calm.

"Ning Xiaocao once had a playmate in the village, do you know his name?" the young man asked in a low voice, a tremor in his voice.

Xiaocao was stunned, among the children in Ningjia Village, which one is this teenager?

In the flash of light, Xiaocao suddenly thought of a person, a smile appeared on his face, and he said slowly: "There is a child in Ningjia Village who is the most naughty and mischievous, who makes the village a lot of trouble all day long, and today he pulled off the hair of the little second sister, and Ming'er lit Wang Gouzi's pants, and there is no child who has not been teased by him." ”

The young man in black had a flash of light in his eyes, and his thin lips pursed, making him even more red and seductive.

"So playing tricks on people every day, finally committed public anger, was ambushed by the children of the village, hanging upside down on the old locust tree at the entrance of the village with bare buttocks, just I passed by and rescued, the little fart child was still blushing that day, and since then he has always chased me and called my daughter-in-law, and I have beaten me several times and refused to change my words. ”

The white-skinned and smooth cheeks of the young man in black were stained with a touch of red, his eyes were brighter than the stars in the night sky, and he looked at the grass in a daze, and moved his lips but did not make a sound.

"That little bastard, it's called Ming Zehao. ”

The black-clothed young man shook his body, his lips trembled, and finally spoke: "Daughter-in-law, is it really you?"

Xiaocao breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately, this memory of the original master before cultivation was turned out by her, although there are still many things she doesn't understand, but if this weird boy is the little kid back then, then it is a friend and not an enemy.

This mission is inexplicable so far, Xiaocao has no clue about the surrounding environment, if this young man is really an enemy, like a meeting without asking about the killer, then she is definitely the saddest tasker in the firm, and the whole teacher dies before he gets out.

Xiaocao's heart was relaxed, and the person became lively, and slapped the back of the young man's head again, and deliberately taught you a straight face: "How many times have I told you when I was a child, I want to call you sister, who is your daughter-in-law?"

Ming Zehao didn't care when he was beaten, he just touched the back of his head and looked at Xiaocao in a daze, and it took a long time to lower his head and hook the corners of his mouth, and called in a low voice: "Sister Xiaocao." ”

Now Sister Pomegranate's eyes are about to fall to the ground, this delicate young man seems harmless, but she saw with her own eyes the scene where he killed people without blinking, and blood splattered all over the ground, when did she ever appear so sensible and obedient.

The evil wolf turned into a little sheep, and the style of painting was too forceful, and it was too terrifying.

Sister Pomegranate thought of her 20,000 spirit stones, and saw that Ming Zehao was in a good mood, so she boldly stepped forward and smiled: "Ming Shao, you have already sold it to me, you see ......"

Ming Zehao glanced at her, his eyes were so cold that he could freeze people to death, and he turned into a golden blade between his hands, nailing Sister Pomegranate to the wall, and suddenly disappeared.

Xiaocao's heart, which had just relaxed, was shocked by Ming Zehao's cleanliness in killing people.

Seeing the steaming blood gushing out of Sister Pomegranate's chest, Xiaocao's whole person was not good.

Ming Zehao solved Sister Pomegranate, turned around and showed a clear and harmless smile on his face, obediently as if the person who took someone's life with a raise of his hand was not him, he stepped forward and wanted to pull Xiaocao's hand, but unexpectedly she suddenly dodged away, with a trace of fear in her eyes.

Ming Zehao was stunned for a moment, looked down at his hands, and then looked up at Xiaocao, a little at a loss.

Looking at his aggrieved appearance, Xiaocao's heart softened, but he was not as scared as Fang Cai, but when he opened his mouth, he found that his voice was a little hoarse, "Why did you kill her?"

"She's so noisy. ”

Ming Zehao didn't understand why Xiaocao was angry, but when he saw Xiaocao's angry appearance, he panicked in his heart.

"Let's be honest. Xiaocao asked with a frown.

Ming Zehao's eyes dodged, he didn't dare to look at Xiaocao, and muttered: "She wants Sister Xiaocao to do that kind of thing, she should be damned." ”

"What kind of thing?"

Ming Zehao's little face suddenly turned red, and it took a long time to reply in a whisper: "Do it...... Make a furnace tripod. ”

"Then who sold me to her to make a furnace?" said as if nothing had happened to him, Xiaocao smiled angrily, and glanced at the dead Sister Pomegranate helplessly, feeling that she was really wronged.

Ming Zehao's face turned from red to black, he lowered his head and thought for a moment, and suddenly shot a sword light on his shoulder with his backhand, and a stream of blood spurted out like an injection, drawing a beautiful arc in the air.

Xiaocao only felt a drop of liquid with his body temperature splash on her cheek, and she was stunned, she didn't expect this young man to be so resolute and put such a heavy hand on herself without saying a word.

"You...... What are you doing here?"

Ming Zehao didn't care about his injuries, let it bleed out, lowered his head like a child who had done something wrong, and said, "If you do something wrong, you should be punished." ”

Xiaocao didn't know whether to cry or laugh when she heard this, her face was stiff, this unlucky child is really worrying, other people's children have made mistakes, but it's just a few hits, how can you see blood when you raise your hand?

It seems that his tone is too early, although he is his own person, but I don't know if there is a problem with his brain or psychology, he is a problem teenager.

Xiaocao sighed, seeing that his shoulder was still bleeding, he raised his hand and turned into a cloud of ice blue aura that slowly covered his wounds, and soon fused into it, stopping the flow of blood.

This made Xiaocao herself stunned for a moment, this healing ability was like innate, and naturally there was no sense of jerkiness for it, just like she would have been, and when she thought about it, it seemed to be the exercises taught in a certain section of the mental method, and those days of lying down and practicing were still somewhat useful.

"Thank you, Sister Xiaocao. Ming Zehao finally raised his head, his eyes were shining, and his face was still a little cautious, "You...... You're not angry?"

Look at his pitiful little appearance, where is the ruthless young man who raised his hand to take someone's life and didn't blink an eye at himself?

My brother doesn't teach my sister, it seems that I have a long way to go, Xiaocao suddenly felt that there was a heavy burden on her shoulders.

"Of course I'm angry, if you kill people at will next time, don't call me sister!" said Xiao Caoban with a raised face, this is a matter of principle, and it must be made clear.

Ming Zehao nodded hurriedly, as well-behaved as a beautiful kitten, his sharp claws and fangs were hidden without a trace.