Chapter Seventy-Nine: The Legend of Benevolence and Righteousness?

"The Legend of Benevolence and Righteousness - Tao Shuangshuang?" Suddenly, a startled voice appeared. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. biquge。 info

Zimo looked at the voice, his eyes were serious, this person was Yan Haoran.

Tao Shuangshuang looked at the person who came, and was taken aback by Yan Haoran's words, she looked at Zimo, "Who is he?" ”

"My enemy, as for the relationship with you, I don't know?"

Yan Haoran smiled, looked at Tao Shuangshuang, and sighed, "The legend of benevolence and righteousness Tao Shuangshuang, according to legend, the legend of benevolence and righteousness never kills people, and there has never been a drop of blood on his hands in his life, it seems to be true." ”

Tao Shuangshuang was confused by Yan Haoran's words, and she asked rhetorically, "What legend of benevolence and righteousness?" I am Tao Shuangshuang, not a legend of benevolence and righteousness. ”

Yan Haoran didn't care, and asked rhetorically, "Are you Tao Shuangshuang?" ”

"Yes."

"That's right."

Zimo's eyes were full of coldness, did this Yan Haoran know Tao Shuangshuang? Yan Haoran seemed to have an evil smell in his body, as if he knew everything and everything was under his control.

This feeling made Zimo very uncomfortable, and more importantly, Zimo felt that he and this Yan Haoran were natural enemies.

Why does it feel this way for no reason?

Tao Shuangshuang was still very confused, and asked Yan Haoran, "Did we know each other before?" ”

Yan Haoran didn't answer this question, but said to Zimo, "You're right, we are indeed enemies, destined enemies. ”

Zimo's eyes were cold, "For the enemy, I have always had only one way, let him die." ”

"But you can't kill me." Yan Haoran shrugged absently.

Zimo's eyes shrank, "But I want to try." ”

The Tibetan blade was swung out, and the strongest killing move had appeared, and a huge sword shadow appeared in the air, and the killing blade burst into silver, rushing towards Yan Haoran with a chilling killing machine.

Yan Haoran's face was still relaxed, and he clicked a few times in the air, the surging momentum of the Killing Blade became slow, and he clicked it again, and the Killing Blade actually shattered in the air.

His movements were natural, but he was half of them, and Xinting broke the strongest move that Zimo had just realized.

Yan Haoran put his hands behind his back indifferently, looked at Zimo with a smile, and said lightly, "I said, you can't kill me?" ”

Zimo's face became even more ugly, it was so strong? Then the corners of his mouth hooked, huh?

He looked at Yan Haoran's hand behind his back, Yan Haoran tried his best to calm himself, but he could still pay attention to Yan Haoran's momentary twitching, Yan Haoran was not as easy as he appeared.

The unknown is the most terrifying, as long as you know, then it is not terrible. Zimo judged that Yan Haoran's strength was stronger than him, but it would not be so strong that he couldn't resist.

Zimo was only slightly relaxed at this time, Yan Haoran put too much pressure on him, and more importantly, the helplessness of being mastered.

"I admit I can't kill you." Zimo looked at Yan Haoran with no sorrow or joy, "But, you can't kill me, can you?" ”

Yan Haoran was silent for a few seconds, then laughed and said, "Zimo, you are always so unexpected, indeed, with my current strength, I really can't kill you." However, I have countless ways to make life worse than death. ”

Zimo's heart was a little depressed, and a teenager appeared inexplicably. It seems that he has a deep hatred for himself, and now he declares that he wants to make his life worse than death, and who can accept this kind of thing.

"Who the hell are you?" Zimo shouted, "You seem to know me very well, and you are also very familiar with Tao Shuangshuang, but neither of us has ever seen you." That is, you know us, but we don't know you. I don't think we're famous enough to be known by any person. ”

Yan Haoran returned to the appearance that everything was under control, "I know you, and you know me." But I know her, she doesn't know me. ”

"So, you're an unknown little character." Zimo sneered, "Wouldn't it be when the person I casually defeated escaped and now comes back to take revenge?" ”

Zimo stared at Yan Haoran, and he found that when he said this, Yan Haoran's expression was a little distorted, and with the scars on his face, he couldn't say it, could he have guessed right.

An enemy who was almost killed by himself in the Twelve Years Wasteland? Or the enemy who was almost slaughtered by himself in the training camp and fled?

Zimo recalled all the experiences, but he didn't find this enemy, the scar on Yan Haoran's face was too easy to recognize, if there was, he would definitely remember it. Also, there are few enemies who can survive in their own hands.

Yan Haoran sighed and said, "Don't think about it, you'll never be able to guess where I'm from." Zimo, in fact, it is better for people like us to be friends. ”

"But we're enemies after all, aren't we?" Zimo asked rhetorically, looking at Yan Haoran, who was a little inexplicably sad and sentimental, and said.

Even Zimo himself is inexplicable when he says this, a teenager who found him, and he is still hostile to him, but now he says that they can be friends.

If you want to be friends, then why be hostile?

Yan Haoran smiled, "Yes, we are enemies after all. ”

Zimo looked at the sky and said inexplicably, "Then enemy, what are you doing here now?" Don't tell me you're here to talk this nonsense to me. ”

He turned his head to look at Yan Haoran and said, "To be honest, I don't have time to talk nonsense with you here, if I have time, I think think about how I can become stronger." Or think about where this damn Bloody Eye came from, it's better to kill a few. ”

"You're always so direct." Yan Haoran was like a friend who hadn't seen him for many years chatting with Zimo.

Zimo frowned and said, "Do you like to use always?" Did we ever know each other? ”

"I didn't cook it before, but I will cook it later." Yan Haoran said lightly.

Yes, it will be very familiar in the future, Yan Haoran seems to be recalling something.

Zimo stared at Yan Haoran, trying to find something from his face, but unfortunately, he didn't, "So, you are here to catch up with me, or to remind me that we are enemies, and you have countless means to make my life worse than death?" Say such meaningless nonsense. I hate this kind of time-wasting and meaningless behavior the most. ”

"Part of the reason is that, you know, at that time, I wasn't qualified to stand with you and chat." Yan Haoran looked at Zimo and continued, "Of course this is not the main reason, the main reason is, didn't you notice that the black pupils were missing?" ”

"The black pupil is in your hand." Zimo said suddenly, and the killing intent in his body pressed towards Yan Haoran again.

Black Pupil is Zimo's most important partner, for twelve years, one person and one wolf have struggled in the wasteland, growing together, at that time he was still very weak, and Black Pupil was also very weak, one person and one wolf, still growing in a stubborn way.

Black Pupil has saved Zimo's life, more than once. Similarly, Zimo also saved Hei Tong, who was not an animal in his mind, but a brother.

Yan Haoran smiled, "Don't be so excited, didn't you also say that any means is a way to fight." Don't worry, Hitomi is fine. You'll see him later. ”

Without waiting for Zimo to say anything, Yan Haoran had already jumped onto the roof, "The game is getting more and more fun, are you ready?" ”

"Zimo, who the hell is he?"

"Enemy."

Zimo didn't speak, suppressing the urge to worry about Hei Tong in his heart, he walked to the "Hope" and beckoned a few people to get into the car.