I'm left with me!

Not because of talent, not because of talent, but for survival!

A person, living in this cruel world, you have no other choice but to be strong, and you can only be strong, and you must be strong. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

It's not so much that I'm going to be strong, it's that I'm going to be strong.

A cat-faced mask isolates the weak, blood-soaked bitterness and retreat, no one is born strong, everyone, but they are forced out by survival.

It's just that there are people, alive, and there are people, dead!

If the killing intent is compared to a stormy wave, then when he fades as quickly as the tide, will the lonely boat that struggled to survive see a wider sky when he looks around?

"Absolutely correct!" Qin Hao stood up, his burly body completely shrouded the little girl in shadow, he stretched out his palm, and a pitch-black kunai spread out on the broad palm, occupying the entire pupil of the cat's face.

"However, indomitable will is only the first step of a strong person, if you want to really grow, you still need a lot, first of all, are you willing to serve me as a teacher?"

Taking the kunai with both hands, the little girl took off the cat's face, knelt on her knees with a pop, and touched her forehead on the ground nine times, which was to kowtow for nine.

Preaching and receiving karma is a great favor, and Qin Hao naturally deserves it!

"I don't like the word Shizun, you can call me a teacher!" Qin Hao nodded with satisfaction.

"Yes, Teacher!"

"What's your name?" Qin Hao asked lightly.

"Kitten!"

"It's apt!" Qin Hao glanced at the black cat mask, and his voice suddenly cold: "Everyone has to learn to hide their hole cards, and now, you have an excellent hole card!" ”

The kitten was an extremely intelligent person, she followed Qin Hao's gaze to look at the mask in her hand, with a thoughtful look on her face.

"The first lesson the teacher taught you is to let as few people as possible know your true face under the mask!" At this point, Qin Hao's tone suddenly became cold: "Go and kill, all the people who have seen your true face and know that you are a cat's face." ”

The tone is clear, kill the secret cloth!

I don't care how many innocent people will die because of this sentence.

This also hints at some other cruel truths: the fate of the weak lies in the thoughts of the strong, and if you want to become strong, you must first learn to be selfish and ruthless, even if you disguise it, you must disguise it as selfish and ruthless, just like this cold mask.

Once you put it on, you never get a chance to take it off.

The road of the strong is that you die and I die, it is a road full of blood, there is no retreat on this road, only forward and death!

The pupils contracted slightly, and then quickly returned to normal, the kitten who had long experienced the cruelty of life had long been accustomed to blood and killing, at this moment, there was no innocence and mercy in her life.

"Go ahead, deal with this matter, and come back to see me!" Qin Hao waved his hand and asked a gardener to send her out, but he didn't explain how the kitten could return to the depths of this labyrinth.

He believes that the kitten will have its own way, and if not, then, it will be the content of the second lesson.

The dark clouds that obscured the sky were blown away, revealing an inverted crescent moon behind it, and the stars appeared and disappeared on the dark sky, adding some color to the whole night, but also adding a bit of gloom and mystery.

For some people in the Qingyun Sect, this night's dark night was especially long, it was like a dark sky that couldn't wait for dawn.

Sitting by the window, a scarlet eye shone on the ground, two rounds of black magatama turned faintly, and Du Yu's gaze pierced through the darkness.

A figure, pressed against the ground, in an extremely strange posture, like a snake and a cat, flickered, and disappeared from the darkness and entered the building.

"Who is it?"

Du Yu sighed dejectedly, the scenery tonight is not clear to others, but with the eyes of the writing wheel, he can still see some scenes on the ground vaguely.

A green figure, as fast as lightning, an obese figure; Like a sphere, full of domineering power; A woman in white, even he didn't understand how the other party killed someone...

There are also some that are too far away for Du Yu to see, but the occasional fleeting figure makes Du Yu understand that the strength of those people should not be underestimated.

Those guys, they're dangerous guys!

Tonight's killing, falling in his eyes, was like a gorgeous and bloody performance, a purposeful deterrent, although the target may not be himself, but the uneasiness in Du Yu's heart is still even worse.

Powerful, mysterious, evil, cold。。。。。。

Countless words were intertwined in Du Yu's mind, but he was powerless to find that all these words together did not seem to be enough to describe Sect Master Qin Hao.

And the most important thing is that he doesn't know what the terrifying man has for him, and what his final fate will be?

The unknown is scary!

Du Yu had a kind of resentment towards Qin Hao in his heart, although it was very unprovoked at first, but this emotion was indeed born, and it was still deepening, but today, he had gradually given up the idea of dealing with the sect master, and he didn't even dare to have this kind of thought, because, he didn't know if his thoughts would be perceived by Qin Hao.

It seems impossible, but really?

Writing the Wheel Eye and the Earth Curse Seal brought him unimaginable power, and at the same time, it was like an iron net that contracted and strengthened inch by inch, entangled him to death, and oppressed him breathlessly.

And tonight's scene made Du Yu's heart even more desperate, his face was gloomy as if it was dark night, and he couldn't see a trace of light.

He used to be willing to give everything for power, but now, he has power, but he wants to get his own life and freedom.

A meteor streaks across the sky!

Brilliant and ephemeral!

Du Yu's indifferent eyes lit up suddenly, and then returned to the dead silence.

And the person who has the same fate as him, tonight, is strangely in a sleepless state together.

Li Zongping lay flat on the bed, his right hand gently rubbing the "Precepts", and a red writing wheel stared at the ceiling in a daze.

His other eye, on the other hand, was a hollow black.

Dead silence, hollow, like a black hole that swallows everything, swallows up all the beauty and light, and transforms it into the power of hatred and anger, like an inexhaustible whirlpool, spewing negative power outward.

"Zhang Lang!"

In the dark room, a dream-like voice kept murmuring.