Demon King Dad

075, the new leader

The raised chess piece paused in mid-air.

But this pause was only a brief moment. With a snap, the chess piece fell again, echoing on the chessboard that spread to the entire cave.

Above the head, the black rock still revolves around the crystal. It seems that it can spin forever. The young nv in the crystal is still asleep, staying in the time that no longer advances...

"Not interested? Could it be that you are going to put all your next life here? By the side of your fiancee who can no longer wake up with you?"

The sword holder snorted coldly. His tone was not polite at all, and there was a slight sarcasm in it.

The bandaged man picked up the letter on the chessboard and placed it on the coffee table beside it. After that, as if there was nothing wrong, he continued to play chess.

"God know, maybe your mind is really hard to guess, but I think I should be able to know a little bit of your mind at this point. In the past twenty-four years, your teacher was your first half of your life. jīng **** pillar. Unfortunately, although this pillar is transparent and crystal clear, without a little bit of filth. But the pillar made of ice eventually collapsed. Therefore, you feel like you have lost all the emotional support in your heart. The next strong revenge against the Bucks will support you to continue living."

"It's been a long time, but the passage of years has finally calmed your anger. Moreover, Snow Lotus's constant companions also comforted your injured heart. It gave you another pillar."

"I know very well that when you thought that life could start again, the master sealed your fiancée to you how hard it was. This shock may be far beyond my imagination. So, you will I fully understand the fact that the already suppressed hatred has all shifted to the owner's body. If you hate the key organization because of this, I think I can understand it."

Slap-slap-slap-

While the sword-bearer was speaking, the bandaged man still played chess step by step, without lag or acceleration.

"But, I hope you can remember. Remembering you. Think about it carefully, how did you come out back then? Think about the year, think about your teacher. If it's your teacher, facing such a situation, What would you do?"

Slap-slap-slap-

"Your experience, I have heard the master talk about it. You were born when your mother fucked. You have seen the dark side of life when you were young, and your heart is full of anger. Anyone who dares to approach you will be killed by you. At that time, it was your master who brought you out of your anger."

"Li, is a great'prophet'. It is not just the name of his heart and martial arts. It is his personality. Even when he clearly knows that there is a monster in his body, his life may die at any time. There is always a nonchalant smile on the corner of his mouth."

"Your teacher has also been taken away from everything, parents, lover, and even life. However, I believe that even at the last moment before his death, he may not have had the anger and hatred like you."

"The'Prophet' knows very well that hatred can not give birth to anything. Even if life is about to die, he still chooses to be a knight and'come' to live as a person. I don't know if your teacher is like many ordinary people. Faced with a moment of despair, how much'hope' has been conceived. But you must be part of his'hope'. He taught you all what he has learned, for, absolutely It’s not for you to lie in this mountain with the anger and hatred that may erupt at any time."

The sword holder picked up the envelope placed on the coffee table and placed it on the chessboard again. The chess piece that the bandage man had planned to drop stopped at this moment, and the pale pupils stared at the envelope quietly.

"Now, the entire key organization has no leader. After the death of the owner, many branches begin to collapse. They either stand up as kings or vanish in smoke. In this, we don’t have to worry about those who are scattered around and go home. But those branches that have become kings have caused us a lot of trouble to a large extent.

"You are a'shenzhi'. God should be very clear, after losing an effective management mechanism, to what extent the crowd will be. The countries I received last month listed our branches as There are more than three cases of "robbers" fighting. It is conceivable how serious things have become."

"Those who claim to be kings have no goals or beliefs. When no one gives them orders, they begin to burn, kill, and looting like robbers. They have no idea how much damage they have caused in this short year. It is not incomprehensible to be attacked by other countries. But the problem is that after some of them were arrested, they confessed to other villages managed by the key organization as the logistics base. These villages are just some simple and simple. Many of the farmers in China continue to farm as before. They have made no mistakes, but they cannot escape the disaster."

"You can't believe that the military leaders of every country are able to perceive their mistakes, nor can they believe that all of their subordinates are upholding faith and glory. Since it is a key organization, since killing the'robbers' can be promoted, then those villagers It’s impossible to have a guarantee for his life."

"This is a fact, and it is also an extremely serious fact. If this continues, I believe that the key organization that the owner has cultivated through decades of painstaking efforts will be destroyed, and many people will be killed as a result. There will be another incident on the mainland. It's bloody. Such a scene is definitely not what the owner wants to see."

The bandaged man held the chess piece in his hand, but still did not fall. He stared at the letter for a long, long time...Finally, he put down the chess piece in his hand, took the letter, looked at it, but did not open it.

"What does this have to do with me."

The pale pupils left the envelope and stared at the sword bearer on the opposite side. The voice was cold and cruel, and there was no one to speak of.

"It has nothing to do with you, but it has to do with your beliefs. If it were your teacher, I believe that he would never allow such a thing to happen. Saving people will definitely transcend hatred and become his first thought."

After the sword holder slowly said a few words, he exhaled again—

"I believe in you, God knows. I believe that your heart is as kind as your teacher. Although hatred and anger make you unable to calm down now, I always believe that your kindness will make you stand up and become all of us. Leader. Avoid this ongoing catastrophe."

Bandaged man, thinking...

God knows, thinking...

The student of the Prophet, thinking...

Fool, thinking...

He slowly raised his head and looked up at the sky. Looking at the paused crystal in the sky, looking at the young nv in the crystal.

This is the second pillar of his life, and it is also his hope.

However, in his mind, he has already recalled his mentor. I remembered my purple-haired man with a smile on his mouth no matter when he faced him.

Hatred, anger, dissatisfaction, sadness?

Have you seen these emotions on the face of the teacher?

Maybe the teacher has...but for sure, he must have completely buried these negative emotions in his heart. Instead, teach yourself in the most kind way.

Think about it carefully, has the teacher taught himself the meaning of revenge?

No……

Recalling any bit of time with the teacher, he never taught himself anything about hatred. On the contrary, he kept admonishing himself to be calm and steady. What a wise man is really good at is not his quick thinking, but that he will not give up his calmness no matter how much adversity he faces or how difficult the situation is.

Yes... calm...

And, kindness...

"Hahu

Long, exhale from the mouth of the fool.

His gaze fell on the sword-bearer in front of him again. Slowly, said: "Why, it's me. The qualification puppeteer, or you, are more qualified to lead the key than me."

The corner of his mouth under the cloak of the sword-bearer smiled. He nodded lightly and said, "Leaders do not look at seniority. You should be clear about this."

The pupils under the bandage stared at the sword bearer on the opposite side again. Then, these eyes looked at the chessboard, stared for a moment before turning to the crystal in the sky. Finally, it finally fell on the letter in his hand.

hiss--

With a soft sound, the envelope was torn open.

The fool took out the letter in it, opened it, and glanced at it. After reading it, he folded the letter again, stuffed the envelope back, and returned it to the sword bearer.

"how about it?"

A new era is coming. "

The idiot didn't finish the endgame in his hands, but rearranged it and restored it to the camp before the start. After that, he stood up and made a move that surprised the sword bearer slightly.

He began to disassemble the bandage on his face.

The bandages that had wrapped the man for too long began to be removed little by little. After the bandage was completely dismantled, there was the white hair like snow inside, and a face that looked slightly haggard because of the long absence of sunlight.

"Are you...?"

"I graduated."

Facing the sword-bearer's inquiry, the idiot closed his eyes and slowly said such a sentence. Afterwards, he put the bandage in his hand firmly on the chessboard, once again looked up at the crystal in the air, turned around, and walked out toward the exit of the mountain.

The sword bearer took out the letter in his hand and glanced at it. There are no righteous words and no rich jiā generation. More simply, there is only a ranking list on this letter.

——The dragon of existence, whereabouts are unknown.

——The dragon of life, the wind blows the sand.

——The dragon of time, whereabouts are unknown.

——Born, Guling Town.

-Continuation, whereabouts unknown.

——The sick, Guling Town.

——The dead cannot be found.

——Reproducer, whereabouts are unknown.

——The joyful person, whereabouts are unknown.

——Worrier, whereabouts are unknown.

The wind blows.

The last leaf on the old branch was also blown off with this gust of wind.

This year's winter came too early, and it even felt extremely cruel. Even those mice are frozen in the corners of the street now, and were harvested by the **** of death early.

Houses, dilapidated.

A sour smell filled the air that made people want to vomit.

The streets and lanes are full of rotten smells. If you change to an ordinary person, you will probably turn your head and leave here at the first moment you enter this town.

The small town lingered for so long that even their country abandoned them. Their fields have long since dried up, and the fields are full of sour black water, and they can't grow anything. People with swollen belly and skinny limbs huddled under the bridge. They crowded each other to keep warm, hoping to survive this severe winter.

At this time, a man in a cloak, resisting the smell of vomiting and fleeing, slowly walked into this town. Compared with the dilapidated environment around him, the robe embroidered with stone locks on his body looks so fresh now. Those people who saw such a person walk in, all raised those yellow eyes. , Looking at him as if looking at a freak.

Patter

Step forward in fool's footsteps.

Facing the dull and muddy eyes around him, he didn't even take a look.

He seems to have only one destination.

It is the church in the deepest part of this town. Compared with the dilapidated surroundings, the surrounding churches seemed dilapidated. The cross at the top of the church has also been mutilated on the left half, and the roof has collapsed a little. It looks dilapidated.

The idiot stood in front of the church for a while, then he raised his hand and gently pressed it on the big one, hard...

Drip...

The black rain fell from the sky inadvertently.

Looking at the dark and muddy rainwater, the people around seemed to have encountered a savior. They opened their skinny hands to take on the dark rainwater, and poured into their mouths recklessly. For them, these dark and sticky, and the sour rain water is as delicious as sweet, which can relieve the hunger and thirst of the body and soul.

The fool did not look back at the rain. He pushed aside the church and walked in slowly.

The church seemed to have been bombed, and there were broken bricks everywhere. Of course the shabby roof couldn't stop the rainwater from infiltrating, ticking, the dark rain poured down and gathered on the ground into a black pool.

The idiot looked at this black pond. In the darkness at this moment, his white hair appeared so conspicuous. After staring for a while, he raised his head, bypassed the black pond, and continued to walk in the direction of the nv idol in front. Finally, stay behind a wheelchair.

The face of the nv idol was completely eroded by the black rain at this moment. The rain spread down along the two eyes of the **** statue, and finally dripped on the **** stage, making a banging sound.

In front of the altar, is a wheelchair. There is a person sitting in that wheelchair.

The thick blanket completely wrapped this person, and for the idiot standing behind it, it was impossible to see what this person looked like, whether it was a male or an nv.

However, jumping over this person's shoulders, the idiot can clearly see this person's lower body.

The blanket, shaking...

It also means that there is no double uǐ under that blanket.

The idiot watched... he didn't move or speak. Until a skin coffee with many black patches on it stuck his neck from behind...

He still did not move, nor said any words.

"It's rare to see strangers coming here. I would advise you, if you don't want to die, stay away from my sister."

Voice is

But it was a very hoarse voice that seemed to be seriously ill.

The idiot didn't look back, but said lightly--

"I'll pick up your sisters."

Are you a lock? "

The hoarse voice behind was silent for a moment and said.

"The lock is dead. I am the new key leader, God knows."

Hearing the news of the death of the lock, the back seemed to shake. Even the hand on the idiot's throat trembled.

After a while, this hand slowly released and retracted. The idiot, taking advantage of this moment, slowly turned his head and looked at the man behind

This nv person... is dirty.

She was wearing a one-piece dress that hadn't been washed for many years. There were tatters everywhere. The dirt and oil stained her clothes and it was almost the same as the one fished out of coal. And the **** under her skirt and the skin of her arms are also very dark, and it seems to be piled up with all kinds of muddy and dirty things.

The same goes for this nv person's hair. It is no longer clear what his own hair looks like. But at least, her current hair has been dyed pure black and her long hair hangs down, covering her face, making the fool not see what she looks like. At first glance, there is not much difference from a ghost.

Of course, the most terrifying thing is her right hand.

The entire arm was covered with black patches of various sizes. Needless to think about it, this nv person must be seriously ill. It was a miracle that she could still stand with such an air.

"You go. The lock is dead, and there is no need to pay back what we owe to the key organization. From now on, we have no relationship with you anymore. Don't bother us again."

The nv said with a hoarse voice. F