The killer is probably the most worthless person in life,

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

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

Putting everything aside, Xiao Yao feels that the killer is a slave to money, who has money, who helps to do things, regardless of black and white, whether it is right or wrong, and does not listen to right or wrong.

On top of that, when it comes to being a killer, it's easy to go without your own thoughts.

Fortunately, Xiao Yao is just a semi-professional killer, and he has not lost what he values, but others don't have such good luck, saying that Xiao Yao is lucky, because he still has his third grandfather in the killer world, how can others have such a big tree to enjoy the shade, and there is such a person to escort themselves?

To fool around is to be one of the so-called "others".

The name is nonsense, and he even feels that he came to this world as a kind of nonsense.

Born in the north, when he was five years old, he was deceived by an old guy, and when he went to the south, he forgot what his father and mother looked like, and he couldn't remember the hometown that he should have been familiar with.

In this world, no one believes in nonsense, and what can be relied on is probably a long knife hanging on his waist all the year round, dripping with blood, and a fierce beast named Pihu is engraved on the hilt, which is left from the old guy.

The old guy said that he was the number one swordsman in the Lingwu world.

Hu Fu knew that the old guy was bragging, and when he entered the rivers and lakes with a knife, and when the old guy entered the ground, he never heard the familiar name again.

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

It's like a silver flask that he used to love, buried in the loess together.

The old guy is a killer, so it's nonsense, in his heart, he has never been grateful to that person, and if he talks about it, he will probably only hate. He always felt that he was not born to be a killer, but when he became numb and used to it, it was difficult to quit, it was like jumping into a swamp, there was no focus point, the more he struggled, the faster he fell, and over time, he was afraid of fooling around, and he 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 go upstairs and sit down, and give the storyteller a reward of one or two silver, and let him tell a story about a hero and a girl, and the love between a chivalrous man and a daughter.

He is not a chivalrous man, let alone a hero, just a machine driven by silver, so he met the so-called daughter of a famous family, and also met the girl in the hammer clothes by the stream, and met the woman with watery poplars in the green building.

He confessed.

What he didn't know was that the girl he liked, the girl waiting for him to redeem himself, was the daughter of the owner of the Qinglou.

Otherwise, with his high commission, what is the difficulty of wanting to redeem that woman?

If you're stupid, you're stupid, he just thinks that in this world, there is probably only that woman who will look at himself more, use her delicate hands to help him stroke his slightly messy hair, and tell him that if you want to walk the rivers and lakes, you have to wear a white dress.

In his storage space, all the clothes are white.

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

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

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

The commission alone was five hundred taels, and this time it was not silver, it was gold.

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

Thinking of this, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but outline an arc, a smile.

Pushing open the door and walking in, a murderous aura was already rushing in his face.

In the blink of an eye, Hu Fu pulled out the knife, and the knife flashed, but his chest seemed to explode, and his body retreated backwards for I don't know how many steps, shattering the wooden railing behind him, and falling from the second floor to the first floor.

Lying on the ground, squinting his eyes and thinking, these five hundred taels of gold are really not easy to earn......

In another room, an old man and a young man stood in front of the window, watching.

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

"In addition to the master list, there is also a killer list in the Lingwu world, but it is not known, and it has no weight, which person who has reached the peak is willing to be a killer who cannot see the light?" said the old man with squinted eyes.

The young man was slightly stunned, laughed, and sighed softly: "This is also true. ”

"However, it is also a skill to be able to get to the top of the killer list. The old man said, "Unfortunately, I took the wrong path and couldn't turn back." ”

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

The old man turned his face, looked at the young man, laughed, and said, "Actually, it doesn't matter, even if he doesn't die here today, where will he die tomorrow? ”

Young people are not talking.

Outside the window, a white light flashed, and it went directly to the nonsense.

With a gust of wind, all the stone slabs under him were lifted and smashed towards the nonsense.

Hu slapped under him, his body jumped up, and crossed through the dense stone slabs, the long knife in his hand seemed to let out a tiger roar, and the red light that burst out at that moment was very conspicuous, as if he had been immersed in the blood river for a hundred years, and was caught out at this moment.

"You've 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 trouble for himself.

He had long said that he knew that 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 have to kill.

Hu Luo did not answer Xiao Yao's question.

He always felt that those killers who were grinding and chirping when they were doing it were stupid and stupid.

Fortunately, no one said that he was silent, after all, the target he was eyeing had not yet missed.

The sword is majestic, like a river pouring down.

From top to bottom, wisps of wisps overflow and flutter in the air.

And that angry shout was enough to lift the entire inn up.

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

In his hand, Fu Li was overflowing with golden light.

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

Swords collided, as bright as day.

The two are opposed, both are white, but one of them is white.

Xiao Yao held Fu Li in his hand, and his speed became faster and faster, and the moment it was almost to the extreme, his pupils suddenly contracted, and he finally realized that his eyes could not capture the person he wanted to kill.

When the sword qi churned again, the nonsense finally couldn't hold it anymore.

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

He finally realized the gap between himself and the top 10 masters in the rankings.

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

Xiao Yao broke his bones again and again.

How could he stand up?

This time, he fell just outside the inn, and when 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 but think to himself.

Xiao Yao walked up to him and didn't speak.

He didn't even ask who asked him to come.

Because Xiao Yao is not the kind of stupid person, he knows that even if he asks, he will not get any answer.

"North, are there snowflakes?" said Hu Yu suddenly.

Xiao Yao was slightly stunned, took another step forward, and put away the talisman in his hand.

"Yes. Xiao Yao said, "Haven't you seen it?"

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

Xiao Yao laughed and said, "Then you are really unlucky." ”

"I promised her that I wanted to take her back to my home in the north, even though I didn't know where my home was. Nonsense said.

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

Probably because the dying people talk a little more.

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

Now, I have to say a few words, lest I be buried in the loess like that old fellow, and leave nothing behind.

"I think you should be a poor person, but I still have to kill you, I used to be a killer, and I know what it means not to kill you. Xiao Yao said.

"Hmmm......"

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

Fool shook his head.

After a while, he said again: "My name is Hu Hu, can you help me remember this name?" I'm afraid few people will remember it." ”

Xiao Yao had heard before that there were three deaths.

The first time is when the heart stops, physiologically speaking, it is completely dead.

The second time, at a funeral, all those who know you come to mourn, which means that your social status is erased.

The third time is when the only one in the world remembers you, or if the account of you disappears, then you completely disappear from this world.

There is not a single trace, not a single residue.

That is true death.

Xiao Yao nodded again.

Messing around is still dead, and when she dies, she always says that she wants 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, I looked at it for a long time.

When he returned to his room, he simply packed up his things and turned to leave.

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 corpse and reported to the government by the way.

When Xiao Yao and Hu Fu fought, they didn't dare to come out and make a noise.

"You and I, both lonely ghosts, have a hypocritical mouth, he and she are both happy people, can't see life sad, if I take you back to my home in the north and let you see the snowflakes in winter, will you also fall in love with it, away from the cold flowers of the sun......"

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