Quick wear: the villain can also push the male protagonist!

Chapter 88 The Young League Mainly Loves and Kills Me (41)

Sure enough, the man came back to his senses, and suddenly struggled to stay away from him, his voice hoarse and frightened, "You... where did you learn your sword skills!"

There was no temper in the words, and there was a kind of sternness in plain sight.

Han Yu narrowed his eyes, this man knew far more than he thought!
There was no surprise on his face, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, calm and composed, "Naturally, I learned it from where I should learn it."

The crazy monk stared at him blankly, his eyes moved to the red mole under his eyes.

After a while, he seemed to suddenly recall something terrible, and shouted hysterically, "It's you, so it's you!"

Han Yu's hand holding the sword tightened, his eyes flashed.

Does this guy know him?
The crazy monk could hardly maintain his sitting posture. He seemed to suddenly realize that he was bound to die, so he just kicked his legs and lay on the ground, laughing loudly.

He laughed badly, pointed at Han Yu, and said tremblingly, "...Liu Qing, you survived, hahaha, that yellow-haired girl deserves to be the one who got the inheritance of Qingyumen. By the way, save you."

"..." Han Yu frowned.

He was sure that he didn't know anyone named Liu Qing, but at this moment when he suddenly heard the name, he suddenly felt familiar to his flesh and blood.

The crazy monk didn't notice his strangeness, and kept talking upside down, just like every person who is about to come back to life, and doesn't want to keep any secrets in his arms.

"Forget it, I've lived for so long, and I've already borne enough of those sins. It's much better to die at your hands than to die at the hands of that bald donkey. It's a well-deserved death."

He forced himself to sit up, and adjusted his colorless clothes, as if he wanted to look decent.

Han Yu didn't know what to say at this moment.

His mind was in a mess.

This lunatic said so many words, he knew every word, but when put together, he didn't even understand a single punctuation.

The crazy monk seemed to see his doubts, and when he looked at him, there was a bit of pity in his eyes, "What did you ask me just now?"

Han Yu opened his mouth, but made no sound.

What he wanted to ask at first was only about Xuan Che's experience when he was young, but now, he wanted to ask too much.

Why do you call him Liu Qing?
What kind of sect and sect is Qingyumen?
Who is that yellow-haired girl?What does it mean to save yourself and save him?
There are too many questions, and it seems too heavy. Just thinking about it, I suddenly feel dizzy like suffocation.

He couldn't open his mouth, and his intuition told him that as long as this layer of paper was torn, there would be a bottomless hell on the opposite side.

But rationality did not allow him to let go of such an opportunity.

After a long time, he asked in a hoarse voice, "Who are those people you killed? And who is going to kill you?"

... As long as this monk is saved first, one day, he will be able to find out the truth behind all the fog!

The crazy monk obviously didn't expect him to stop for so long, but what he asked was this, he scratched the back of his head, "These two are actually the same person, it's..."

Halfway through the conversation, Han Yu suddenly felt a slight wind blowing from behind him, gently stroking the pinnae, like a veil, with a slight itchiness as it moved.

Ordinary people might not care, but Han Yu's expression suddenly changed.

He turned slightly, his figure flickered strangely, and disappeared in place.

In the next second, a dark and thin sword came out of thin air, pierced through his afterimage, and nailed heavily to the place where he was just now.

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