Assassin Wu Liuqi's swordsman Lu Jiu

Seeing this, Aba couldn't help taking a step back, and said angrily, "Wu Liuqi, what on earth do you want?"

He felt that Wu Liuqi could no longer be called a sand sculpture.

What a fool*!

Seeing this, Wu Liuqi scratched his head and smiled: "I want to see if you can really talk, Aba..."

After finishing speaking, Wu Liuqi stuck his chin and looked at Abba thoughtfully.

"Aba, you seem to have had your brain frozen before recovering your memory, right?"

Wu Liuqi asked.

Wu Liuqi still remembered that Aba had already been injured because of being affected by the battle before. He heard from Ji Dabao that his brain might be frozen out.

But now Aba has recovered his original memory, which makes Wu Liuqi feel envious.

If conditions permit, can I also be frozen?

Wu Liuqi couldn't help thinking this way.

Aba knew what he was thinking when he heard his words.

"I can put you in the refrigerator to see if I can restore your memory."

Abba rolled his eyes and said.

This guy Wu Liuqi, Aba sometimes really wants to cut his head in two like a watermelon with a scythe, to see if there is shit in it.

Otherwise, how could the brain circuit be so clear?

Hearing what Aba said, Wu Liuqi imagined himself shivering in the refrigerator.

He scratched his head and said embarrassingly, "Forget it..."

Aba rolled his eyes and didn't want to talk to him.

After not discussing this topic anymore, Wu Liuqi looked at Aba curiously, and said in doubt: "By the way, Aba, since your memory has been restored, why don't you resume your original life?"

Aba was taken aback when he heard the words, and then his face darkened a little.

He glanced at Wu Liuqi, and suddenly thought of the magic sword Thousand Blade that day, he couldn't help but sighed, and said to Wu Liuqi earnestly: "I know you are very curious about your past now."

"I have no right to tell you not to pursue your past, but if I'm not wrong, your past will not be very beautiful..."

"I did regain my memory, but now I miss the time when I was a mute..."

Abba doesn't know who the owner of the magic knife Qianren is.

But when he got the magic knife thousand blades from Lu Jiu's house under Lu Jiu's instruction, he knew it was not an ordinary weapon.

Although I don't know what Lu Jiu's purpose is, but Aba curiously used his true energy to explore the magic knife Qianren along the way.

Nothing but a mysterious and powerful aura.

And that aura was faintly similar to Wu Liuqi!

Weapons like the Demon Saber Thousand Blades are naturally not ordinary weapons.

Being able to get involved with Wu Liuqi might have some inseparable connection with Wu Liuqi's past...

Abba retrieved his memory, the memory about the Scythe.

But this memory is not what Aba likes, he doesn't want to be a ghost anymore.

Although, the ghost sickle is him.

But for Abba, since he didn't leave the island, and didn't change his name to the original Scythe, then for him, he was Abba.

Aba from Dabao J Hair Salon.

But the past is not so easy to let go.

What memory brings to Abba is not only his combat experience, but also the crimes he has committed.

If possible, Abba would prefer not to restore his memory for the rest of his life.

It's good to be dumb all your life.

In the same way, although Abba fell into a coma during the battle on the mountain and did not see the shadow assassin Qi, he did not want Wu Liuqi to be like himself, but he had to accept the torture and suffering brought by his memory when he retrieved his memory , and the heavy blood.

Chapter 353 Don't Drink Tea

"So, let's just muddle along, life in the hair salon is actually pretty good."

Abba smiled helplessly.

Having blood and sin on your hands is not something to be proud of.

Wu Liuqi fell silent upon hearing this.

He didn't know what Abba had experienced before, and Abba didn't take the initiative to talk about it, and he wouldn't ask, because this is everyone's privacy.

Regarding the memory of the past, Wu Liuqi was indeed a little curious.

But Aba's words also had to make him think deeply again.

If the memories from the past were not good, even tainted with blood and crime, would it be necessary for me to get them back?

"call……"

After a long time, Wu Liuqi let out a deep breath.

Seeing his appearance, Aba already knew his decision.

Sighing helplessly, Abba stopped discussing this issue with Wu Liuqi, and turned to continue his work.

……

The turmoil brought about by Prince Stern and the recovery society gradually passed, and the calmness of the past was restored on Chick Island.

However, the news of Prince Stern's defeat has also been known to many interested people. Like the original track, many hairy assassins quietly came to Xiaoji Island.

But it's none of Lu Jiu's business, he went on his morning run as usual.

Not long after, Lu Jiu, who habitually put a towel around his neck, seemed to have noticed something, and glanced at the grass on the right, without paying too much attention, and ran straight over.

After he was far away, a cute little head suddenly popped out from the grass.

After a while, a figure emerged.

He has a pretty face, softer than a woman, wearing a small skirt, and carrying a machete behind his back.

If you don't look at his throat seriously, you might think he is a woman.

But it doesn't matter if you don't recognize him, because he can scare some men away as soon as he opens his mouth.

"This poor running man doesn't know yet, but he has already become the prey of the eighth-thousandth and eighth-ranked top assassin on the assassin list—the Eight Halberd Machete!"

"Hum hum……"

"This uncle should be thankful, Mr. Eight Halberd Machete didn't want to commit more crimes today, otherwise he would have been decapitated long ago..."

"Uh ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha... hiccup? Where's the person?"

Hao Kui laughed loudly, his voice was bold and unrestrained, thick and powerful, just like a bell.

This rough figure formed an extremely strong contrast with his figure like a woman's.

After Hao Kui laughed for a while, he suddenly found that his target had disappeared from his sight, and the rough laughter could not help but stop abruptly.

After anxiously looking left and right, Haokui finally found Lu Jiu's figure again, and he was overjoyed to follow him quietly.

After using his clumsy hiding skills again to think he was avoiding Lu Jiu's gaze, Haokui ignored the strange eyes of passers-by with sinister eyes and smiled.

"I'll pretend to fall in a moment and stand in front of this uncle. He will definitely not just sit idly by, or even become sexually interested. Then I will find a chance to restrain him and ask where the strongest man on the island is. where!"

Hao Kui thought to himself.

In his opinion, this plan is simply seamless and perfect!

After secretly giving himself a thumbs up, Hao Kui quietly followed Lu Jiu again, and waited for the opportunity to run in front of him.

Well, in fact, in the eyes of normal people, Haokui may be mentally ill.

Obviously, it is possible to directly catch a person to inquire, but it has to be so complicated.

But in Haokui's view, he is a professional assassin.

Since you are an assassin, you must act like an assassin!

No problem!

Lu Jiu, who was running, had already noticed that someone was following her.

Haokui's extremely clumsy tracking skills can be noticed even by ordinary people.

After all... have you ever seen a girl in a small skirt doing push-ups on the ground pretending to be nothing?

Lu Jiu was very speechless.

"Hey, another girl who is under the charm of my Lu..."

Lu Jiu sighed, feeling a little distressed by the troubles caused by her appearance.

Of course, this is because Lu Jiu didn't hear Haokui's voice. If he had, he wouldn't think so.

At the same time, Hao Kui also quietly touched Lu Jiu's side.

After glancing at Lu Jiu, Hao Kui acted according to the plan, walked to the road that Lu Jiu was about to pass, tilted his ankle, and pretended to fall to the ground.

However, just when Haokui wanted to "weakly" fall to the ground, a small stone got stuck at his feet inappropriately, which made his eyes widen instantly, startled in his heart, his body lost his balance, and he threw himself directly onto the ground. On the ground!

"Fuck!"

Bang!

After Haokui exclaimed in a rough voice, he lay on the ground with his face on the ground.

The fake fall became a real fall.

Haokui's voice was so loud that even Lu Jiu, who was 30 meters away, could hear it clearly.

Hearing such a bold and unrestrained voice, Lu Jiu's mind suddenly appeared in the mind of a burly man with exploding muscles, bulging veins, and a sense of strength.

Whose voice is this?