It was rare for Mu Zisu to see such a solemn look on Tang Jingyu's face.

Feng Tiange asked him, "Hey, little master, what has he experienced over the years, how can he be worse than me." ”

Tang Jingyu's lips trembled slightly, "It's me." He choked up for a moment, "It's all because of me that he buried his cultivation and a good future." ”

Although Mu Zisu didn't know what the relationship between Tang Qingjue, Feng Tiange and Master was, it seemed that the three of them were probably rivals in the past. And although Feng Tiange had nothing to do with Tang Qing, he knew this person well.

Tang Qingjue used to be an iron-hearted and iron-blooded killer, he killed people to make money, and to make money for his hobby - building weapons.

Many of the godlike weapons that have been rumored to be in the world are not from the hands of any one person, but from him. Of the top ten weapons spectrum, three of them were made by him.

As long as there are materials, there is no magic weapon that he can't make.

When he was young, Tang Qing was absolutely exhausted, killing teachers, taking away people's skills, and unscrupulous means for the sake of interests. Since the age of ten, he has been crawling from the darkest place, and he has seen through the coldness of human feelings, and there is a desperate taste in his bones. It's just that he never does anything to ordinary people. It was not mercy, but he despised bullying, and only the strong deserved to die with the weapons he had built.

He has never been alone, and the boss of the killer organization has to be respectful to him, and no one dares to force him to take the job he doesn't want to take.

He was also one of the few people who did not bow to the Supreme Demon Venerable and did not accept the new Demon Venerable. Unlike others, he is not convinced because he is strong enough and has no reason to bow to anyone.

But no one could have imagined that such a person now has someone who makes him worry and wants to meet him even if he makes excuses.

In the depths of Tang Jingyu's memory, in the turquoise bamboo sea, there was a small bamboo house, he didn't know who lived in it, but he often saw the group of old men he hated the most, from time to time kneel in groups in front of the bamboo house, and begged the people inside to kill the invaders.

But only Old Lady Tang, that is, Tang Jingyu's deceased grandfather, can invite the man in the bamboo house. The adults in the Tang Gate would always be alarmist and warn the children not to approach the bamboo house, which contained fierce demonic beasts that would eat them. Tang Jingyu was the most timid and never dared to approach, but his curiosity overcame fear, and he was always eager to see what kind of terrible monsters lived inside.

Until that day, he finally saw the door of the bamboo house slowly open, and a slender and handsome figure stepped out. Where is the monster, it is clearly a handsome man.

At that time, Tang Qingjue, his hair was not white, and his eyebrows were not as depressed and lonely as they are now.

The style is extraordinary, such as the lone pine independent of the mountains.

It's just that...... Those fierce eyes like tigers and wolves looked much more terrifying than monsters or something.

Tang Qingjue's figure shuttled among the enemy troops like a ghost, and the light of the rainstorm pear flower needle reflected his handsome and cold eyebrows like fireworks, and he effortlessly killed the five major factions that surrounded and suppressed the Tang Sect.

His long black hair fluttered in the moon, and the evil aura emanating from his body seemed to swallow the moonlight. A little scarlet in his eyes seemed to be soaked in blood. He seemed to care very much about his hands, those beautiful and slender ten fingers, and after the battle, he used a handkerchief to wipe the blood off his hands carelessly.

The thrilling scene was forever frozen in the heart of the little Tang Jingyu.

(End of chapter)