Sir Ares,Goodnight!

Qianqian is a great beauty, and also inherited all the advantages of him. Her martial arts is particularly powerful, her mind is particularly flexible, and she pays special attention to her family. Qianqian is almost the perfect incarnation.

But the day she left, he finally realized the pain of bone erosion.

Qianqian knelt down in front of him and cried, "Dad, I can't bear you. But in order to burn the son's disease, the daughter must go to the ends of the world, can't find Mr. Boye, the daughter vowed not to go home. Wait for me

As soon as Qian Qian left, he never came back.

Over the years, he suffered from the separation of his close relatives.

The old man's eyes suddenly became sinister and icy, "smelly boy, how do you know the location of the library?"

He felt vaguely that the prisoner must have seen the nine pictures taken away by Qian Qian. If his inference is correct, then this person must be one of the killers who killed Qianqian.

He can never forgive him.

Zhan hanjue's leisurely eyes fell on the food in the hands of the old master, and he sniffed gracefully. "I'm sorry, I'm too hungry to speak," he said

The old man's eyes became more deep, "smelly boy, after dinner, if you don't tell me clearly, I will make you die very ugly."

The old man handed his rice bowl to him.

Zhan hanjue's hands were tied, and he was not happy to eat with his face buried in the bowl. He simply looked at the old man and said, "can you feed me?"

The old man gaped.

He took out his ear and said, "did I hear you right? Do you want me to feed you? "

Zhan hanjue said: "I have cleanliness addiction and obsessive-compulsive disorder. If the grain of rice touches my face, I will be very irritable. "

The old man trembled at the words——

He remembered that his little princess Qianqian had this quirk since she was a child.

He looked at Zhan hanjue, and his eyes became colder and colder.

At the moment, I firmly believe that this guy has met his daughter, so he can borrow obsessive-compulsive disorder to win his favor.

He carefully fed Zhan hanjue until he had finished feeding a bowl of rice. He put the bowl down, and then the eagle pupil covered Zhan hanjue's calm face.

"He said He squeezed the word out of his teeth.

Zhan hanjue's uninhibited smile disappeared a little bit. He knew better than anyone how cold-blooded and merciless this man was.

But he was never a weak man who knew how to give in and flatter. He looked at the old man and asked, "old man, did you ever have a trace of regret when you washed the tourmaline three years ago?"

The old man said coldly, "if I could go back in time, I would still make that decision."

Zhan hanjue's fingers under his sleeve curled together one by one, and his hatred overflowed a little.

"I'm sorry. I'll never tell you the answer you want. "

"How dare you tease me?" he said

Zhan hanjue raised his face and looked at him fearlessly, "injustice has its head, debt has its owner. If you have a grudge against the fighters, why do you involve the innocent? "

The old man regained his sense after he was angry. "Who are you?"

Of course, Zhan hanjue did not dare to reveal his identity. If the murderer Shura knew that he was still alive. He is bound to look for a living fighter.

Before the old master's heart of killing disappeared, the fighters could not live in the sun.

Zhan hanjue hated the end of the world, and even more hated the inhuman old man in front of him. He gritted his teeth and said angrily, "I am the most innocent person in that bad luck!"