don't call me devil

Qi Mo's heart may have died with his loved one a long time ago, and the reason why he is still alive is just to witness the moment of the silver birch blossom with his wife and complete the agreement?

He is riddled with demon marks, and he is tormented by pain all the time, what kind of belief made him alone and survived the painful time of 27 years?

If possible, Ren Jie would like to help him fulfill his wish, but the problem is... He is not a real lake spirit, and he does not have the ability to borrow Qi Mo for three years.

But in such a situation, there is no reason for the protector who sent him to the door.

I hope the real lake spirit can see it...

Since you don't come out, then Lao Tzu will help you stop it.

I saw Ren Jie squinting and said, "Lord Lake God can agree to your request, the question is... Can you fight? Scene... Can you hold on?

Qi Mo's tone was calm: "Below the eighth-order devouring realm, no matter the reason, no matter where you come from, you can kill it!"

"Above the eighth order, fight for your life, have a slight chance of winning..."

As soon as these words came out, Jiang Jiuli and the others were all numb, this strength is enough to walk sideways in the territory of various clans?

Ren Jie also got goosebumps, what kind of strong pure love warrior is this?

"Really... Is it really so good to fight?

Qi Mo nodded: "If you don't believe it, I will guard the door for you tonight, if there is a strong person above the devouring realm who steps into the threshold half a step, you have the right to be me." "

He didn't say anything crazy, but he came out of absolute confidence in his own strength.

Ren Jie immediately clapped his head:

"Okay~ The probation period is 24 hours, if you perform well, I will admit that you Qi Mo is the double-flower red stick in my quack gang, and the first thug under the divine envoy!"

"No food, no housing, no social security, five insurances and one housing fund, sign a three-year labor contract, open all year round, how about not paying wages for nothing?"

Everyone looked at Ren Jie with a frightened expression.

What kind of black-hearted boss is this? You didn't follow any of the labor laws, you?

And when was the Quack Gang established? Doesn't sound like some serious gang?

Qi Mo nodded, picked up the face mask on the table and put it on his face again, straddled the two black knives around his waist, got up and said, "Okay!" "

Everyone vomited blood, are you okay? With such a crotch-pulling treatment, are you really doing it?

Qi Mo just stepped out of the hotel and stood in front of the door outside the window, with one hand on the handle of the knife, like a door god, standing still in place.

However, before Qi Mo could stand there for a moment, a tall, plump and handsome young man led a little girl in a floral dress, lollipop in her mouth, and pigtails to the door of the hotel.

After glancing at Qi Mo, he raised his foot to cross the threshold.

And at this moment, Qi Mo took out the knife, and the moment he took out the knife, the world seemed to lose its color, and a heavy pitch-black ink color gushed out from the scabbard.

Directly in front of the black-haired young man's neck, the cold killing intent in his eyes bloomed.

"Line crosser! Die! The

black-haired young man paused, looking down at the long knife that was across his neck.

The strange thing is that Qi Mo's knife is not made of metal, but made of ink strips, and the ink knife has no edge...

The little girl couldn't help but hug the arm of the black-haired young man: "Grandpa~ This...

This uncle is so fierce~" The black-haired young man touched the little girl's head and showed a kind smile: "Don't be afraid~ This is not a bad uncle..."

But Qi Mo's knife didn't shake in the slightest, and it was still across his neck.

The black-haired young man squinted, and there seemed to be a spark blooming in his pupils...

At this moment, Ren Jie hurriedly spoke:

"Oh? Is there another interview? Hurry up~ Let him in! If

I don't say anything, I'm afraid that these two people will fight directly at the door.

Qi Mo put away his knife and stopped talking, while the black-haired young man led his granddaughter into the tearoom and sat down.

"My name is Beifeng, I came to meet the spirit god today, I have something to ask for

..."Qing reminded: "The level is still not clear, above the sixth-order enlightenment realm, it is very strong, maybe not weaker than Qi Mo..."

How many masters are hidden in this eternal town?

"Ahem~ Are you also here to interview as a thug?"

Beifeng's expression froze: "Uh... Sort of..."

Then he rubbed the little girl's head dotingly: "Go~ Go play with Xiao Yi, grandpa talk about something." The

little girl roared excitedly, and hurriedly went to find Zhou Xiaoyi...

I saw Beifeng smile and said:

"I am 114 years old this year, I joined the army at the age of 19, and I retired at the age of 79.

"I've seen too many lives and deaths in my life, most of my comrades-in-arms and friends of the same age have left first, and I'm left alone, I know, sooner or later it will be my turn

...""I'm not afraid of death, in my limited life, I've been crazy, brilliant, frustrated, satisfied, experienced the trough of life, crossed countless hills, and have no regrets..."

I was wrong, I had a concern, and I had a reason to linger in the world for a while..."

As he spoke, Beifeng's eyes fell on his granddaughter Bei Nuanyang's body, and his eyebrows and eyes were full of tenderness.

Qing to: "I found out, Beifeng, a native of Syracuse, joined the Lingwu Army at the age of 19, won a special merit, 3 first-class merits, 16 second-class merits, 41 third-class merits, because of his excellent performance, he joined Longjiao at the age of 28, his identity information was kept secret to the outside world, and his code name was Feng Wolf..."

Retired at the age of 79, he led countless soldiers, and many current officers are his apprentices. "

This is a living legend, an immortal veteran!"

Qi Mo's information may be difficult to find, but Beifeng has been from Rong for 60 years, and it is impossible not to find it with Qing's heels.

Qing looked at the black-haired young man in front of her, and her heart was in awe.

Even Ren Jie's expression became solemn.

How many people have been snatched back from the hands of Lord Yama in front of this person?

That great feats, every one of them was exchanged for life?

Ren Jie's scalp was numb, and he hurriedly said: "Beifeng senior, the reason why I don't want to leave is... Because of your great-granddaughter? Her parents..."

Bei Feng was stunned and glanced at Ren Jie with satisfaction.

Then he said: "My wife died early, my son and daughter-in-law all joined the army and died in the demon operation, and my grandchildren and daughters-in-law were also in the army and died on the racial battlefield..."

Nuan Yang is such a relative in this world, I could have accepted death without worry, but now I have a reason to stay, I just want to watch my granddaughter grow up and be a big tree for him to shelter from the wind and rain..."

"But... I've lived too long, I'm covered with dark wounds, I've already been half-cut into the ground, and time is running out, so I brought Nuan Yang to the town to continue my life, but I want to live longer, so that I can walk with her a little longer..."

As soon as these words came out, the entire tearoom was silent, and Lu Shen clenched his fists even more, looking at Bei Nuanyang with a struggling expression.

Beifeng is worthy of the four characters of loyalty and martyrdom, it is precisely because of these people who have gone forward and spilled their blood that there is today's Daxia, right?

Looking at the happy North Warm Sun playing with Zhou Xiaoyi, and the bright smile on her face...

Oh, yes... How could Beifeng be willing to die...