The best waste god

Thinking of this in his heart, Nangong Haotian asked with concern: "Sister Liu Shi said just now that the person threw a letter to you, but I don't know what else he said on the white cloth?"

"What is written above means that we should hurry to the orchard to support a young man who was besieged by bandits..." Liu Zhengzhao, the silver flute guest, heard Nangong Haotian's question and answered it first.

Shentie Zhang Guai and Zhang Yongzheng twirled his beard next to Nangong Haotian, shaking his head and reciting: "It was written on it: This is the head of your father and enemy..."

Nangong Haotian suddenly remembered the secret book left by the mysterious strongman that he saw in the Demon Slaying Dragon Fort on the Zhangren Peak of Wutai Mountain. He clearly remembered the message on the cover of the secret book at that time: If you want to become a peerless Those who are strong, shatter the void, study this book poorly! ——Extremely similar to the tone on the white cloth with the human head tied on it.

"If that martial arts cheat book is all that the Demon Slayer Dragon King has learned, then I was deceived by you, the Demon Dragon Slayer King, again, and even the martial arts cheat book is a handwritten copy." Nangong Haotian couldn't help but get angry.

"The martial arts I possess now are equivalent to the top figures among ordinary masters, but the Dragon Slayer King must have reserved a step back, and he will definitely not teach himself the martial arts that can restrain himself."

"When I, Nangong Haotian, lost the value of being used, you, the Demon Slayer Dragon King, could get rid of me at any time. It's really a good plan, hahaha, I thought you would be so kind at the beginning, but I didn't expect..." Nangong Hao When Tian thought of this, a killing intent was already filling his heart.

Maybe the Demon Slayer Dragon King thought that he did it flawlessly, even the illusion of people throwing themselves off a cliff was full of reality, and even did it without leaving any doubts, it was flawless.

But he didn't expect that when he wrote on the stone wall of the cave, he had already exposed his flaws. In the eyes of Nangong Haotian, who has the memory of two different worlds, these small flaws are the most deadly things.

Nangong Haotian had noticed this a long time ago. Now that these doubts are connected together, the truth of a fact is clearly revealed and clearly presented in front of his eyes.

However, Nangong Haotian practiced the martial arts of the Demon Slaying Dragon King just to make it easier to practice the Trash Transformation God Art. The Trash Transformation God Art is his trump card. This is a god-defying art that does not belong to the world of martial arts!

As long as one can cultivate the Trash Transformation God Art to the strongest level, even the Demon Slayer Dragon King cannot be one of them. There is always an insurmountable gap between martial arts and God Art!

At the moment when Nangong Haotian was thinking, he suddenly heard Liu Qianwen ask in surprise: "Haotian, you..."

Hearing this exclamation, Nangong Haotian came back to his senses, cursed secretly in his heart, and hurriedly regained his composure, "Sister Liu Shi, where is the blood-lettered white cloth now?"

Seeing Nangong Haotian's anxious look, Liu Qianwen said without hesitation: "Let's put it on the coffee table in the living room..."

Hearing this, Nangong Haotian's heart suddenly bulged, and his face changed drastically, "No, we fell into that man's plan to divert the tiger away from the mountain."

While speaking, Nangong Haotian made a "Huo", and his figure jumped into the air suddenly, and stopped in the midair of the small courtyard. With a flick of his shirt sleeves, Nangong Haotian's figure shot directly at the cornice of the hall.

Liu Qianwen and the others saw Nangong Haotian's actions in one go, and shouted anxiously: "Let's go quickly, don't let Haotian take risks alone."

Saying that, Liu Qianwen and the other three performed light kungfu, jumped out of the corner gate, flew over the courtyard, and passed through the middle gate, only to find that Nangong Haotian was already standing on the hallway, looking at the trembling maid and two maids in front of him. , The expression is full of hatred.

Liu Qianwen, Shentie Zhangguai Zhang Yongzheng, and Yinxiao Xiaoyaoke Liu Zhengzhao flew into the hall. Shentie Zhangguai and Zhang Yongzheng saw Nangong Haotian, and asked first, "How is Nangong Xiaoxia? Did you find anything? "

Nangong Haotian Shen Tieguai asked a question, turned around, and replied in a dazed way: "Your guess is right. That blood cloth was indeed taken away by that person."

When Liu Qianwen heard Nangong Haotian's words, she said "oh" in surprise, then looked at the maid and maid, and asked angrily, "How did someone take that blood cloth away?"

Hearing Liu Qianwen's call, the maid pointed anxiously at the two stunned maids, and replied respectfully: "Xiaoling and I were picking up broken tiles on the ground. The bloody cloth that had been dropped floated to the back of the screen like the wind blowing. At that time, the three of us also felt a little strange, so we hurried over to take a look. It was strange to say that the bloody cloth disappeared out of thin air. We didn’t believe it , and then ran to the courtyard to look for it, but there was no trace."

After Liu Qianwen finished listening, she looked at Nangong Haotian and said in bewilderment and surprise: "That man is really strange, since he threw the head here, why did he steal it quietly?"

Hearing this question, Nangong Haotian smiled coldly, and said sternly: "To be honest, that man threw tiles and stole people's heads, all in order to successfully steal that piece of blood cloth."

"What is this for?" Liu Qianwen asked in surprise after hearing this.

Before Nangong Haotian answered, Liu Zhengzhao, the silver flute casual guest, also said in amazement: "According to Nangong Xiaoxia's words and actions just now, as well as the current speculation, it seems that we all know the motive and purpose of this visitor..."

Nangong Haotian's heart was shocked when he heard it, and he immediately racked his brains to think, but after thinking for a long time, Nangong Haotian couldn't find any good answer, so he nodded and said seriously: "That's right, because the junior concluded that the person is very It may be to prevent juniors from seeing his handwriting."

Shentie Zhangguai and Zhang Yongzheng were confused when they heard it, and asked in puzzlement, "Why is this?"

"Damn it, it seems that I have to use my invincible storytelling skills again!" Nangong Haotian gave a wry smile helplessly.

After pondering for a while, he replied vaguely: "Because this junior was on the way to this place, someone once left a message in the inn to warn this junior that this junior is not allowed to come to Fengjundu, let alone come to invite me. Senior Liu went to the Saibei Mountains..."

Liu Zhengzhao, the silver flute casual guest, said "Oh", "This is really weird!" Immediately afterwards, Liu Zhengzhao shook his head again, and asked again: "Then what about the message now?"

Nangong Haotian originally thought that something was going to happen, but now it seems that he has avoided the possibility of being discovered, and replied: "At that time, this junior had already decided to visit Senior Liu, so he didn't take that person's warning to heart at all. I just looked at it, thought about it, and tore it up."

Having said that, Nangong Haotian quickly changed the subject and said, "So, when this junior heard about Senior Liu's death, he felt that something was wrong. There should be some unknown secrets in it..."