The Millennium After Dying Young Chapter 36: Anger

Little Zhu is tragic, he picked the wrong negotiating partner.

If it's a seasoned guy, he definitely agreed from the beginning.

But unfortunately, he was facing Xu Le.

A guy who has almost surpassed the category of "human" in terms of mood.

Experienced the massacre of the family, slaughtered thousands of angels, retreated for more than a thousand years, and encountered a time travel that never happened in ten thousand years after coming out...

He has experienced all the ups and downs in life.

Hesitating, sad, angry, passionate...

Eventually, fully immerse yourself.

When he chose to start this new life with the attitude of playing in the world, his state of mind became wonderful.

He doesn't have any ambitious pursuits or ideals. The goal at this stage is to repair this broken body so that it won't be too difficult to use when needed.

The next step is to spend more than a hundred years with this small family in peace and stability, and taste the "warmth of home" that has never been experienced in previous lives.

Wait for them to retreat again after a hundred years.

This is the rough life plan in his mind.

As for materials, his requirements are very low, very low. He has money now, but he doesn't even bother to buy a car, which shows how low his requirements are.

As the saying goes, if you don't have desires, you can be strong, it's probably nothing more than that.

So Xiao Zhu's plan was doomed to fail from the very beginning, because what he was facing was a freak who had no desires or desires.

All the advantages he proposed are just a joke in Xu Le's eyes. How can such a negotiation be achieved?

The most unwise thing is that he still chooses to provoke Xu Le in the end.

Xu Le has always been a good young man who is willing to help others.

So, he satisfied Xiao Zhu's request.

Accompanied by the rolling chill, a black figure appeared in the corner of the wall.

He is completely black, wearing a pointed hat, stepping on purple auspicious clouds under his feet, and pointing the mourning staff obliquely at the ground in his hand, he is indescribably domineering.

If it's not Heiwuchang, who else is it?

It's just that at this moment, he looks a little dusty.

The black clothes are stained with dust, the mourning stick is sticky, and the hat is a little crooked. I don't know where I just came back from.

"Oh, long time no see, long time no see."

Hei Wuchang greeted Xu Le with a smile, and quickly floated over while speaking, Xu Le smiled politely back, and the old man quickly hid behind Xu Le.

Hei Wuchang discovered the old man, and asked strangely, "Who is this?"

Before Xu Le opened his mouth, the old man cut off his beard first, grabbed Xu Le's arm and said, "I am his apprentice!"

Hei Wuchang looked at Xu Le in confusion.

Xu Le reluctantly nodded.

Heiwuchang forced a smile on his face, and said to the old Taoist: "Oh! It turns out that he is a high-ranking apprentice! I have admired him for a long time!"

"Haha! The name of the True Monarch resounds throughout the universe. I am lucky to see you today!"

To be able to talk cordially with an old ghost of Heiwuchang's level, he can brag about it for ten years, oh no, thirty years!

The old Taoist secretly took a look at Xu Le, thinking that the shade under the big tree is good! This master, confirmed!

After some commercial bragging, Hei Wuchang discovered the strange situation in the room, and his face was confused.

Without Xu Le opening his mouth, the old Taoist explained the whole story.

After hearing this, Hei Wuchang was furious, stared at Xiao Zhu who was on the ground and said, "There is such a thing?"

Xiao Zhu had been frightened for a long time, she was dumbfounded, the corners of her mouth were drooling, and she looked dull. He is a cultivator, and there is nothing wrong with being able to see black impermanence.

The old Taoist explained next to him: "If it weren't for this, the master would not invite the real king to come and make a decision."

Hei Wuchang didn't say a word, just stared at Xiao Zhu.

Xiao Zhu curled up, trembling.

Heiwuchang sighed, dusted his clothes with a mourning stick, shaking off a lot of dust.

The old Taoist was stunned for a moment, and he didn't know what to think, but unexpectedly he followed suit, patted his clothes with a dust whisk, and in exchange for a black eye, the old Taoist was so frightened that he didn't dare to move.

After a long time, Hei Wuchang shook his head and said: "This kid is vicious, but after all, it's not time to die, and I can't take him away by force."

Xu Le and Lao Dao looked at each other in blank dismay, isn't this black impermanence too principled?

At this moment, rustling sounds came from behind the desk. When everyone saw it, it turned out that Fan Zhouyi, who had fainted, woke up.

Fan Zhouyi supported the desk with one hand and covered his head with the other, looking very painful. His body was trembling, making it very doubtful that he would fall down in the next second.

However, after seeing Xiao Zhu on the ground, Fan Zhouyi suddenly seemed to be a different person, his eyes sparkled, and he let out a "ha".

Fan Zhouyi didn't know what happened after he fainted, and he also didn't know why Xiao Zhu was so embarrassed, still curled up on the ground motionless.

But he doesn't care about all of these.

He is almost dead!

Now the enemy is in front of him, and he is dying.

If you don't do it now, when will you wait?

He picked up the fruit knife on the table and pounced on it.

"Poof!"

The fruit knife pierced directly into the heart, and stirred a few times by the way, the dark red blood kept rolling down the wound, staining the ground red.

Xiao Zhu's eyes widened in disbelief, and when he turned his head, Fan Zhouyi's old face was pressed against his ear, panting ferociously.

He wanted to push away subconsciously with both hands, but just as he put his hands on the opponent, his pupils had already spread rapidly, and his body slowly fell down.

With such a fatal injury, even a fairy would die.

What's more, he is just a junior practitioner.

Xiao Zhu was lying on the ground, motionless, except for her fingers that were still twitching.

But Fan Zhouyi still didn't intend to let him go, the dagger was stabbed in and out frantically, and the ground turned redder.

His eyes were red, and his face was filled with a nervous and ferocious smile: "Go to hell! Go to hell!"

It seems to be a magic barrier.

All of this happened in just a few seconds, and when Xu Le and the others came back to their senses, Xiao Zhu was already dead.

The old man stared blankly at Fan Zhouyi, feeling a chill down his back.

He suddenly understood a truth, under any circumstances, don't force a person to a dead end easily.

Because when the flames of revenge are burning, the counterattack launched at the cost of life is enough to break through the shackles of gender and age.

It even narrows the gap between ordinary people and practitioners.

For a long time, the old Taoist sighed with compassion and compassion: "Infinite naivety!"

Compared to the old-fashioned feelings, Xu Le and Hei Wuchang seem particularly cold-blooded.

For Xiao Zhu's death, this person and ghost didn't even have the slightest emotion.

Xu Le has seen such scenes too much, and he has long been numb, and he can't make waves in his heart.

Hei Wuchang has kept his head down since just now.

Suddenly, he raised his head and said, "It's time!"

As soon as the words fell, Xiao Zhu's soul floated out of the corpse, and with a flick of the Heiwuchang seductive rope, Xiao Zhu, who was still a little confused, was **** firmly.

Then turned to Xu Le and said, "The time is just right, so it complies with the regulations."

Xu Le opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

Should we boast that the underworld has a sense of time, or is it too principled?

But in this case, it seemed strange to say anything, so Xu Le chose not to speak.

Fan Zhouyi didn't know anything about it, and he stabbed Xiao Zhu's body while weeping, shouting: "I want you to die hahahaha..."

At this moment, Xiao Zhu finally came to his senses, and shouted with red eyes, "You old bastard, even if I'm a ghost, I won't let you go!"

When he turned his head and saw Xu Le and Lao Dao, Xiao Zhu became very angry again.

"You! It's all you! If it weren't for you two bastards, your father and I would have died in the hands of this trash? Come here for me! I'm going to kill you!"

This guy bared his teeth and claws, bared his teeth, and was spraying blood constantly. He looked crazier than Fan Zhouyi.

Hei Wuchang directly hit him with a mourning stick, and Xiao Zhu finally calmed down with a cry.

"I'm joking." Hei Wuchang said to Xu Le, he felt ashamed for not taking good care of his little devil.

"It's okay, let's go."

Xu Le smiled, he wouldn't be in a verbal dispute with an unpopular brat.

Xu Le greeted the old man to leave.

As soon as he turned around, Xiao Zhu's roar came from behind again.

"I'm dead, you don't even want to live! Qingmen will find you sooner or later! Just like that idiot Long Zhen, you will be hunted down by the whole world of Qingmen! Wipe your **** and wait for death hahaha... ..."