When the senior brother found him and said that he wanted to establish a sect, his heart actually didn't matter, since he walked out of the thousands of mountains, he was alone, the world was big, he only recognized the master alone, but the master left him a sentence when he left, 'If Qian'er encounters a child in danger, remember the friendship of the master.' Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info'

Who can believe that the black-faced killing god and the divine doctor smell and even the white-clothed hero are from the same door? Oh, 'Black-faced Killing God' is a nickname given to him by Jianghu Dao, saying that he is a killing god, he is just doing whatever he wants.

The most important thing for a freewheeling person is the initial faith, which gave him life and raised him for ten years is the master, and since it is what the master wants, he remembers it in his heart. The senior brother is also good to him, and his life will pass away with the wind.

He had thought many times that if he was still alone, he didn't know how chic and happy he would be, and he wouldn't have to be confined to this small city.

Someone wants to take over this mess, so why wouldn't he?

"This is the little apprentice that my senior brother accepted?"

"There is no kung fu, and the medical skills are not obvious, why do you order 'ink'?" The black-faced killing god rarely said a few words.

Du Yu listened to his words, not sure what he meant in his heart, since she experienced what happened on the night of Cao Yin's death, she began to constantly look for traces of 'ink' in Yangzhou City, and it was not until a few days ago that she found out here, but from today's 'ink' people 'welcome' them, all this means that they want them to come here, and they will leave traces for her.

Du Yu pursed his lips and said with a sigh of relief, "Could it be that I am still waiting for you to corrupt this 'ink'?" ”

Du Yu then continued, "Are you looking at this Yangzhou prefect to suit your appetite, and you just stopped?" Forget about Cao Yin, you want to get the 'Immortal in the Painting' from his hands, but Li Xianhuai has been here for less than half a year, and you are going to end him, and some people in the court have begun to suspect that Cao Yin's death is unusual, and if you continue like this, 'Mo' will be ruined. Do you remember the code of conduct that the master gave to 'Mo'. ”

Du Yu was really speechless and endless, like a thunder exploding in Wang Tong's ears, and the two governors of Yangzhou had 'ink' behind them, pushing them to the abyss and death.

The black-faced killing god listened to Du Yu's words, his emotions did not fluctuate in the slightest, and the words he said were cold and cold-blooded, "'Mo' has its own rules of action, and I am the rules of 'Mo'." ”

"You, you'd better be restrained," Du Yu knew very well what the black-faced killing god said, the black-faced killing god acted the most unpredictable, everything was done only according to his preferences, and he would do whatever it took to achieve his goal. Such people are the most difficult to control.

"If people don't offend me, I won't offend anyone."

Du Yu felt that this sentence was right, but when it came out of his black-faced god-killing mouth, there was some ridiculous meaning, "What's wrong with the second miss of the Li family?" ”

"Hmph."

"Why should she, a little girl, suffer a punishment that is not hers?"

"You want to get 'ink'?" The black-faced killing god simply ignored Du Yu and turned to look at Wang Tong, all this that Du Yu said was not within his consideration at all, he had never only looked at the results, after doing these things, Li Xianhuai really fell silent, this is the result he wanted to see.

Du Yu was very sad, her hard work was just a joke, who would notice the poor woman who couldn't be smaller. But this is the world, this era.

Wang Tong felt the indifferent eyes of the black-faced killing god, instantly tensed his body, and opened his mouth tremblingly, "Yes..." ”

"You are the son of Wang Xianhui?" Wang Tong looks very much like his father, his father once saved Wen Qi, and the black-faced killing god also had a relationship with Wang Xianhui, that is a quite delicate man, but he saw the breath of life in such a delicate man, and the courage to face death calmly, he is also one of the very few people who let him recognize.

Wang Tong looked at the black-faced killing god very blankly, as if he had never heard of this person's name.

Such a Wang Tong provoked the black-faced killing god to chuckle and sigh with emotion.

"The 'ink' is silent, "What you have to stick to is only your own heart."

The black-faced killing god took a piece of black jade from his side and threw it to Du Yu, leaving a sentence, "You take care of him." ”

Then he turned and drifted away.

Wang Tong only felt that the dark shadow in front of him flickered, and only he and Du Yu were left in the hall.

Du Yu only felt cold when he held the black jade, just like a black-faced killing god, cold to the bone.

Du Yu turned his head and handed the black jade to Wang Tong, and looked at Wang Tong deeply, "Brother Tong, you will be the master of 'ink' in the future, he is right, 'ink' is Mo." ”

In the small courtyard connected to the hall, eight people stood in a row, and shouted respectfully, "Welcome to the 'Mo' Lord." ”