Today, I went to the Sichuan Provincial Library, the largest library in southwest China, with my friends. I think I'm even more inseparable from Chengdu, even if there is haze, I also pinched my nose and recognized it!

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"Your senior brother was not killed by me, but a demon." Shu Weng is a little strange, this matter is very clear, Li Xianhua, who is also an exorcist, should not understand.

"If you don't knock me out, my senior brother won't die." Li Xianhua's expression was blank.

"But if you don't stop me, we won't have a conflict." The scholar was a little helpless.

Li Xianhua was silent. He looked at the Li Gai Mei siblings, who were looking at him worriedly.

Well, whose pot is this?

Is it wrong for Li Gaimei to want her sister to be free?

Is it wrong that Li Nali doesn't want to join the Order?

Is it wrong for the Black Order to bring back apostles and holiness?

Is it wrong to help Li Nali's brothers and sisters by himself?

Senior Brother Mingkong saved himself, is it wrong?

That's right.

All right? Then my brother died in vain?

It's the fault of the Millennium Count! If it weren't for his constant creation of demons, all this tragedy would not have happened. Everyone can live their lives with peace of mind, it is the thousand-year-old earl who has ruined all this!

That's great! Finally having found someone to carry the blame, we can put aside our prejudices and unite to condemn the real sinners! Everyone applauded

That's weird!

My brother is dead! Die in front of me! Is this a sentence of "his pot" that can be revealed?

Why can't the Black Order staff notify their families of the death?

Because he was afraid that these relatives and friends would fall into grief and become a new source of demons for the Millennium Earl.

Inexplicably, his relatives and friends died, but he couldn't do anything, not even resentment.

Li Xianhua felt full of malice from fate.

How many people, after Li Xianhua killed their relatives who had become demons, cried bitterly, or looked for him desperately, Li Xianhua could more or less understand this mood.

Because he is now desperate to find someone to fight hard, whether he wins or loses - maybe it's better to lose, maybe it's better to die.

The scholar was still talking about something, but Li Xianhua didn't listen to a word.

"Win against me, and the matter will be settled." Li Xianhua raised his head, his eyes gloomy.

He ignored Li Gaimei and Li Nali next to him, picked up a wooden stick, and walked towards the scholar.

Step by step, walk slowly through it.

Walking to a position one step in front of Shuweng, Li Xianhua raised his hand.

"You" Shuwen can see that the teenager's spirit is a little abnormal.

"Uhhh

The stick, mixed with the sound of breaking through the air, smashed into the scholar's head.

Shuweng's pupils shrank, this kid really wanted to kill him!

The old man's figure flashed, one hand separated Li Xianhua's wielding hand, and the other hand pressed Li Xianhua's chest.

"Smack."

The stick came out of his hand and fell to the ground. Li Xianhua was hit and retreated.

"Son, calm down!"

Li Xianhua coughed for a while, then picked up a stone from the ground and walked towards Shuweng step by step, his eyes empty.

"Only if you control him first."

The emaciated old man suddenly burst out with amazing energy, bullied Li Xianhua like lightning, and knocked the young man flying up and falling into the ruins with one blow.

A few pieces of rubble fell, and there was no sound in the ruins.

"Brother Instantaneous!" Li Nali wanted to enter the ruins, but was stopped by Li Gaimei.

"Rest assured, the scholar didn't hurt him. Let him calm down. Li Gaimei said.

Shuwen turned his head to look at the Li Gaimei brothers and sisters: "So, can you two go with me to meet Marshal Kuros first?" ”

"We're going to come back to pick up Brother Instant, right?"

"Of course."

"That"

"Tianquan, town."

Green ripples streaked across the air, covering the tiny monastery. Some of the ruins that were already about to collapse collapsed more completely as if they were pressed by an invisible hand, and there was a cacophony of bricks falling to the ground in the courtyard.

Li Xianhua stood beside a piece of masonry, threw away the brick in his hand, and walked towards the scholar step by step.

The boy's arm was cut by a tile and there was blood, and he didn't even look at it, there was only one target in his eyes.

The scholar had already been pressed to his knees, and his heart was even more horrified: "Holy? How can it be! Didn't he use a sword? ”

Li Gaimei lay on the ground, and it became difficult to breathe: "Instantaneous! Don't do anything stupid! ”

But it was useless, Li Xianhua turned a deaf ear. He walked up to the book, raised his hand, and threw a punch.

"Peng!" There was a muffled sound of a fist hitting the flesh, but the scholar didn't move, he couldn't move.

A dull monotonous sound resounded in the monastery.

The black boots under Li Nali's feet seemed to feel the same kind, and also resonated, Li Nali's body was light, she ran to Li Xianhua's side crying, and her little hand pulled Li Xianhua's arm hard: "Brother Xianhua!" Don't hit! Don't hit! ”

As a result, the body was taken off the ground by Li Xianhua's fist.

The scholar had fallen into a coma. Li Xianhua's fist was still swinging persistently, hitting Shuweng's body and face

Li Nali gritted her teeth and stopped in front of the scholar.

It's all my willfulness, they will die, Brother Xianhua, you beat me!

Li Xianhua's godless pupils reflected Li Nali's crying face.

The fist swung down with the sound of the wind, but it stopped at the end of Li Nali's hair.

Not this person

In Li Xianhua's chaotic brain, a voice came.

The blood in the formation had burned out, and holiness had lost its light.

Li Gaimei felt the pressure on her back recede like a tide. He jumped up, took three steps and two steps to Li Xianhua, and raised his hand to slap him.

"Smack!" A crisp slap put an end to the dull fist.

"Li Xianhua! Are you crazy! ”

The white-haired boy's eyes finally returned to clarity. Li Xianhua put down his hand.

"Well played, thank you."

Our anger stems from hatred of our own incompetence.

But when anger really comes to you, how many people can remember this sentence?

Li Xianhua always thought that he was conscious enough to face the difficulties of fate and resist the injustice of fate. He has always been proud of it.

But now it seems that what he did was like spitting in the sky, and finally fell on his face.

What is Destiny? What can be changed and what cannot be changed is fate.

He could smile and bear the pain that the demon had inflicted on him, but when the people he cared about left one by one, he collapsed.

The white-haired young man suddenly became excited, he turned around and walked down the mountain, his back indescribably gloomy.

Several figures appeared at the entrance of the monastery, blocking his way.

Two men in khaki coats, and a little boy with red hair.

There was a roar in the sky, and everyone looked up, and a deformed LV1 looked at them in the air.

On Lv1's body, there stood a tall red-haired man, the Marshal of the Black Order, Kuros.

Kuros extinguished the cigarette butt in his hand and looked at the monastery.

"Looks like I'm missing something."