Chapter 843: Master, your cloth is gone.

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His loved ones were killed, and the devils were killed. The wife and children of this man were killed, but the people who killed them were human beings.
Meng Ziyi couldn't help but feel ridiculous. At that moment, he remembered himself because of the experience of the old man.
There is a reason to catch the demon slaying demon, then his relatives, who recruits who provokes, why do the monsters kill them?
Is it possible for people to be theoretical, and how is the theory of the demon?
Therefore, there is only one kill in his eyes. Since he can't be in theory with it, he will slash it directly!
Nanxun noticed that Meng Ziyi’s release of the killing moment was unexpected. I lied to him to listen to this story, and I don’t know if he would pull him closer, or... push it further. Hey, the road is long and it’s a long way to go.
The killing intention of Meng Ziyi was fleeting, and once again, it became unsettled. Guo Yuran’s heart was unstable at this time, and naturally he did not notice it.
Seeing that he was still screaming, Nanxun suddenly followed him: "What shameless catching the demon, how can you kill without saying anything? That canary is no problem, but why not even let a little baby let go?" Animals, simply animals! Scum!"
Guo Laotou suddenly heard the roar of his cover, and he stopped. He did not expect that the scabbard would follow him. If she is really a scabbard, her master is just in front of him, and she is also a sorcerer. Is she arresting the sorcerer in front of her own master?
Not to mention Guo Laotou, it is Meng Ziyi who also stunned.
After Guo’s head paused a little, he continued to roar:
Yes, the old king of the surname Jiang is a beast! Hey!

Nanxun’s voice is higher than him:
The beast! The bastard! This kind of person is a waste of food in the world. After death, he must be under 18 layers of hell...

In the end, Guo Laotou suddenly laughed loudly. "Hahaha... You have a straightforward character and a clear love. You are more than happy with your master. The old man likes it!"
Meng Ziyi lifted his head and immediately hanged down if nothing happened. The story was almost heard, and the knives were almost wiped.
"Guo Lao, did you go to be a ghost hunter to find revenge for the old road?" Nan Yan curiously asked: "Since the old road is to catch the demon, why is Guo Lao a ghost hunter?" There are many Taoists in this world. The martial art, although these martial art disciples all catch the demon hunter, but there are still the main and secondary points, those who are good at catching the demon are called the slayer, and the sorcerer who is good at the hunter is called For the ghost hunter, the other ones without the primary and secondary are called the warlock or
Taoist.
Guo Laotou had just passed a sigh of relief, and listened to her call from her old man to Guo Lao, and she was very refreshed.
"Because I know that I have learned the same thing as he did, I don't want to revenge in my life. It is better to take a different approach and attack the short board."
After burying my wife and baby, I left my homeland and embarked on a road of no return. The only purpose of my life is to kill Wushan Jiangmo old children. Don't kill him, I mean it's hard!

"Wushan Jiang Mo? Master, have you heard?" Nan Hao suddenly asked Meng Ziyi.
Naturally, she knew it, and as a talented catcher, how could he not know the big men of these sects? Moreover, she noticed that when Guo Laotou mentioned the name, Meng Ziyi's expression changed slightly.
It seems that I have not only heard of this simple, he has also contacted this person.
"There is something to hear." Meng Ziyi said faintly, not willing to say more.
When he was expelled from the division, he met the predecessor on the road. He appreciated his qualifications and wanted him to switch to his door, but he refused.
No one worships the second division, even if he is expelled from the division.
If it is this predecessor, Meng Ziyi understands that this Guo is old. Even if he used a hundred evil spirits to refine a ghost king, he might not have the life of that person. However, he did not say anything about this.
It is sad that people live because of hatred. If you know that your life’s persistence is far from what you think, isn’t it more sad?
"Guo Lao, I hope you will get what you want soon." Nan Yan said to the old man.
Guo Laotou’s spirit is shimmering: "Take your good words, I must take the dog's life of that old thing!"
Nanxun did not ask him why he is now practicing cults. These are already obvious things. He was lucky enough to enter the hunter gates, but he was thinking about revenge, taking various shortcuts, and was finally expelled from the division because of practicing sorcerers.
This point is somewhat similar to Meng Ziyi, but Meng Ziyi is too arrogant and the reason for being expelled is far-fetched.
Nanxun didn't know what to expect, and asked Xiao Ba: "Do you have a lot of lives in the hands of Guo Laotou?"
Xiao Ba: "When you know why, is he like a murderer?"
Nan Yan sighed: "Poor people must have hateful places. If this is not a master, the innocent former member may have been tossed to death by ghosts and sores, but this is only because he took people's money and people to fight disasters. ""
Xiao Ba: "Hate is a terrible thing. It can blind people's eyes and mind. No one believes in only oneself. It can also become a murderous person. A capable person becomes a villain because of hatred, such as Mencius. Yi, the incompetent person turned into cannon fodder because of hatred, like the old man in front of him."
Nancy suddenly laughed. "He won't be blinded by hatred and his mind, and he won't kill people. If I am there, I won't let him fall to that end."
Xiao Ba did not refute. It sometimes feels like the savior of the savior of the savior, but in some ways, she is.
Save the world's big villains, is it to save the world?
"Go away." Meng Ziyi faintly opened, did not let Nanxun continue to chat with Guo Lao.
He picked up the scabbard from the ground and inserted the cleaned scorpion knives into it, and the rag that had been used for some years was thrown to the ground by him.
The rag has long been stained dark red by the blood that could not be washed before, and at this time, because it has just wiped the blood on the scorpion knives, it becomes red and glamorous, so it lie on the ground, with a smell.
Nan Weiwei, reminded one: "Master, the cloth you wiped the knife fell to the ground."
Meng Ziyi: "No, change one."
"But Master, this cloth has been used for many years, you are used to it, how do you throw it and throw it?"
"Abandoning something is not as difficult as it seems."
"Ah? Oh, yes, I think too! So the next time you have a bed to sleep, can the master sleep and lie down?"
"……let me consider it."
"How do you think about such a good thing? Just said that the habit is not so difficult to change."
"I am talking about giving up some things that are not needed."
"That's not what it means."
"..." As the two moved away, the dialogue between the two became smaller and smaller.