Tang Qingjue has not been good at words since he was a child, he always has a stiff face, and he is fierce.

Every time he was fierce, she pursed her lips, "I hate Brother the most!" Ignore you anymore! ”

As soon as Xiao Haoyue cried, Tang Qingjue relented and ran out, and after a while, he took back two sugar gourds and stuffed them into her mouth.

Only then did Haoyue stop crying, and fed him the sugar gourd with her soft and glutinous little hands.

When he saw what other people's girls had, no matter how much she suffered, he had to buy them for Haoyue, just to see her smile like a flower.

Hazuki grew up on her brother's back, and although she was poor, she was very happy.

She couldn't see the darkness because someone had helped her resist it.

The son of the monk was a fool, unable to cultivate in his twenties, but he was very lustful and of bad character, and often peeped on other people's girls bathing. But no matter what he does, his parents will always protect him.

Once Tang Qingjue came home and saw him pressing his sister on the kang, and his sister let out a terrible cry under him, and the bed was scarlet.

Tang Qingjue was furious, picked up the candlestick and inserted it into the back of his neck, and he ran out of breath at that time.

Tang Qingjue hugged Haoyue tightly, trying to comfort him, but his body also kept trembling because of fear.

That was the first time he had killed someone, for his sister.

Later, he fled with Haoyue, and was caught not long after. The family was so angry that they had to kill their brother and sister.

It was a major repair that saved them.

The overhaul told him that if he wanted not to be bullied, he had to become stronger.

Tang Qingjue worshiped his door, still for his sister.

But Tang Qingjue later learned that this monk was the enemy who killed his parents, and the exercises that Tang Qingjue practiced were not the methods of the righteous path at all, but magic skills.

Tang Qing wanted to withdraw, but it was too late.

His enemy didn't come to the rescue for a moment of compassion, he just wanted to let Tang Qingjue go astray.

Tang Qingjue could endure the unbearable pain of ordinary people in order to take revenge, and when he grew up, he killed his master. He knew that he had killed too many evils and made too many enemies, so he placed his sister in a small village and rarely went back to see her.

After Tang Qingjue obtained the god Moro, he met a village on the way. The village was ravaged by monsters, and corpses were everywhere. He saw that the demon beast had good materials on it, so he killed the demon beast casually. He crouched in front of the monster and gouged out the monster's eyes with a dagger.

Suddenly, a silver needle flew in, and Tang Qing smashed the silver needle when he refused to return his hand.

He glanced at the figure in the shadows, and said coldly: "There are no rules! ”

A girl in a moon-white white shirt walked over with a smile, "Isn't that what you taught me?" But—you have to pay me a silver needle, or you won't be able to sew your clothes when they're torn." ”

Tang Qingjue took out a bag of gold from his arms with a bloodstained hand and threw it to her.

"So generous, I'll treat you to a good meal that night."

Tang Qingjue continued to seriously 'dissect' the corpse of the demon beast, and a group of surviving villagers knelt in front of Tang Qingjue with a pile of dry food, thanking him for saving his life.

Haoyue said: "No thanks, you can keep it, he just killed the demon beast when he asked for something, otherwise how could he be so kind to help?" ”

"Mouthy!"

The young man with cold eyebrows and eyes cut off the skin of the demon beast bloodily, and the people trembled with fright when they saw it. It seems that this person is really not a good person, and they didn't dare to say anything more, so they scattered in a hurry.

Tang Qingjue received the materials into the cloth bag and asked, "What are you doing here, go home." ”

(End of chapter)