Looking at the loyal old man in front of him, Song Qingshan pursed his lips tightly.

He didn't dare to ask more, so he nodded silently.

Lang Xiao, I hope you can survive, when the time comes, I will challenge you and really defeat you.

The king of the country in the east, the king of growth in the south, the king of wide-eyed in the west, and the king of many things in the north!

The Four Heavenly Kings guard the Quartet, and their strength is unfathomable.

The existence that can make the four heavenly kings shoot together is generally a super master at the Tang Long level.

There are not many such masters.

And they were used by Chen Jiahui to prevent Lang Xiao's escape as the last line of defense.

It can be seen that Chen Jiahui has reached the point where he has to kill Lang Xiao.

What happened on the top of the mountain, except for a few survivors of the Demon Gate, no one knew.

And the survivors of the Demon Gate have been frightened by Lang Xiao, and what they want at the moment is to escape as soon as possible.

For this operation, the Demon Gate dispatched almost all the forces of a rudder.

Now the whole army is annihilated.

The fog slowly rose, and the mountains and forests were full of shadows, like thousands of monsters lurking, filled with an oppressive atmosphere.

A man in black stood at the intersection and hadn't moved for half an hour.

He was about forty years old, holding a long knife and casually pestle on the ground.

His face is thin, his facial features are three-dimensional, his eyes are indifferent, and he has no emotion.

Standing there, like a stone statue.

It seems that everything in the world does not arouse the slightest interest in him.

His only interest is to kill!

Kill the master!

Obviously, Lang Xiao is a master worth his wait.

At his feet, a man dressed in black lay down.

It was a disciple who had escaped from the Demon Gate, but it had become a corpse.

There was a three-inch-long wound on his neck, and blood gushed from the wound, wetting a large area of land.

A knife to seal the throat, there is no cure!

The sound of the rope sounded, and it seemed that a small animal was groping its way down the mountain path.

But when it was thirty meters from the intersection, the sound stopped.

In the eyes of the Heavenly King, there was finally a hint of color, and it was a kind of joy to see the prey.

It's pure, it's scary.

"You can rest for half an hour, although the Demon Sect disciple said that you are fine, I know that you are seriously injured." His voice was faint, with a heavy metal texture, but it was cold and unforgiving.

There was no sound in the jungle.

"It's been a long time since I've faced people head-on, and in the past, I didn't think it made any sense, that defeating the enemy was the key, and as for how to defeat him, it didn't matter at all. But now, I'm the opposite, it's not about how to defeat the enemy, it's how to defeat it. ”

The Heavenly King of the Holding Kingdom smiled slightly and said, "Being able to defeat many masters of the Demon Gate with his own strength, and even kill the Little Poison King in seconds, is a rare master, and he deserves respect." ”

"There's a familiar aura about you, and you're from a concentration camp too?" Lang Xiao's voice sounded faintly, a little ethereal: "If you sneak attack, how much chance do you have, why did you choose to intercept it head-on?" ”

"As I said, I am not the same now as before." "The killers of the concentration camp, very few of them live past the age of thirty, they are humanoid weapons, they are born to be the sword in the hands of those in power, and fighting and killing is the only meaning of their lives." However, when the knife is no longer needed, it will be ruthlessly discarded and shelved. ”

"The mission of the knife is to fight on the battlefield and take the lives of the enemy, not a collector's item." He roared.

Lang Xiao said in surprise: "Shouldn't you be glad to survive?" ”

"A short period of calm does make people feel comfortable, but after a long time, the emptiness and loneliness in the heart will be as uncomfortable as maggots on the tarsal bones, killing has become the nature, suppressing the nature, how painful?"

"So, you defected from the teacher." Lang Xiao sighed: "I have heard Hai Ling tell your story more than once, I originally thought that you were all the teacher's iron buddies, good brothers. ”

"We are weapons, and we need someone to hold them in our hands, guide the way, and look for the enemy, Tang Long, just such a person. Brother, what is it? ”

"You are too deep in the drama, and the experience of the concentration camp should not become a burden for a lifetime." Lang Xiao was silent for a moment.

"Hehe, don't you still have so-called human emotions? They would never allow such a cadet to appear. How did you get out of the concentration camps? "Holding the country of the Heavenly King.

"It's easy, kill everyone."

Lang Xiao replied, her voice instantly muffled.

"After three years of living together, among those who were killed, there should be your friends, your teachers, and even your beloved! You can even kill them, what kind of emotion do you have? ”

Lang Xiao was silent for a moment and said, "You're right, actually, I don't have emotions, I just pretend that I still have emotions, so it will seem normal." How could a normal person kill his instructor and his friends without changing his face. ”

The Heavenly King laughed: "The killers produced in the concentration camp are all like this, if you still have the slightest emotion, it is impossible to kill a bloody way, people, after all, are still selfish." ”

"Why did you stop me when we were all of the same kind?"

"Hunting people of the same kind is the greatest enjoyment." The indifference of the Heavenly King of the Holding Country at the beginning actually became active.

Lang Xiao asked, "Does my teacher know?" ”

"I haven't heard from him for ten years. ”

Lang Xiao smiled: "Then I'll rest assured, you follow Chen Jiahui, you must live quickly." ”

"Chen Jiahui is not worthy of being the one who holds a knife." The way that the king of the kingdom disdains.

"So, who's the one who holds the knife?"

"It doesn't make sense to take my words, you won't survive tonight."

Lang Xiao chuckled: "In that case, how about letting me be a ghost?" ”

"No, I'm a man who keeps my promises, and it's hard to chase after me."

"Actually, if you don't say it, I can guess it. I used to think that Chen Jiahui was Nan Ye's partner in C City, but now I know that I am wrong, even Nan Ye can't drive the ghost warriors, but Chen Jiahui can. He is not Nanye's partner, but Nanye's superior. ”

The Heavenly King of the Holding Kingdom did not speak, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, a little surprised.

"Chen Jiahui is the helmsman of Doctor Strange in Asia, and the drug king Yeshai is his partner."

"What's the use of knowing more?"

"My other identity is a state agent, in charge of investigating Doctor Strange, and now, I have caught a big fish, how can I not be happy?"

The Heavenly King laughed: "I appreciate your optimism, you are indeed different from the concentration camp killers I have seen, they are all lifeless, pessimistic and desperate, they only know about killing, but your life is colorful, and you have even become an agent." ”

Lang Xiao said: "So, it's too reckless for you to kill me, do you know that the ghost agents who died at my hands are no longer one or two." ”

"That's why I'm here to finish you, you're almost rested! Come out and die. ”

But Lang Xiao's voice disappeared.

"I want to escape, dream!"

The Heavenly King of the Holding Kingdom kicked his feet on the ground like a gust of wind and rushed into the woods.

Brush!

He slashed it down, but he was stunned.

(End of chapter)