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In the middle of the moon, in a spacious room of Xia Dalu's family, an old man with white beard and white hair was sitting in front of a mirror with ointment dipped in his hand and was applying ointment to his face.

And on his old left face, there was a purple-red palm print, with a long and thin palm and slender fingers, which looked like it had been beaten by a woman.

The old man carefully applied the ointment to the last finger print, took a photo in the mirror, and his eyes were full of anger.

Wow, he waved his hand violently and flew the mirror fiercely. The mirror whirled against the wall and exploded into thousands of tiny pieces.

"Too much bullying!"

The old man covered his face, gritted his teeth and growled.

"Xueyue Saye, you don't listen to dissuasion and don't equip the assassination unit with tapir knives. This has caused me to spend hundreds of years and lose more than half of the dead soldiers trained hard.

I just want to mention a few words, you actually hit me in the face in front of the assassinated troops!Let me Yunjing Yao feel what face I have in the future and stay at Xia Dalu's home!"

boom!Yunjing Yaojue slapped the table fiercely with a slap, and his eyes could almost burn through the world with anger.

"Since you are unkind, I will be blamed for being unfaithful!" He stood up abruptly, pushed the door and walked out.

At the entrance of the secret storehouse in the backyard, two gatekeepers knelt down on one knee one after another: "Master Yunjing, is there anything wrong with coming here so late?"

Yunjing Yunjing gave a hum, and waved at the two of them: "Open the door."

The two gatekeepers were stunned for a moment, and the young guard on the left frowned: "Master Yunjing, I wonder if you can be the master handedly...ooh!"

Before he finished speaking, the older guard on the right covered his mouth, and at the same time gave Yunjing Yaojue a smile.

"Master Yunjing is a newcomer and doesn't understand the rules, so I will follow you."

He said he took out the key and opened the door despite the opposition of his companions.

Yunjing Yaokue gave a blank expression and walked into the secret library.

The mouth-covered guard at the door pulled away his companion's hand and roared angrily: "Why are you still respectful to him? Didn't you see the palm print on his face? He was offended as the lord. The prestige is gone!"

"Hush! Keep your voice down. You have only been here for a few years. What do you know! I tell you, if you want to continue to live, when Master Yao Jue comes out, you can apologize quickly, and there may be room for recovery."

The older guard warned with fear.

"Heh! He is already like this for an old man, why are you afraid of him, can he still dare to kill me?"

A sneer of disdain flashed across the corner of the young guard's mouth, and just as he was smug, his lower back suddenly felt cold, and then his body suddenly became weak.

He lowered his head and was stunned to find that two blades, like two tuning fork-shaped blades, were protruding from his stomach, and a large amount of blood fell to the ground along the tip of the tuning fork.

He wanted to turn around to see who was plotting himself, but he was weakened.

Yunjing Yaokaku took out the tuning fork knife, wiped the blood-stained blade on him with a blank face, and randomly put the knife into a wooden box.

He turned his head to the side, as if faintly commanding in the dark: "Clean up."

"Yes!" The air twisted for a while, and a black shadow appeared out of thin air, quickly picking up the corpse on the ground.

Yunjing Yao didn't even look at it. The elderly guard, who had been sitting on the ground, turned around holding the box.

Back in the room, he stretched out his hand to hit the ground with a ghostly magic technique. The ground suddenly cracked, revealing a dark hole.

After walking through the dark tunnel, he came to an underground secret room. In the center was a strange instrument.

With a few quick clicks on the instrument, a blue light curtain rose up, and soon a young man appeared inside.

He wears the captain's white feather texture, and the large sand dunes around him seem to be in the desert.

Seeing this man, Yunjing Yao felt that old face like orange peel, and suddenly grinned with an ugly smile.

"Captain Tianbei, are you still fighting in the virtual circle? You, the captain of the expedition, are much busier than the captain of the 13th team of Goting."

The man chuckled: "You were joking. I, Tianbei Embroidery, helped an unknown person. How can I compare to the captains of the Goting 13th team."

With a polite sentence, he changed his words: "Mr. Yunjing is looking for me so late, I'm afraid there is something wrong."

Yunjing Yaokaku nodded slightly: "I agree to your condition." He opened the lid gently and took out the tuning fork-shaped knife.

"This is the tapir sword!?" Tianbei Xiuzhu's eyes suddenly brightened.

Yunjing Yaokaku smiled proudly: "Yes, this is the tapir knife that our Xia Dalu family has studied for hundreds of years.

As agreed, I will give it to you now, and you will do something for me."

Yunjing Yaokaku flicked his hand, and the tuning fork appeared on the sandy ground under Tianbeixiuzhu's feet through a light screen in a wave of water.

The man leaned over and picked up the tuning-fork-shaped tapir knife, and looked at it carefully: "You are so generous, it's hard to get things done."

"Of course! I want you to kill Xueyue Saye for me!" A murderous intent appeared in Yunjing Yaojue's eyes.

Tianbei Xiuzhu glanced at the slap print on his face, and then nodded clearly: "It seems that you really made up your mind. Okay, I agreed."

Yunjing Yunjing snorted coldly, "Then when do you do it?"

"Well..." Tianbei Embroidery groaned for a moment: "I recently had a vacation. I can return to Seireing Palace in about ten and a half days. I will do it for you as soon as possible."

"Okay, it's a deal!" Yunjing Yaojue turned off the instrument, grinning sullenly.

"Master, everyone knows that you are avenging your sister. But I know that after the death of the former master, you once confessed to Masaki Kitahara but were turned down.

Therefore, because of love and hatred, he pursued and killed those dark guards for decades, even knowing that the kid was Jingle Chunshui's apprentice, but also besieged him overtly and secretly, consuming the strength of the family in vain."

Yunjing Yaojue clenched his fists violently, and even trembling slightly because of excessive force.

"Those are the dead men I have cultivated hard for the family. If you don't cherish them, then I can only change the owner of the Xia Dalu family!"

Early in the morning, Xiao Hei yawned and walked out of the room. At a glance, he saw Cang Jie standing in the courtyard in a strange posture.

"Wow, Brother Cangjie, what are you doing with your butt in the morning? Are you constipated?"

Cangjie's nose almost crooked, what constipation, this child is really!

Angrily gave him a blank look: "This is called horse stance, it is a very traditional training method."

Xiao Hei blinked, "Why do you want to practice this, brother?"

"Because I want to train a kind of advanced skill of instant step, this is looking for feeling."

"Oh, that's it." Xiao Hei turned around him a few times, suddenly tilted his head and said innocently: "But I see other death gods' instant steps are the kind that run so fast, brother, should you? start running?"

Cangsuke sighed in frustration: "I just ran for a long time, but I still don't feel it. I can only move in silence now."

The corner of Xiao Hei’s mouth curled: "Brother, you are completely fooling around. I once met a god of death in the first few days. He told me that if he wanted to run fast, he had to imagine himself as the wind, and then he could run like the wind. fast."

Cangjie moved in his heart, as if it made sense, why not try?Doing what he thought of, he immediately gave up the zama step and started running laps instead.

Feeling the airflow around him, he ran faster and faster, but the ensuing wind resistance became stronger and stronger.

Think of yourself as the wind, then blend in...

Cangsuke ran, adjusting his posture, slowly reducing his wind resistance. Suddenly his body shook, and the spiritual pressure all over his body suddenly gathered towards his lower back.

boom!The clothes burst suddenly, and a white light lit up from his back waist, instantly coaxed!