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"Thank you very much for your hospitality, then you're welcome."

Xiao Zhengtai chuckled, and the corners of his mouth were a triumphant smile.

Yan Nuo responded with a smile, a little sample, if she was angry, wouldn't she fall into his trap?

"Say it, talk while you eat."

Yan Nuo sat quietly on the side, staring at Xiao Zhengtai, who was covered by the dinner plate, and said softly.

In response to Yan Nuo, it was the sound of "let's go, what's wrong" eating, and there was some sad support on his forehead, Yan Nuo had to sigh again, this pair of grandparents and grandsons is really a pair of wonders!

Picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip of tea, Yan Nuo was about to speak again, when Xiao Zhengtai's faint voice came:

"Later, a young master from Xiaona Island came and took him away!"

… ＊…

Not far from the Black City, the Devil's Cry Forest, somewhere in the deep valley!

"Senior, thank you for your rescue, if it weren't for that, I would already be a corpse!"

The person who spoke had an old voice, like the voice of an old woman, but it was not difficult to hear that the words carried admiration from the bottom of my heart.

"How long have you been here?"

Pulsatilla half-squinted, leaning back on the rocking chair, and as the rocking chair swayed, his body moved slightly forward and backward.

The woman with the old voice, dressed in gray, covered her overall figure from under the top of her head, but it was not difficult to see that she looked like a young girl.

Opened lips: "It has been one month and twenty-one since the day you saved me. ”

Pulsatilla bowed, "Do you know the reason for saving you that day?" ”

The woman's body was obviously stunned, but then she hooked the corners of her mouth and replied respectfully:

"No matter what the reason for my predecessors to save me, I will definitely kill me."

Pulsatilla touched his beard, his eyes knocked lightly, remembering that day, passing through the secluded capital city, he smelled a serious smell of blood in a mansion, and he was also curious to look at it, but he didn't want to, but he saw a woman covered in blood, crawling on the ground with difficulty to escape, in his eyes, there was endless grief, and ...... Thick murderous aura.

The tenacious will to survive made him feel pity instantly.

saved her, that is, the woman in front of her.

The corners of his mouth twitched, Pulsatilla didn't care about her name, her identity, what hatred she carried, what he liked was the woman's still tenacious will to survive when her life was about to pass.

The woman seemed to think of something, and hooked her lips coldly, "Senior, today, I met the enemy who killed my father and mother, and she seems to be ...... It's not bad. ”

As she spoke, the woman's eyes shrank sharply.

Yan Nuo, Yan Nuo, now I am no longer the impulsive Su Xiaoxiao who does not leave a way out for himself, I live just to kill you!

You'd better too, give me a good life, wait for me, come and kill you!

The corners of Su Xiaoxiao's mouth hooked, no, she is now, called Su Kill!

The former Su Xiaoxiao is dead, and even Yan Nuo can't imagine that that knife didn't kill her.

It was also Su Xiaoxiao's life that should not be extinguished, that day, she wore a royal ring around her neck, made of pure gold, and blocked half her life.

The old man sighed, whether to save or not to save it all depends on his mood, but this time, he saved a bloody storm.

But so what?

Jianghu is a slaughterhouse!

Glancing at the woman, Pulsatilla said:

"Hatred, similar to medicinal herbs, is cold and slightly bitter, precipitates in the human body, and exudes the fragrance of plants. But over time, it can always give rise to one bloody war after another. Of course, if gifts from hatred are opened, there is a boom, sparks fly, smoke billows, and life falls apart in a swift way. Don't forget, it's a ritual, and hatred wishes happiness to each of you who live with hatred. ”

The woman's body did not move for a long time, and she seemed to understand the words of the pulsatilla, hatred! Hatred!

What if you are broken bones? People who have died once are still afraid of death?

Will people who have lost loved ones still fear of losing them?

She can do whatever it takes to get revenge......

Including your own life!

bowed deeply to the pulsatilla, turned around, gray clothes fluttering, resolute back, only a murderous aura!

As her name now is: Kill!