Zhang Ziyu left home at 3 p.m. on October 7 to go to work, and then at 11 p.m. on October 7, three people walked on the dam in front of the Feiyu Hotel.

Three people, a man, a woman and a boy, all don't look ordinary. The man's white clothes are like snow, handsome, not like mortals; The woman's red clothes are like fire, and she is as beautiful as a fairy in the sky; The little boy is carved in pink and jade, like a boy under the seat of Guanyin.

With their appearance, walking on the street during the day will definitely be watched.

That man's name is Nangong Qing, he is a disciple of Lan Tingxuan, one of the three major demon sects in the immortal cultivation world, born in Shaowu Pavilion, good at dancing, and has the most dusty temperament.

He is a senior brother and walks in the front. He stood on the dam, looked up at the dimming name of the Feiyu Hotel in the dark, a smile on the corner of his mouth, opened his mouth and said loudly: "The moon is dark and the wind is high!" ”

The moon is dark and the wind is high, and the killing night is high!

Such words, and his temperament, do not cooperate very well, and he has an evil smell in his life.

"Senior Brother......

However, behind him, even though she had already come here, the woman in red was still very worried, and she asked out loud, "Has Lingshi Sword already left?" Will she come back suddenly? ”

That night, it was she and the junior brother next to her who joined forces to suppress the Spirit Poetry Sword, so she knew best how strong the Spirit Poetry Sword's cultivation and strength were.

Yes, although it is an advantage, it is three to one, she is still worried.

Because she and her junior brother, the two of them saw that the Mind Realm Cultivator was attacking with all their might, and they barely suppressed the Lingshi Sword, still in an ambush and by surprise.

And even so, they didn't do any damage to the Spirit Poetry Sword, and it seemed that her state of mind had become complete.

Maybe the current Lingshi Sword is still stronger than before, and she has a strong feeling that the three of them can't win the Lingshi Sword together.

She believed that even in Shu Mountain, Ling Shijian must not be an ordinary disciple.

Nangong Qing had some understanding of the situation of Ling Shijian, he smiled when he heard this, glanced back at the woman in red, and said comfortingly: "Senior sister, don't worry too much. ”

He went on to explain, "It is said that the Red Dust Tribulation should be in the Red Dust Crossing. In order to overcome the heart tribulation, the spirit poetry sword hid himself in the mortal dust, and really became a mortal, and his words and deeds were no different from mortals.

"When a mortal eats, she eats too; When mortals sleep, she also sleeps; When mortals have holidays, she also has holidays; Mortals go to work, and she goes to work. Self-imprisonment within the rules of human society must not be detached.

"Now that the holidays are over, she's really gone to work."

He commented, "Stupid, humble, ridiculous! ”

The truth is this, but the woman in red was worried in her heart and always felt uneasy, she asked, "What if ......?"

"What's in case?" After explaining it like this, the woman in red also questioned it loudly, Nangong Qing was a little displeased, and he interrupted, "They are Qingping who you watched leaving." got on the highway and didn't come back, it was indeed Jiangzhou. ”

He added, "What's more, under their inertial thinking, we killed Vinlan and must have escaped from Qingping." I would never have thought that we would dare to stay in Qingping and be dark under the lights. ”

"I admit that Zhang Ziyu does have some IQ, but obviously, his IQ is limited. He just thinks that our target is him, and even if we want to find him, we are only looking for him. He sneered, "But, he doesn't know, he's not blackened enough."

"Just killing Vinlan is not enough for him, he can still accept it, the loved one is always fearless, and the unintentional man is always the most ruthless. It's just the death of an unrelated woman.

"The only way to make him fall into darkness is to cut off all his bonds in the world!"

"Friend...... Close relatives...... Parents ......," he laughed, "and it's best to kill the Spirit Sword as well." Come to think of it, he must have fallen into absolute madness. When the time comes, he will have the most delicious dark souls. ”

"Soul Killing Sword?" The woman in red was shocked.

"Not now, of course." Nangong Qing was conceited, "Although the Lingshi Sword is strong, it is not invincible in the end, there is always a way to kill her." There are many ways to kill her. ”

The woman in red opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but she didn't dare to say it because of Nangong Qing's obscenity.

Nangong Qing glanced at her, too lazy to bother to speak, but said, "Now, kill Zhang Ziyu's parents first." Give him another big gift. ”

With that, he walked away.

The woman in red looked at the little boy worriedly in the back, hoping to seek some support, but the little boy smiled at her, did not speak, and followed Nangong Qing away.

She had to keep up.

In the dark, Nangong Qing found the stairs on the right side of the Feiyu Hotel and walked up step by step.

When the three Mind Realm monks came to kill a middle-aged couple in their forties and fifties, he was not in a hurry at all.

Qingping County was very quiet in the early morning, and the cold wind in the late autumn night blew, blowing his snow-white clothes in the dark, making him look like a peerless and independent immortal in the world.

His cloud boots made a soft "click" sound on the concrete staircase, and the sound was crisp, like the beat of a drum in string music in the cold wind.

The sound of the cold wind is the sound of strings, and the sound of footsteps is the beat of the drum.

Then his steps became more graceful, rhythmic, like some kind of dance.

Music and dance are visualizations of inner emotions.

As a monk in the field of dance, there is no doubt about his attainments in dance, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he entered the Tao with his art.

The best dancer in the world can't compare to his dancing skills.

Thinking of killing people and thinking of Zhang Ziyu's angry and hateful expression, his mood was very happy, so his steps were also very brisk.

As he walked up the stairs, his body writhed slightly with the sound of footsteps, which was really a dance. He thought to himself that he could choreograph a dance from this, called "Killing in a Cold Night in Late Autumn".

And if someone sees him dancing at this time, they will also feel happy, thinking that he is going on a date, not to kill.

Killing is an art, Nangong Qing has always thought so, it is a dance art.

Sword cultivation like Lingshi Sword, cold-blooded like Zhang Ziyu, he feels rude, barbarian, and doesn't understand art.

Next, he wanted to kill Zhang Ziyu's parents by dancing, so that Zhang Ziyu knew that people are not killed like that.

The footsteps in the cold wind were getting faster and faster, getting closer and closer to the second floor.

When Nangong Qing walked to the landing at the end of the stairs on the second floor, the footsteps stopped abruptly.

But this stop is not the end of the dance, but the tranquility before the climax.

He slowed his pace, slid like silk, and crept through the hallway.

"Squeak~"

He unscrewed the door to the living room.

In the silence of the night, the door opened loudly.

Walking through the living room, to the door of Zhang Ziyu's parents' bedroom, his hand was on the doorknob, he raised his head slightly, closed his eyes, and breathed softly to enjoy the next artistic climax.

"Click!"

In the quiet darkness, the sound of the door lock is like a beat.

He unscrewed the door.

"Squeak......

With a gentle force, the door slowly opened.

He looked ahead, and it was pitch black in the bedroom.

But at this moment......

"Bang !!"

In the darkness, a sudden flash of fire lit up.

The sound of gunfire broke the darkness, and the deafening sound made Nangong Qing's eardrums tremble.

Between life and death, he saw a hideous bullet whizzing towards him.

"Poof!"

The bullet passed through his chest.