Zhuge Chen's truth of dealing with the world is actually very simple, and other people's kindness to him will be remembered in his heart. On the other hand, if anyone insults him, he will not give up. Therefore, when he saw that the umbrella holder dared to threaten him with the life of the dumb girl, he was as indifferent as him, and he would be furious in an instant.

It is the rule that an assassin kills people and does not harm others. Just like sword cultivation seeking revenge, he will never attack the family of his sworn enemy. Once violated, it is equivalent to going against the general trend, and it will inevitably end up in a dead end.

However, the umbrella holder didn't seem to have such an awareness, he raised his head and stared at the change in Zhuge Chen's facial expression with interest. It's like a cat catching a mouse, playing with it in every possible way before it eats it. He never thought of hiding his perverted thoughts, and he was in the shadows all his life, and everyone's psychology would change to a greater or lesser extent.

He just didn't expect that a young sword cultivator with an infinitely bright future would have the courage to kill two Zhen Dao cultivators in the imperial capital, a cultivator of the Great Zhen Dao realm, would actually feel compassion for a mute girl. And the cause is nothing more than an insignificant white umbrella. Even if that umbrella is sold in the market, it is only the price of a copper plate, how can it be compared to his own life?

Originally, he just wanted to try, but he didn't expect to be able to lure the snake out of the hole, which was an unexpected joy.

The umbrella bearer holds the dagger against the mute woman's back, and with a slight stab, it can pierce through the opponent's chest. The mute girl is just a mortal, so naturally she can't withstand such a heavy blow: "I know that even if you don't return to the peak of your killing power now because of your injuries, there are still many ways to kill me in the face of an assassin who has come out of the shadows." So without some special means, I don't dare to stand in front of you openly. You are the most hateful of these days. Why are you all cultivators, and your realm climbing makes people envious and jealous?"

Zhuge Chen narrowed his eyes and did not answer. On his cultivation path, the sword qi roared, and the wind swept away. This was a manifestation of his extreme anger, and the prosperity of the Genting tornado was only one lap smaller than when he learned of his uncle's death in the small town.

Whether it is in this world, or when he is still the white-clothed god king of the Zhuge family, Zhuge Chen's temperament is too chic. He always let go of his mixed thoughts, as if if he didn't think about it, there would be no such and such trouble. Indeed, a Tianjiao does not have to worry about firewood, rice, oil, salt and trivial things like the people in the market. But this can also show that when Bai Yi is worried, it is not a trivial matter.

Not far away, the umbrella man continued his chatter: "That's why I became an assassin, because only by killing you so-called sons of heaven with my own hands can I feel the true pleasure." When the time comes, it will be wonderful to cut off their heads and hang them on the head of their beds!"

As he spoke, he threw the oil-paper umbrella into the rain and let it fall on him. His face was flushed with a sickly look, but he looked as if nothing had happened.

"As long as I kill you, my collection will definitely be able to go to the next level!" the umbrella man laughed, as if he was crazy: "Because you are more worthy of this title than those Tianjiao!"

Zhuge Chen looked at the umbrella holder, calmed his mood a little, and said to himself: "No wonder you became an assassin, with such a sick mind, you can really only enter this industry." Even if you hide in the shadows and kill countless Tianjiao, what can you do? At that time, they were just attacked by you? If it were a normal life-and-death fight, you would have been in a different place long ago. What you enjoy is nothing more than the pleasure that torture and killing Tianjiao brings to you, that's all. It's so great that you still deceive yourself, but you don't know that you're still a waste. ”

Since the umbrella holder himself has psychological problems, he uses words as a sword to expose everything that the other party is unwilling to face. He always felt that such people were unwilling to face their bloody hearts.

Because they are cowardly and incompetent.

Obviously, his doing so aroused the anger of the umbrella holder, and he actually took the capture as a threat to force Zhuge Chen's mute girl to slap away, and then strode towards this side. He roared like a beast without reason. But if Zhuge Chen's qi on the path of cultivation is still at its peak, he will definitely find the lust in the other party's eyes.

It is no wonder that many of those who are willing to become assassins and act as killing machines for others have the hope of ascending to the heights of the spiritual path?

Now that he has been poked by Zhuge Chen, he naturally loses his calmness, but this is what Bai Yi needs. Originally, if he wandered in the alleys, it was nothing more than a cat and mouse trick, although it was unknown who killed the deer, but he had confidence in himself. Even if the lethality has fallen to the peak now, he is still sure of playing an assassin in the dead zone. But when the mute girl was caught by the umbrella holder, he had to give up the plan and choose to come forward.

In the end, Zhuge Chen is not ruthless enough to sit idly by with a woman who has helped him kindly. Just like the umbrella man said, he didn't expect that an ordinary mute girl could force him out.

"Call me a waste, you are a sword cultivator who shows up for the sake of mortals, and completely disregards his own life?!" The umbrella man rushed in front of Zhuge Chen, and the oil-paper umbrella in his hand was handed out directly, and he was about to pierce the chest of the white cloth. It turns out that he is called an umbrella holder, not for nothing. That oil-paper umbrella was his weapon. E-book house

Cultivators in the world, in addition to sword cultivators, there are certainly not a few who use guns and whips. However, there are still some people who take the left side of the door. Just like an umbrella bearer, the umbrella is used, and it is also the most perfect camouflage.

Zhuge Chen stretched out his hand and grabbed it on the handle of the umbrella, trying his best to prevent it from continuing to move towards him. But the countless raindrops, as if they had been sent, frantically attacked him.

After a few moments, blood flowed from the scars all over his body, staining the white clothes into bloody clothes. He should have thought a long time ago that since the oil-paper umbrella is the weapon of the umbrella holder, then the drizzle should be the opponent's hole card. He is also concerned about chaos, if he hadn't used a wisp of sword qi to probe the mute girl's current situation, now he would be able to at least contain the other party's time for a pillar of incense.

"What's the matter, me or you, who is more like a piece of waste?" The umbrella man laughed wildly, as if the whole world was now the only two of them: "The matter of becoming a king and losing a king has been like this since ancient times. As long as I kill you and hand over your head to the royal family, it will be a simple matter to seek a good job. But I've changed my mind now, and I'm going to interrupt your cultivation path and wonder if you're a nail that's not much better than that? I'm going to drive a nail into your body every day, and I'm going to ask you which of the two of us is a little more wasteful!"

As he spoke, he clenched his fists and hit Zhuge Chen's body. The fist is like a shower, and it doesn't stop for a moment. Rao is a little unbearable with his physique. But he still took a breath and asked, "Do you really think you're going to eat me?"

"I'm most annoyed to see your arrogant and domineering attitude these days, and you can convince Lao Tzu!" the umbrella holder roared and slammed his fist on Zhuge Chen's face.

But in his trance, he saw Bai Yi laughing.

Zhuge Chen endured for a long time, and this is the moment he waited. I saw that the gap that should have been a flying sword was held in his hand, just like his own sword, and was handed out by him. The power of time defies the rain curtain and wraps around the umbrella holder's body. Those raindrops were no longer stagnant in the air under this sword, but slowly falling.

Although the sword qi is time, in the final analysis, it is still Haoran. Zhuge Chen handed out this sword at the cost of running out of oil and drying up, just to be able to kill with one blow. Cutting grass without leaving roots has always been his style.

Watching the sword qi pierce through the umbrella man's chest, Zhuge Chen finally felt a little relieved, and he was about to fall to the ground after a stumble. And the mute girl stepped forward at this moment and stretched out her hand to support the white clothes. Even ignoring the blood stains on his body stained himself, he walked slowly and left the alley with Zhuge Chen.

But before he could take a few steps, he heard a voice behind him: "Where are you going, have you asked my opinion?"

Zhuge Chen turned around abruptly and found that the umbrella holder who should have died was standing in place intact. Even the hideous wound on his chest disappeared.

He looked at the frightened mute girl and Zhuge Chen, who was not flustered but frowned, and gently threw away the yellow paper he was holding in his hand.

"Thanks to the yellow paper that I asked the royal family for before I came, otherwise it would have been planted in your hands. If I take back Fang Cai, of course you are not a waste, and you are even different from other Tianjiao. In the face of danger, I can calm down and think at the moment of life and death, to be honest, I am very envious. The umbrella bearer paused for a moment and continued: "But with your current state of running out of oil and running out of lights, you shouldn't be able to stir up any wind and waves, right?"

Zhuge Chen's face was expressionless, and even his brows were stretched. His gaze fell on the yellow piece of paper, and he tapped his fingers into hooks.

That piece of yellow paper in the heavens, called the reincarnation talisman, has the same function as the name, and can allow the practitioner who holds this talisman to "steal" a life even if he dies. However, the price is also very great, and the cultivator's qi opportunity on the path of cultivation is completely deprived. Although the realm will not fall in the future, there is no possibility of entering the realm again.

In other words, it is another way of breaking the path of practice.

"You can try it. Zhuge Chen's expression was indifferent, and he said: "But I pity you, in the future, you, the umbrella holder, am afraid that you will only be an assassin umbrella holder, right?"