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Night Immortal went back to the original hotel, his magic weapons were still in the hotel, and he didn't have time to get them in a hurry, and he was still barefoot, although it wasn't too cold, but he couldn't do the same when he boarded the plane tomorrow.

"It's okay, it's still there." Breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately, these things were hidden by him, otherwise he wouldn't have lost them, after all, many of them were valuable antiques, not to mention the magic knife, with his previous life's killing path, it should burst out with an extraordinary brilliance.

"I lost my shoes... Nightshade looked at the empty place next to the bed where the shoes had been placed, rather speechlessly.

If you lose your shoes, you can just buy another pair, and now he can fly with mana, and he doesn't need that kind of mechanism to keep himself floating for a short time.

It was too late to buy it, so I stole a pair of shoes of similar size from somewhere and put them on.

It was too chaotic outside, and he didn't bother to look for a hotel anymore, so he simply ran to the roadside deck chair not far from the airport and slept for a while. Early the next morning, I left directly on the first flight.

Now his first task is to go to the underworld and see where Mengyu's reincarnation is, which is not only the pursuit of his previous life, but also his own. If he just went to the underworld to find someone, he could go anywhere, and the reason why he went back was because Qiao An's real person ranking should also be received, and he just happened to do it together.

The plane that took the plane at five o'clock in the morning flew to Nanjing at less than ten o'clock, and many lazy people had not yet gotten up.

Back in the dormitory, put away your backpack and lay down on a clean and comfortable bed.

Hmm~comfortable~~

This room is much more comfortable than the hotel room, and there is a sense of familiarity after staying for a long time, the faint scent of lavender makes people feel refreshed, and it also makes people feel a little lazy and want to lie in bed.

Anyway, he has lived here for half a year, and the room has always been cleaned without him worrying, but he has never seen the person who has been helping him clean the room.

"Do such a good job, next time I will talk to Li Jianguo and increase the salary of others." Night Dead thought to himself.

Placing the backpack in the corner, he took the magic knife out. The silver scabbard, engraved with complex and wonderful patterns, only needs a little light, and suddenly the silver light is shining and domineering.

"This scabbard alone is a top-notch craft." Looking at the intricately carved scabbard, the Night Dead muttered quietly.

Gently stroked the scabbard, and then slowly unsheathed the knife, every inch will exude a burst of chill, and the lines on the knife body are not deep or shallow, exuding strange magic.

Suddenly, a monstrous demonic qi invaded, and a viscous smell like a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood rushed straight to my mind. In front of me, I seemed to see countless demon warriors with hideous and terrifying appearances, the ground under my feet had been dyed red with blood, and the stumps and broken arms were scattered all over the ground, a good Shura hell.

"Killing the Demon Knife..." Nightshade muttered, and then the corners of his mouth hooked up a playful arc.

If it was before, with his concentration, he might not be able to control this knife, at most it would be used as a good weapon. This is a spiritual knife, which can be called a divine weapon, if it is only used as a sharp weapon, it is simply an insult to this knife, and it is a tyrannical thing.

However, now he has obtained all the inheritance of his previous life, in his previous life, he entered the Tao by killing, and his souls are enough to build a country, and he almost wiped out the entire demon clan with his own strength, and no one can defeat him, even if he is injured, he can't do it, and in the end he just dies of exhaustion, which is simply a legend, a killing god.

There is such a bullish past life, inheriting his memory, his Dao, can't he surrender a magic knife.

"Murderous intent... Give me town! Night Darkness narrowed his eyes, and then his eyes widened, and a powerful killing intent suddenly spread, and the temperature in the air seemed to drop a lot.

And the scene of the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood was also directly blown away by this killing intent, and the countless demon warriors were directly turned into powder, and the whole world seemed to be about to collapse.

"Buzz~Buzz~" The blade trembled, sending out a signal begging for mercy.

Only then did the Night Immortal retract its momentum, and the tremor of the magic knife slowly calmed down, exuding a soft aura that seemed to be currying favor.

"You don't have the toughness you imagined." Nightshade smiled and pursed her lips.

The magic knife didn't dare to refute, and the murderous aura that was much stronger than it just now directly scared it. It is a magic knife, born to the present, countless killings, countless souls under the knife, often only showing a little momentum can intimidate a large number of enemies. Today, it is the first time that it has been overwhelmed by its momentum, and it is still the best way to kill, if it does not admit defeat, it will not work, and it is almost dispersed in that moment just now.

Night Immortal is naturally reluctant to let the sword spirit die like this, without the sword spirit, the power of this knife will be reduced by at least half, which is really a pity.

After simply signing a contract with the magic knife, he put it away, the knife is more than three feet long, and it is indeed not very easy to carry, if it is carried on the body, it will either be regarded as a cos or as a psychopath.

After seeing that the time was less than eleven o'clock, he took out his mobile phone and dialed the fat man's number.

On the other side, the fat man is in class with a group of beautiful little nurses. It's a little embarrassing to say, but on the experimental tables that are big enough for two people, there is a male model of Tintin, and I don't know that I think it's a "sexual" class.

This is a physiological and hygiene class, and it is also a professional class, which is to teach everyone to wipe the urine catheter of patients, and it is also to let a group of young nurses get used to it early and prepare psychologically in advance.

A group of little nurses were ashamed to see so many dings at this table, no matter whether they experienced personnel or not, it was still embarrassing to be with so many people. And the fat man smiled obscenely, and carefully taught the little nurse at the table with him how to wipe and how to wipe, and the one he taught was called a fine, which was finer than the teacher said.

From time to time, he also held the little nurse's hand and taught her to wipe it hand in hand, taking advantage of the opportunity. And he unconsciously set up a tent under him, which made the already shy little nurse's face even redder, like a ripe red apple.

At this time, there was a loud noise: "Fatty! Answered the phone! ”

(To be continued.) )