Chapter 90: Killing can be like a spring breeze

Rain or shine, day and night, it is about those who hide in the shadow of Liyang and silently make dedication to Liyang, who occasionally gallop on the post road, but more often they live in corners that people can't see, watching where they grow. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

The demons said they were like rats, dark and sneaky, walking in the aisles, but emitting a foul smell. The people of the Western Regions say that they are like dogs, obedient and loyal, and they will bark when you want you to call them, and they will only wag their tails. But if you want them to say it themselves, to put it simply, they are more like wolf cubs who protect their food, they protect the place where they were born and raised, this is the dark part.

Rats or dogs, because sometimes they have to do something they have to do, maybe cruel, maybe dark, but this is the way the world is, there is always something that someone has to do.

Luan Yudu sat quietly on the chair, the dim room and few furnishings were as ordinary as him, and the air was filled with a faint scent of ink, which made this person who had been used to it for forty years feel irritable for the first time, and even wanted to scold.

The first chair of the dark department sat under the middle-aged man's ass, and what happened today made him feel that this chair was so hot, even with his state of mind in the soul realm, he couldn't hold it.

"The middleman. ā€

The voice was low, even a little sad.

This is what they call in the dark for those demons and Liyang half-bloods, which reveals helplessness, the middleman is the demon domain has always wanted to cultivate, and it can't even be regarded as a master, in the eyes of the demon, the middleman is a weapon, a product of war.

The middleman does not have a demon pattern, and can be well mixed into the sun, but they still have the blood of the demon, and in the eyes of the demon, the bloodline is extremely important. The purer the bloodline, the stronger the demon pattern, and the different degrees of the demon pattern represent the realm of comprehension and the realm that can be cultivated in this life, otherwise the demon domain would not be the most powerful ruler in this heaven and earth thousands of years ago.

The demon pattern has made the demon man, but it has also been defeated in the demon pattern, and as time goes by, there are fewer and fewer bloodlines that are truly pure and free of impurities, and the demon domain has become no longer strong.

Of course, it is not that there are no demons who break the imprisonment from the low-level bloodline, and now a demon emperor in the demon domain is like this, but it is only this case for tens of millions of years.

The war sixteen years ago made Liyang mixed with a lot of middlemen, Luan Yu didn't know how many middlemen were still hidden in the corners of Liyang, maybe some middlemen were used to life in Liyang, and even wanted to live like this, but there were still some middlemen who were doing some things in the past sixteen years, which involved the Fuchu Society, which made him even more headache.

Many people don't know the dark part, and on the table of Liyang, there is only one of the three young evils who are well-known to everyone, in a high position, there are always some troubles that follow, Luan Yu is not a good person, I don't know how much blood is stained under his hands, otherwise it is impossible to sit in this position, the people below know him is iron-blooded numbness, and the people below secretly give this adult a nickname, called Da Hong Pao, but there is a strong fear and fear.

Because only they know that the big red robe they wore when they killed was just a pretty beautiful white robe before they were killed.

Now the middleman has actually mixed into the Shendu, so that Luan Yu, who has played a good hand, is a little uncontrollable, and the views of the Liyang people on the middleman have always been erratic, and the Liyang people mentioned here are of course some people above his head, those who can't be offended, always harbor hypocrisy, imitating indifference. In his eyes, it was better for those people to die.

The wheels of history are rolling forward, but the products of those histories will always hinder the feet of later generations, touching the chair he is sitting on, obviously, he is the latecomer who comes from behind.

Of course, individuals have their own minds, but the middleman is difficult to find, unless they expose themselves, how to find it, fortunately, God has a three young evils here who don't think according to common sense, that kid always has some unexpected ways.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile, Luan Yudu was still very optimistic about this kid, turned around and whispered outside the door: "Haven't the three young evils come back yet?"

The words were relaxed, but with a sense of not being angry and arrogant, so that the people waiting outside the door clenched their fingers unabashedly, and said a little nervously: "The people sent are almost back, you also know, the three young evils are generally alone, and after explaining the location of the middleman to the others, he left." ā€

After hesitating for a moment, the person outside the door lowered his head and asked.

"Lord Luan, do you want to send someone to find him?"

Luan Yudu waved his hand and chuckled: "This kid may go to Qinglou to fool around again, don't care about him." ā€

Waiting for the people outside the door to retreat, Luan Yu was silent for a long time, then picked up the pen in his hand, wrote a letter, looked up at the dim top light, silently put on a big white robe, and walked towards a darker secret passage in the room.

"It's time to send a letter to the South, I just don't know what I can get from those middlemen this time, don't let me do it for nothing!"

.......

As Luan Yudu said, the three young evils are in the Qinglou. But there was no woman fooling around with him, he was still smiling at this time, his pale face with the occasional upturned corners of his mouth, and the always frivolous eyes, which made people feel evil.

Ye Shuo stared at the door of the Qinglou with some irritability, and said to Tang Sandao behind him without looking back: "The grandfather and grandson who sang the song will be handed over to you, don't be like a girl, they are going to die, you just want to die." ā€

kept saying that he couldn't die, but Tang Sandao didn't refute it, the delicate face couldn't stop worrying, but he still protected the grandfather and grandson in front of him, his bright eyes were uninhibited, he raised his head and said in a deep voice: "I didn't bring Juque, but there is Xiuchun, killing people is still very good, not to mention things that are not human." ā€

looked at the three young evils who didn't have a trace of nervousness next to him, and even lazily played with his hair, which made Ye Shuo a little angry, at this time, he still wanted to be handsome, how could a girl look at you?

The wind and rain hit the faces of the two with a hint of coldness, making the two who wanted to laugh just now become serious, and the door suddenly fell into shadows, the miserable moonlight was completely obscured, and the hazy mist gathered from the dark corner, as if to engulf everyone present.

The three young evils looked at the mist and smiled coldly: "Demon law." ā€

"It seems that they have lost their lives and stimulated the bloodline, they really want to kill me!"

Nightshimmer quietly pulled out the dark narrow knife from her back, her eyes staring at the mist ahead.

"What should I do?"

Of course, what to do is not that Ye Shuo looks nervous and cramped, but is asking if the three young evils are sure, the bloodstained figure always gives people the feeling of falling down at any time.

The three young evils didn't speak, but just took out a bloody short sword from the bloody sleeve and whispered in an orderly and soft voice.

"It's too foggy here, and it has to be windy. ā€

As he spoke, he waved his sleeves, and the short sword pointed straight forward, as if it was not easy to move, and it seemed to be ready to go, so in this green building, a strong wind rose.

The violent wind blew from the sleeves of the three young evils, lifting the tables and chairs in front of them, making a roaring sound, the wine glass shattered, and there were a few handkerchiefs with patterns in the wind, rolling up the surrounding fog and venting towards the only exit.

The mist dissipated, revealing five figures hidden within, dressed in black, with eyes glowing green that made Nightshimmer clench the blade.

The three young evils walked forward without looking back, chuckling.

"Let me teach you how to kill. ā€

The light figure seemed to be blown by a spring breeze, and Ye Shuo couldn't help but have an idea.

It turns out that killing people can also be like a spring breeze.