Grasping Evil

Sunshine and hustle and bustle, Qimei Ice City is slightly cold.

Ning Fan white clothes black squat, leisurely out of the Sifan Palace, behind him, separated by two steps, followed by crappy paper cranes, hairpins have changed girls, wearing thick foxes, small hands are still frozen red.

"Where is my brother... are you not cold, wearing such a single?" With a small hand, the paper crane asked.

"Cold, but when you ask, I am not cold, it is strange." Ning Fan turned back and smiled, and the paper crane looked inexplicably blushing.

By the opportunity of dispensing antidote, Ning Fan went out of Sifan Palace and took the paper crane out to go around. The two had to cultivate and cultivate their feelings. After all, they already had the husband and wife.

Otherwise, when Ning Fanzhen and the paper crane are double repaired, they will not go down.

The juvenile is handsome, the girl is shy, and the good atmosphere is destroyed by the old devil.

The old devil walked in front of the two to lead the way, and all the way to the magic repair, look to Ning Fan, like the god, hurriedly avoid.

"Haha, you guys continue, when Laozi does not exist."

The old devil is very happy, the gloomy face of the past, at this moment, laughs into chrysanthemums, flowers, why? Because of his meridians, it is expected to be cured.

Those magic repairs, when the old devil laughs, hurriedly avoid. In their impression, the old devil frowned, the actual is happy. The old devil laughs, usually to kill.

"Oh, that young lang is the new apprentice of the city owner? When he is finished, he is dead, it must be the lord of his anger." Everyone sympathized with Ning Fan.

The city of Qimeicheng Nancheng is a square market, selling all kinds of medicinal herbs, magic weapons, and spiritual costumes. The northern city is the treasury and medicine garden of the old devil.

The medicine garden is called Meizhuang. The flame is brick, and it is built into four dimensions. The middle season is like spring, and the medicine is full of vitality. The zenith is a line of light curtains, people can't get in, and the sun can shine in. Outside Meizhuang, there is a black armor, with about 400 people, and each of them has seven blood plum blossoms on their shoulders.

The commander of the Black Armed Forces was an iron man with a height of two feet. He was trained to enter the city to meet the old devil. Ning Fan had seen this person.

When Tiehan saw the old demon coming, he was stunned, and the four hundred black guards fell in love.

"May Wei leads the sorrow, see the city owner! See...the lesser master..." To Ning Fan, worshipping, four hundred Mei Wei, are reluctant.

"Important, I will give my son... Wait, I am in a good mood today, you don't have to roll. Come over and give your brother-in-law a look."

The old devil laughed, this smile, falling in the eyes of four hundred Mei Wei, all vests are cold. But did not dare to violate the old devil command, rushed to assemble, and stood in a circular array. In my heart, I am uneasy.

Finished! The city owner is laughing! The city mainly kills people! Is it strange that we shoumei Meizhuang is not good!

This round array, named ‘two instruments, chaos and squad,’, everyone breathed, neatly arrayed, and trained well.

This scene, exposed on the face of the old devil, smirked, an expression that he had not revealed for forty years.

"Ning Xiaozi, look at it, this is one of Laozi's 'three guards', Mei Wei! A melting spirit, four layers of five veins, dragging out, destroying a mortal country is easy, kicking a correct way More than enough. Ning Xiaozi, give two comments, Laozi's Mei Wei, how!"

The old devil's chrysanthemum, the flower face, with the show. I don't know why, he especially wants to listen to Ning Fan's praise.

And Yu Chi and four hundred Mei Wei, listening to the old demon praise, all flattered. You must know that they have forgotten to die for 40 years, but they have never been praised!

They didn't shake, they weren't afraid, and they all stood very well. In their view, the old devil is to show power with the new collectors. The old devil wants to face, they do the men, they must help the old devil to earn face.

They did not care about Ning Fan’s evaluation.

mighty? powerful? Still hot? Fierce? Anyway, it should be all praise. They don't think that Ning Fan District has a layer of rumors, dare to be a master of four hundred, in front of the old devil, to say something ugly.

"Master respects let me evaluate you, I will simply say a few words..." Ning Fan's tone is dull, but when he says it, the old devil and Mei Wei are all changed.

"This Meiwei four hundred people may be elite in the right path, but in the magic road, it is only a...the rabble!"

As soon as this sentence is said, the four hundred masters are full of anger, and they can’t wait to kill Ning Fan on the spot. A junior in the district, dare to speak out!

But the old devil, said by Ning Fanyi, was first angry, but when he thought of something in Ningfan’s words, he showed a thoughtful look.

"Ning Xiaozi, you talk about why they are the rabble. I want to hear..."

If other masters say Mei Wei, the old devil must turn his face with others, because the old magic is short.

But Ning Fan said this, the old devil knows that Ning Fan is not a sensational person.

"Three reasons. First, they are demons and they are not murderous."

"What? Not enough murder? Haha! Nonsense!"

"Forty years ago, when Lao Tzu killed, you still haven’t had a mother-in-law!"

A group of Mei Wei was noisy, and even more people pulled out their swords. It seemed to be a move to Ning Fan. The little paper crane was so scared that he pulled Ning Fan's sleeves, but the old devil was indifferent.

And Ning Fan, in the face of four hundred murderous Mei Wei, closed his eyes, only sneer.

"Other people provoke a sentence, you will be unstable, this is a proof of murder. The real magic repair, to murder the heart, the heart is like a stone, the face of the blood of the corpse is not shaken. You, can not do. Forty years ago, you may have been a master of magic, but after forty years, you enjoyed your time in Qimei City, lost your magic, lost murderous, weak, too weak."

Ning Fan's voice is not big, but gradually, the magic repairs that heard this are all blushing, but slowly put away the blade.

It is irrefutable that Ning Fan is right, right.

Forty years ago, they followed the old devil, and in the name of the 'black magic three gods', they fought against the country and the magic name. But forty years ago, the old devil scatters the black devils, joins the ghosts, and Mei Wei, with the old devils returning to the seven Meicheng, only to complete the task of guarding the medicine garden, no more killing.

Even if you kill occasionally, you can kill some kittens and puppies that steal drugs. Under the leadership of the old demon, they were Mei Wei, but dared to directly attack the first decent of the country.

Why don't they want to return to the Magic Road, and once again laugh and arrogate the country, the rainy world, but unfortunately, they can't. Because the old devil was injured, in the retreat, in the treatment of injuries, and they hid the killing, lost murderous, just to not give trouble to the old devil.

Unexpectedly, a district of a layer of juniors, actually saw the helplessness of others, this junior, a keen eye.

Although the heart is not happy with the insults of Ning Fan, but the late and the four hundred Mei Wei, but no one, refuted.

They know that Ning Fan is right, but still can't look down on Ning Fan.

"This kid, know what! We don't want to kill the enemy ourselves! We are just here to return to our loyalty!"

The old devil is still speechless, only slowly closing his eyes, with a hint of embarrassment.

Ning Fan, but continued.

"You, dissatisfied, even if I am right, you are still dissatisfied. You feel that you are only loyal to the Lord, lost murderous, as long as you return to the battlefield one day, you can restore murderousness and re-devil. You are wrong..."

"Glutton is not a murderous force, but a kind of power, a kind of magic. Like a sword that does not scabbard, people dare not look at it. There are devils to grow flowers and fish, and to study leisurely, but the murder has not weakened, and It is hiding the edge and becoming deeper. Once it is used, the magic is more prosperous. Master respects you to guard Meizhuang, for perhaps, let you learn to converge sharply. But you, but you do not understand the mind of the master. Gradually You really only see Zhuangzi. If you let you kill the Taixu faction now, do you dare?"

Ning Fan’s words were silent.

"You think, my murderous, how? My murderous magic, than you can be many times." Ning Fan smiled.

Yu Chi, four hundred Mei Wei, looked up at Ning Fan and shook his head.

They agreed with Ning Fan's point of view, but they did not think that Ning Fan had a bit of murderousness and a slight devil.

Ning Fan, is a junior in the puddle, perhaps with unique insights and sharp eyes, but the age is too light, too weak to repair, it is impossible to kill people, and the feelings of the magic road can not be deep, murderous, enchanting Wei?

"You don't believe, I am mad at the Devil, far more than you?"

"Do not believe."

"Then, I will show you, my murderous."

At this moment, Ning Fan closed his eyes and remembered that the ancient Emperor had killed his life. He had memories of the Emperor.

Within the void, countless masters who are far more than broken are beaten to death by the ancients.

Among the stars, one of the stars of Xianfu was crushed by the ancients.

The ancient emperor, the number of people killed in life, I am afraid that the total number of people in the rain sector will add up, not enough!

At this moment, Ning Fan opened his eyes and took the life of the ancients.

At this moment, a general momentum of the wild and beasts emerged from Ning Fan.

Under his gaze, four hundred Meiwei, all face changes, as if gazing at them is not Ning Fan, but Xiandi!

Chilling, ignorance, helplessness, fear, and heavy mood echoed in their hearts, but no one dared to look at Ning Fan!

"This is the murderousness of the Lord, how many people have killed, how many people have killed!"

It’s awkward, and it’s hard to calm down.

(Seeking collection, seeking recommendation)