What are you going out for?

With a knife in his hand, what else can he do when he goes out.

To kill, of course!

Only by killing people, killing many people, and making the broken knife in his hand feel that he is a fierce, cruel, and ruthless person. It will be willing to follow itself and fight with itself on the battlefield!

Niu Hao stared at the broken knife in his hand, watching the crimson streamer wrap around the blade, and listening to Xiao Xiao's low voice filling his ears.

At the gate of the back garden, there were a few people.

The birth mother who has long ceased to be majestic, two Taoist priests of Kongming Mountain, and a blacksmith who strikes iron.

If these people are not enough to kill, there are still many bedridden patients in the mother's house.

Although, they are not samurai in armor and fighting, but they are just sick and disabled people who are powerless to bind chickens. But their blood was fresh. They also have souls in their bodies!

Do I have to kill them all in order to reveal my ruthlessness and ferocity, and to be able to afford this bloodthirsty sword?

Niu Hao clenched the broken knife and slashed at the air, trying the weight of the knife and the feeling of chopping.

What if I didn't.

Niu Hao thought in his heart.

What can you do if I don't kill people?

Niu Hao thought in his heart, the broken knife in his hand seemed to feel it, the long roaring Xiao Xiao's voice stopped instantly, and the lingering red streamer also dissipated instantly.

If I don't obey your call and don't kill people to show you, you will look down on me, and because I can't afford this bloodthirsty sword, I won't follow me, and I won't fight with me to dominate Unai.

Niu Hao let go of his hand and threw the broken knife back to the ground.

Then I'll bury you back in.

However, I don't have that much patience to wrap you carefully and seal you in a stone box.

I'll just bury you in the dirt, let the rain hit, let the wind blow, and let you slowly rust and turn into a pair of rotten iron.

The biological mother carefully sealed the broken knife because the biological mother had carried this knife to life and death.

And Niu Hao really has no interest in this broken knife.

Niu Hao reached out and took the shovel.

The broken knife that was inserted diagonally into the soil suddenly shook, and it shook violently with a low roar, as if it was about to fly out of the air and slash at Niu Hao.

Niu Hao picked up the soil shovel, slapped it on the handle of the knife with a bang, and slapped the half-cut long knife firmly into the soil.

Play with me.

I, Niu Hao, have seen more demons and demons.

Which one is not full of joy and wants to unload my Niu Hao into eight pieces, dip it in oil and salt noodles and eat it with green onions.

And what the result.

It's not that I Niu Hao beat my ass and urine.

With your broken knife, you also want to play prestige with me.

The broken knife was smashed deep into the dirt, and the blade could not stop shaking violently.

You are so powerful, bloodthirsty, and murderous, how can you be made into two pieces by others?

Niu Hao swiped the soil shovel in his hand and knocked the handle of the knife inserted into the soil one by one.

You are such a strong and tough guy, even if you are made into two sections, it should be, yes......

No matter how you say that, I'd rather be crushed into slag than let myself survive like two broken tiles.

Isn't it?

Niu Hao waved the shovel and knocked on the handle of the short knife, thinking in his heart.

The broken knife deep in the soil shook the blade desperately, as if it was mad.

The crimson streamer that burst out from the blade of the knife was reflected from the cracks in the soil grains, and it was a red and brilliant piece, like a knife slashing into the dirt, cutting the soil into blood.

What are you doing?

Pretending to bleed is pitiful.

The broken knife that was mad suddenly flew out of the deep soil.

was swept by Niu Hao and pressed to the ground.

No matter how bloodthirsty and murderous you are, you are just a knife.

Who should be killed, and how to kill, is the one with the knife who has the final say.

It's up to you to call the shots with a knife.

My biological mother handed you over to me because she was reluctant to let you be sharp and have been buried.

For me, it doesn't make much difference whether I have a knife or not.

Therefore, if you obey me and honestly make me a sword, I will bring you to the light of day.

Otherwise, I'll bury you deep in the ground and make you rust and rot and turn into a pile of iron slag!

The broken knife was pressed to the ground by the soil shovel, and let out a low roar, vibrating the blade of the knife and wanting to jump up and slash at Niu Hao.

In vain.

Niu Hao spat at the broken knife under the soil shovel, stretched out his foot to step on it, and waved the soil shovel to fill the soil pit where the broken knife was buried.

A thought suddenly appeared in Niu Hao's heart.

"I don't believe it, there is no hatred in your heart. ”

Hatred, of course.

I, Niu Hao, am a big living person, how can there be no hatred, how can there be no hatred.

It's just that I never live by hatred.

Niu Hao looked at the broken knife that stepped under his feet.

The hatred in my heart will not be instigated by you to grow into a demon.

The broken knife encouraged its thoughts, and Niu Hao's mind appeared:

"I don't believe it, your heart is so pure, you never hide demons!"

It turns out that Niu Hao doesn't know whether to hide the demon or not.

Ever since he met Xiao Qi and had a future agreement with Xiao Qi, Niu Hao really can't hide the demon in his heart.

Thinking of Xiao Qi, Niu Hao's evil anger towards the broken knife under his feet was dispersed.

Niu Hao squatted down, picked up the broken knife, and threw it back into the open stone box.

My mother-in-law has the heart to find me a weapon to take advantage of, but this sword is unruly and refuses to give in.

Therefore, it can only be that we don't have this fate.

The broken knife shook violently, and he didn't want Niu Hao to close the stone box.

What more do you want?

Niu Hao looked at the broken knife in the stone box.

The broken knife let out a small low sound, and the sound was like a turn. reminded Niu Hao of what he looked like when Xiao Qi made a mistake and whispered to Niu Hao.

Niu Hao is not afraid that this long knife is bloodthirsty, and he is not afraid that it will stir up his heart and grow a murderous madness.

Niu Hao didn't know the origin of his biological mother, and he didn't dare to comment on his biological mother's actions.

But Niu Hao knows himself very well, and he has never hidden a demon in his heart.

Niu Hao stretched out his hand and grabbed the half-truncated knife, and the broken knife vibrated gently in Niu Hao's hand, looking much more well-behaved.

Niu Hao took out another blade from the stone box, carried it in his hand, and climbed out of the pit.

At the entrance of the back garden, the biological mother took a deep look at Niu Hao and turned to leave.

The wise Taoist knew that if Niu Hao could climb out of the deep pit where the knife was hidden safely, it would mean that everything would be fine.

But the wise Taoist was still not at ease, and chased after his biological mother and asked, "What the hell is going on", and went out of the back garden.

The copper hammer walked towards Niu Hao with steps and asked:

"You get into that big pit, it's ping-pong thunder again, and it's red light. I dug up some treasure after a long day. Show me!"

Niu Hao handed the two cutting knives in his hand to the copper hammer.

The brass hammer watched, took two steps back, and did not reach for it.

Then he said:

"I really can't see that you still have such a good ability. Such a knife can be tamed by you. ”