"But Death, where did you come from, cousin?"

Yingyue and Death walked on the way to Nie Sheng's house, and the two chatted with each other.

"The Sword God also cultivates Xuan Ming Gong, which is a unique martial art of the Hai family. I accidentally saw the sword god use it once, and I knew it. ”

Speaking of death, he began to recall the events of that year, although it was a little long, but he still remembered it clearly. Because even if tens of thousands of years have passed, the humiliation that I have endured will always remain in my heart, and this humiliation will remain forever, forever.......

"You useless deacon, don't think I'll take you seriously if you have some skills. ”

The originally handsome and handsome man was dressed in silver and blue clothes and became dirty and messy. The man's long black hair stood up high, and the two strands of hair that fell from his ears were sticking to the man's face because of the sweat. There was a lotus sword on the ground that was kicked away, a weapon that was held in the hand of the master just now, and was thrown out by Nie Sheng without hesitation because the master had done something wrong.

The man looked at the lotus sword flying out unwillingly: "Damn... There's no way to win against you after you sign a contract......."

There were dark clouds in the sky, just as the man was in a bad mood right now.

"Win against me, don't even think about it in this life. If you don't do a good job of being a cow and horse for a lifetime, I will torture you every day!! making you more and more painful day by day!!"

Nie Sheng's eyes were extremely vicious, and he was very proud to look at the man who had no ability to resist on the ground.

"So this is the famous sword god? That's it... Hahaha~~~~"

A hearty smile protruded from Nie Sheng's mouth, and the man on the ground looked at him fiercely. But he didn't have the slightest strength.

"You mad, heinous, sinful, wolf-hearted, and evil-loving villain, sooner or later you will be retributed!!"

Although the man is under the energy of the master, he has no ability to resist at all. But this did not prevent him from showing his inner dissatisfaction, and looked at Nie Sheng viciously with his eyes. If he still has extra strength now, he will definitely fight with Nie Sheng without hesitation, even if he has to lose miserably every time. But if you lose, you have to fight, and it doesn't matter how many injuries you get. Deacons also have the dignity of deacons, and the sword god will never back down on this.

"I like a deacon like you with a personality like you, and it makes me want to torture you even more. And the more I torture you, the happier I am. ”

'Poof'

Saying that, Nie Sheng used his internal force to transform into a whip, and the purple whip tightly wrapped around the sword god. In an instant, only a loud bang was heard, and a hole was smashed out of the ground, and the sword god's body was already drenched in blood. But Nie Sheng didn't mean to stop, the whip rose into the air and spun back and forth.

"Oops, I wanted you to take a break. Since you are so desperate, don't blame me, the master, for being ruthless. ”

A rampant smile appeared on Nie Sheng's face, and he looked at the sword god who kept spinning in the air and said proudly: "You're right, I'm just crazy, but what can you do to me? I am your master, this has become an irreversible fact." You're going to live like this for the rest of your life... Hahahaha~~~~~"

From a distance, Nie Sheng's figure exuded an eerie and terrifying aura, and he seemed to be more like a ghost than a deacon.

A black figure standing on the roof, fists clenched. I endured to see this scene.

Although he would love to come forward and help, once the deacon and his master have a contract, they form a long-lasting relationship. The deacon will become an appendage to the master, and even if the ancestor cannot bear to change it. Because that's what he has to live every day.......

"Hahahaha~~~~~~~~"

Nie Sheng laughed for a long time, with a pair of inverted triangular eyes, happily looking at the figure that kept spinning in the sky: "Let you be proud, let you know that you know how powerful Lao Tzu is!!"

'Poof'

The sword god's body was slammed to the ground, and Nie Sheng's hands and feet were swift and smooth, without dragging mud and water at all.

The previous impact and the rotational force in the air had made the sword god unbearable, and now he was quickly thrown to the ground by Nie Sheng.

Even the deacon's body could not withstand such a gravitational impact, and the whole person passed out.

Nie Sheng shook his hand, tired from shaking. Walked up to the sword god and kicked his body, where did the current sword god still have the strength to resist. Lost consciousness long ago in a strong high-altitude spin.

"That's it, I thought you could hold it out!"

Nie Sheng left a little disappointed, and the Sword God was put there alone.

The autumn breeze carried a slight coolness, blowing the man lying on the ground. The man's clothes were in tatters, his whole body was covered in blood, and there were scratches on his handsome face. The wind gently lingered around him, trying to soothe the wounded man.

At this time, a black figure came to the man's side, gently picked up the man and disappeared.

Am I dead? The Sword God felt a huge pain in his body. There is not a single thing in the body that is not painful, as if all the places are reporting to the master and asking the master to come in person.

Little by little, little by little, the line of sight becomes clearer. Knowing everything in front of him, the sword god found himself in a dark room.

The house is not big, all the furniture is dark or black, although it looks very tasteful, but after a long time, it will inevitably feel depressed.

A man in black came into view, and then looked at his body wrapped in gauze. The sword god understood, and weakly said to the man in black, "Thank you." ”

"I am your ancestor, and I should be regarded as a deacon of your grandfather's generation. "Death.

"You are the god of death who killed the Nie family back then?" the sword god asked in surprise.

"Well, but there's one ....... left."

The god of death said helplessly, I didn't expect that the Nie family still had a descendant and gave birth to the current Nie Sheng. And the Nie family didn't kill all of the Hai family, isn't there only one left......

The sword god Adam's apple moved, avoiding the sight of death: "No... I am the last descendant of the Hai family......."

"Who did that?" Death's brow furrowed, and his heart tensed.

"Nie Quan. ”

........................

"So the person who killed you before was the ancestor of the Nie family?" asked Yingyue.

"Hmm. Death nodded.

The words of the sword god hit the god of death very hard, although he has always lived in pain, but when he thinks that the people in his house are safe and healthy, his heart will be very satisfied.

Now the Grim Reaper can no longer be as happy as before: "The hope of the Hai family has been completely shattered. ”

Incomparably bleak words came out of the mouth of the god of death, and Yingyue patted the shoulder of the god of death and comforted: "Brother, it's a big deal to start all over again. When this is over, we will drink. ”

"It's a pity that no matter how much I drink, I can't change the fact that my house is broken. ”

This is the first time that Yingyue has seen sadness in the eyes of the god of death, the former god of death is bloodthirsty and cruel, and he will kill people when he picks up a scythe. The sharp scythe also unleashes a powerful god-killing aura like its master, and can suppress the opponent in the opening game. And the Grim Reaper also enjoys the pleasure of inserting the scythe into the human body.

"Every time human blood is splashed on my body, it feels like my heart is beating with it. ”

These are the words of the Grim Reaper clutching his chest after a battle N years ago.

The Grim Reaper single-handedly killed hundreds of people. The human beings unleashed their energy to fight with them, and the human masters cowered and hid in the corners. The Grim Reaper could only charge forward alone, but he was not cowardly. Because he is the Grim Reaper, his favorite thing to do is, of course, to kill people.

Under the Grim Reaper's style of fighting that is not afraid of death, the number of humans in front of him is extremely reduced. Of course, it is impossible to face a hundred internal force masters on your own without getting hurt.

Humans cherish their lives more than the Grim Reaper, and they won't do their best to fight with them.

Because excessive energy consumption will be eaten back, and the hard practice like a school bully will come to naught in one day. Who would want to do that if it weren't for their lives?

Only the Grim Reaper willing, and the Grim Reaper's infectious voice echoed throughout the battlefield: "You cowardly humans, come." Don't be cringe. What if you die, it's just to be reincarnated, what are you afraid of in the next life......."

And in the end it became desolate, and who could understand the deacon's pain.......

"Kill, kill them!!"

The master, who was hiding behind, shouted at the Grim Reaper. The humans in front of him died one by one under the scythe of death, and the master also grew in momentum.

This is the master chosen by the Grim Reaper himself, because of the complicated relationship between the masters, there are many enemies. So that the Grim Reaper can kill people every day.

Sometimes there are so many bloody days that people can live a lot of fun, and they can't stop living it.......

Whether the Grim Reaper was injured or not, none of the humans present cared.

Death's cheeks, clothes, and arms were covered with blood. The black cloak has also become tattered because of the cruel fighting door, but who cares whether death hurts or not?

Even the Grim Reaper himself does not know which of the blood stained on his body is someone else and which is his own.......

The Grim Reaper took a deep breath and pointed his blood-stained scythe at the remaining humans: "Use your blood today to honor my beating heart!!"

The humans cowered in a group, all afraid of the man in front of them.......

"Don't come here... I... I'll give you a lot of money........" said one of the richly dressed men.

"Yes... We can talk about... As long as you let us go today, he will give us ten thousand taels .......of gold one day," a man stammered.

Feeling the god-killing power emanating from the Grim Reaper, the desperate human spoke the only thing he could think of.

This is a common exchange of interests between human beings, who often use this way to pull other people's allies down with them, and then pull down their former friends together.

"Hmph!" Death sneered and continued walking.

Money... What's the use of it for him.......

"If you don't make a number, we'll give you !! as much as possible."

Seeing that the god of death did not react to his own conditions, the man was also anxious.

Death pointed his scythe at the man who spoke: "Money, it's something that only human beings need......."

'Poof'

The Grim Reaper's scythe fell, and the man's blood stained the bodies of the other companions.

Several men looked at Death in fear with desperate expressions on their faces. Because they know that no matter what they do now, they can't stop their death.

"Be a good person in the next life. ”

'Poof', 'poof', 'poof', 'poof'........

Death's scythe fell again, and the whole place fell silent........

At this time, the master of the god of death came out and looked proudly at the 'betrayer' who fell to the ground: "This is the price of betraying the master." ”

After that, the master looked at the god of death: "Death, you have done a good job, what reward do you want, tell me when you think about it." As long as it's not too much, the master is satisfied. ”

The Grim Reaper turned away, leaving his master alone to admire it in place.

He doesn't need any reward, because what he wants has already been obtained... Then exchange the blood of the killing for a brief heartbeat.......

Death's blood-stained hand cupped his chest. With a sigh of disappointment, the killing stopped, and so did the beating of the heart.

Maybe the deacons are a group that is destined to be lonely and unaccepted.

A person walks, a person thinks, a person laughs, a person cries, a person is sad, a person goes from having a heart to being unintentional... Slowly learn to change yourself, from affectionate to ruthless.......