Me, sword fairy!

"Can I kill someone?"

Su Changge's hand was placed on Su Wangyou's sword hilt, motioning him to endure it.

He looked around and asked, "Is this—you guys' attitude?"

Hui did not speak, but his expression was somber.

The white-haired old man beside him stood up and said word by word: "In any case, that's our business, young man, you don't know how the world treated us thousands of years ago! I tell you , The Tower of Truth will never help you a little bit! Repaying such a stupid thing with virtue, whoever loves to do it, do it! As for the surrender..."

The white-haired old man looked at the previous middle-aged man with disgust in his eyes, "It's pure shit! Our Tower of Truth will never yield to anyone, and we will not help you, but if the evil demon dared to invade the Tower of Truth, We will also take out our staff to fight with them until we die. The old man's answer is limited to this!"

Su Changge was silent for a while before slowly saying: "The invasion of the evil demon from the outside world is not a trifling matter. It is better for everyone to gather their strength than to fight alone. I hope you can forget your hatred temporarily and focus on the overall situation..."

Su Changge said these remarks without confidence.

Because he also knew the treatment of magicians before, every magician was regarded as evil, the incarnation of the devil, the world did owe them a lot, and Su Changge's mouth bloomed with lotus flowers, these are undeniable facts.

"Hahaha---focus on the overall situation, what you said..." The white-haired old man stared at Su Changge, his anger in his eyes seemed to devour the world————“It's light! !"

"Until Adam appeared, all magicians—all! Whether born noble or low, whether handsome or ugly, whether male or female, whether good or evil, at the moment of birth, They are all facing death, and it is not the ferocious beasts that threaten their lives, but the same race."

"Humans are too ignorant, they cannot understand the power of magicians, so they define them as demons."

"Forget the hatred one by one, and focus on the overall situation one by one..."

"Really dare to say..."

The white-haired old man calmed down a little bit, and then continued: "If you don't understand anything --- don't speak rashly anymore."

Su Changge was silent.

The top of the Tower of Truth is silent at this time.

Suddenly, a translucent picture appeared on the round table, and Xiu's panicked face occupied the entire screen.

"It's not good! Sage! Two people forcibly broke through the blockade and broke into the Tower of Truth, and--it seems to be going to you!"

Subsequently

Su Wangyou raised his head abruptly. At the same time, his inner energy quickly broke out of his body, covering Xia Ji, Tang Congxin, and Qin Luoxue, three people who were unable to protect themselves.

The next moment - - a violent explosion sounded.

"Ha, what a coincidence I came here."

————The spire of the Tower of Truth was kicked and exploded. Two people stood arrogantly on it, and the sunlight printed their shadows on the round table.

"Blue tired bamboo... and crazy ghosts." (The PS sentence Su Wangyou is in Chinese)

Su Wangyou narrowed his eyes and said softly.

"What are they doing here?"

It’s not the first time that he has met the mad ghost. At the beginning, the mad ghost of the Tibetan god forest nearly killed Su Wangyou with a punch, and then he was hung up and beaten by the Qinglian Excalibur. Afterwards, the Tianhu Peak and Pingtian Lake fought. The mad ghost is also the third hero under Su Wangyou and the ancient kingdom's monarch. At least 60% of Lingshan's attacks were resisted by him. At the beginning, he was smashed from the top of Tianhu Mountain and he was still alive ...

"Who knows." Su Changge shrugged, "But as soon as he came up, he directly kicked the iconic building. Obviously, the visitor was not kind."

"Yeah, Brother Su is here too." The crazy ghost greeted him, and he didn't know if the brother Su in his mouth was Su Changge or Su Wangyou, "Well, but don't worry, this time it is not. I’m here to solve some private affairs with the task of night and day."

He turned around and stared at the sage of the Tower of Truth as if he was about to eat people.

"Well...Although the old man has a bad relationship with me, he is my father after all, and now he is dying in the Tower of Truth so unexplainedly-if not..."

The mad ghost seemed to be thinking of something, skipping the name rather uncomfortably, and then said: "Tell me about this, I am afraid I will really be in the dark for a lifetime."

Surprisingly, the mad ghost also speaks extremely fluent English, and even the accent is imitated so vividly — maybe not imitating?

"You——————" Hey did not show a panic, but asked calmly: "Who is it?!"

"Huh? Did you forget me?" The crazy ghost laughed, "This is really sad, old classmates."

The red-haired woman stood up abruptly, and the green-haired youth also looked solemn.

"Why, remember?" The crazy ghost laughed.

"It's you..." the red-haired woman said word by word.

"Xia...crazy!"

Ask for a day off

As mentioned above, I have to take a day off for some personal reasons, and I will find opportunities to make up later.

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Chapter 36 Justice

"It's a memorable name." The mad ghost shrugged and said: "No one has called me that for many years."

Then, the crazy ghost turned around and looked at the white-haired old man.

He was stunned, his gaze wandered between Huy and the white-haired old man for a while before he said: "The Tower of Truth...have you changed the Great Sage?"

Obviously, He Yi who sits in the main seat is the great sage of the Tower of Truth, and the words of the mad ghost also reveal a message - the white-haired old man should be the great sage of the previous generation.

"Yes, Hui has a talent that surpasses all of us. Although he is young, he also has the qualifications to become a great sage." The white-haired old man said this proudly.

His qualifications are very old, and he has taught many disciples, green-haired young people, red-haired women, and even Yu Xia Kuang, all of whom received his teachings when he was a teenager. In other words, Xia Kuang is actually his disciple. —And Hui, is his closed disciple.

Having said that, only the gray-haired old man knows it.

[Hey... has surpassed me.

He has the talents of a god, and the white-haired old man even thinks that it is Adam's reincarnation, and he will not have a better talent than Huy.

But-now is not the time to talk about this.

The white-haired old man said solemnly: "You left without saying goodbye many years ago, and now you are back————"

He glanced at the spire of the Tower of Truth that had been kicked up, his voice became heavier, "Do you want to deceive the teacher and destroy the ancestor?!"

The white-haired old man didn't say'betray the tower of truth', but chose'to deceive the master and destroy the ancestor'.

Because he knew that Xia Kuang didn’t have much to belong to the Tower of Truth. He saw this when he taught Xia Kuang, but the white-haired old man cherished his talents and thought that he could let Xia Kuang have the Tower of Truth. A sense of belonging, it didn’t take long before Xia Kuang disappeared. Since then, there is no news. Everyone thought he was dead until one day Xia Long left the Tower of Truth, and then hugged a tired face. The baby girl walked back.

But...no one cares about it either.