God Killer

() Zheng first wants to teach the newcomers various ways to deal with the immortal cultivators. Except when confronting the enemy, let the three of them face it by themselves.

The dim lights inside the alley, and the turbulent crowd outside formed two worlds with distinct latitude and longitude.

This makes people vaguely believe that behind this world, there is another world, either brighter or darker.

In this kind of noodle restaurant in a small alley, don't consider the issue of decoration. It is the conscience of the industry if it can be cleaned.

And this noodle shop obviously belongs to the kind of conscience in the industry.

The curtain of the noodle shop looks old, but it is very clean. From this curtain, we can know that the noodles of this restaurant can be tasted.

There was also a big pot for frying fried dough sticks outside the door, and it was tightly covered at this time, it was obvious that the shop owner had to get up early in the morning to fry fried dough sticks.

This kind of noodle shop usually closes after ten o'clock in the morning. If you want to fry fried dough sticks at four or five o'clock in the morning, you may have to get up to knead the noodles after three o'clock in the morning. One can imagine how the day goes.

Zheng first pushed open the glass door and lifted the thick and well-wiped plastic curtain. A wave of heat came from the room, followed by an aroma that made people move their index fingers.

The sweetness of the rock sugar that Zheng Xian was holding seemed to be melted by the aroma.

The entire small shop is only fifteen or sixteen square meters. In such a cramped environment, three narrow tables are tightly packed, and only one table has customers at this time.

The owner of the restaurant is a woman in her early 30s. The clothes on her body look like the word "poor" is written on her body. She works as a chef and a waiter by herself.

But if you see the face of the proprietress, you will feel that the poverty on her body is nothing, because the proprietress has an optimistic smile on her face, an ordinary face, but it looks very beautiful under this light , can even be called beautiful.

Optimism is the best beauty product, which is much more useful than those expensive skin care products. Unfortunately, many women only know how to smear toxic chemical products on their faces, but they don't want to make themselves smile for an hour.

Those who are not good-looking and complain about the lack of cosmetics are scumbags who are good at deceiving. This kind of optimism is the beauty from the heart and the sincerity from the inside out.

At this time, the proprietress had just brought two bowls of noodles to the father and daughter, and when she saw another guest coming, she immediately asked with a warm smile, "Young man, what do you want to eat?"

Zheng Xian withdrew from the door, swept the snow off his body, stomped his feet, and then re-entered the room, rubbing his feet on the thick blanket on the floor at the door.

The old lady laughed when she saw it, and even said it was okay.

Zheng Xian didn't look at the pair of father and daughter, but focused on the neat and clean recipes posted on the wall.

This shop mainly deals in pasta, and also has stir-fried vegetables, but the quantity is not much. From the various stews in the row of glass jars, we can know that there are many varieties of stewed noodles in this shop.

But Zheng Xian ordered a fried noodle and sent the proprietress to the stove at the back to work.

Zheng Xian picked up a plate of peanuts by the way, sat behind the father and daughter, squeezed one peanut and put it in his mouth, chewed it together with the piece of rock sugar in his mouth, and ate it slowly .

The creaking sound echoed slowly and abruptly in this small shop.

The little girl turned her body curiously to look at Mr. Zheng.

Pulled back by his father, the father turned his head to look at Zheng Xian with an apologetic smile, and then continued to urge his daughter to eat noodles.

At this time, the father stopped eating, put down his chopsticks, and just watched his daughter eat the noodles greedily, and then put the stewed meat in his bowl into the girl's bowl piece by piece.

Each piece was clamped very carefully, reaching out to touch the girl's head occasionally, and helping her smooth her hair, so as not to itch the hair from the little guy's temples.

Seeing the girl with a flushed face finishing a large bowl of noodles in a splash, the father seemed a little disappointed, and said slightly reproachfully: "I ate too fast, remember next time, eat slowly and take small bites."

At this time, Zheng Xian's fried noodles were brought up by the female boss.

There is a layer of golden eggs on the top. When you flip the eggs, there are tough noodles wrapped in sauce, and bean sprouts. They are full of ingredients, full of fragrance, and really delicious.

The girl's father suddenly said at this moment: "Sister Wang, this girl asks her to stay here with you tonight, I have something to go out tonight."

When the little girl heard that she was going to live in Sister Wang's house, a smile appeared on her face, she was very happy.

It is obvious that Sister Wang and the girl's father are not familiar with each other. It is not the first time that a man has left his daughter in Sister Wang's house.

It's just that there is still a layer of window paper between each other that has not been pierced, and they are in a somewhat hazy state.

Sister Wang smiled and said, "That's great. What I'm most worried about now is that I feel cold living alone, but my house is really cold. Don't freeze your girl in the middle of the night." I don't know if there is any in this sentence mean something else.

It's a pity that the girl's father didn't seem to understand, and said with a simple smile: "How can I trouble you every time, thank you."

Sister Liu frowned slightly and said with some reproach: "Why are you always so polite? If you are so polite again, I won't care about Niuzi!"

Father chuckled and didn't continue talking.

Then the father touched the daughter's head again, took off the hairpin on the daughter's head, smoothed the daughter's hair meticulously, and then re-pinned the hairpin one by one, smiled at the daughter, and put the umbrella next to the daughter , Said: "Girl, don't be afraid of the dark, don't be afraid of rain or snow, just have an umbrella, no matter what you encounter, you have to be happy and strong, life in this life is not easy, you have to live comfortably to be worthy of it .”

Speaking of which, the father kissed his daughter on the forehead, stood up, and walked out of the noodle shop.

"Goodbye Dad!"

The father waved his hand without looking back.Then the glass door slowly closed with a creaking sound.

Zheng Xian broke away his chopsticks and ate the bowl of fried noodles in one sitting. After paying, he glanced at the little girl and walked out of this warm little shop in the corner of the city.

In the depths of the alley, three dark figures surrounded a man.

As Zheng Xian came, the man turned his head slowly, with a calm expression on his face, the man slowly took off his glasses, but the clothes on his body were rolling like a snake.This was in stark contrast to his calm face.

"Give me a way out!" was the man's only sentence.

Zheng Xian didn't speak, but licked his lips with one finger and said, "You still want to live after cultivating immortality? I'm afraid the only way you can choose is reincarnation."

The man didn't look at it, but looked at Zheng Xian. He knew that Zheng Xian was in charge.

"Have you arranged the funeral?" Zheng Xian asked another question.

"It's been arranged. When I die, my divorced wife will come to pick up my daughter. I have a house and bought an insurance for myself. The amount is more than 100 million, which is enough for her to go to school. There is a large amount of entrepreneurial money. It can't control her for the rest of her life, but at least it can control her marriage." The man's eyes were slightly empty, as if he was thinking about the purpose and amount of the money.

"If there is no way out, can you at least give me an accidental death?"

Yizhi sneered and said: "Aren't you cheating the country's money? I will give you the ending of drunk driving after taking drugs, so let alone the insurance money, your daughter might have to lose money and sell your house Spit it all out!"

Zheng Xian frowned slightly, glanced at it, and then had to shut up at this moment.All the more vicious words were swallowed.

Not only Zheng Xian, but even Li Jun and Zhang Tao frowned and looked at Yizhi.

Zheng had read Yizhi's file first, and he could fully understand Yizhi's emotions.

It is clearly written in the file that Yizhi's parents and even the six closest relatives were all killed by the immortal cultivator's power of life. One can imagine the hatred that this finger has for the immortal cultivator.

It was precisely because of this blow that Yizhi stopped liking women and turned his interest on men.

Because the person who absorbed the vitality of his family was a female immortal cultivator.

It is precisely because of this that Yizhi has become Ergouzi's directional training target.One cause and one effect, fit seamlessly.

The man still looked at Zheng Xian, he was waiting for Zheng Xian's reply.

"How to die is not up to us to decide. The aftermath team has their own arrangements."

"However, based on my experience in the Sixth Division of Business for more than two years, there are very few immortal cultivators who died of non-accidental causes. Except for one immortal cultivator who burned out his brain and started killing people on the bus, there is not a single case so far that I know of." It complies with the compensation regulations of the insurance company. Perhaps from a political point of view, I don’t want the children of immortal cultivators to live too badly.”

The man showed a relaxed expression when he heard the words, as if a big rock had completely landed on the ground.

"Aren't you going to get caught now?" Yizhi was somewhat dissatisfied with Zheng Xian's statement. He hoped that every immortal cultivator would die a miserable death, and his family would be destroyed, so that he could feel the pain of the death of his family members, but he didn't dare to resist. Zheng Xian, who beat him half to death, yelled directly.

The clothes on the man's body were shaking more and more violently, and he made a hunting sound, "Surrender is death, and not surrender is death. How would you choose it? You can kill me!"