Me, sword fairy!

Su Changge pushed Xia Ji out and said, "This is the true heir of the old man. Should you return the thing to the original owner?"

Xia Ji, who had been observing the mad ghost in secret, was slammed by Su Changge. She was stunned for an instant, but she quickly reacted. She didn’t have a half-hearted feeling for this cheap old man. The grandfather’s relic should be there Here by yourself.

"Yes...Yes! Tianhuishi is my grandfather's relic, so I should keep it!"

Qianmian Langjun raised his eyebrows and looked at the crazy ghost, apparently giving him the decision.

After all, this is not the action of the organization Ye Jin Tianming, everything still has to be decided by the party of the crazy ghost, and other people - such as Lan Tienzhu, are still standing on it.

"It seems... you have a great resentment towards me, you don't even want to look at my father, but we will discuss this later." The crazy ghost glanced at Xia Ji casually, and then looked towards White-haired old man.

(PS originally wanted the people in the Tower of Truth to be disconnected like Su Wangyou and others just now, but forget it after thinking about it. Su Wangyou and the others are all disconnected. Fortunately, the conflict on the Tower of Truth has become a conflict. It’s too much to drop the connection like this, so let’s pass their plot first.)

"Teacher, let me just say it straight." The mad ghost put away his daunting expression, and said seriously: "I'm coming back this time, don't mean it, I will leave after killing people. This is probably my last time. Call your teacher---this can also be said to be my blessing, because if I see you again, then we will probably meet each other."

"When I was very young, you asked me that." The mad ghost paused, and then said: "You asked me,'What do you think of the Tower of Truth?', teacher, do you remember my answer?"

The white-haired old man was silent for a while, and said: "I remember, you said'It's very bad, especially without the death penalty, it's really bad'."

"Yes, so I defected soon, and I still think so." The crazy ghost kicked the middle-aged man's body with his foot, and said: "Like this man, human experimentation, selling the tower of truth top secret Information, stealing the forbidden curse, I think you definitely want to cramp it, but you can't do this, because the Tower of Truth does not have a death penalty, and as long as he is arrested, you will not even have a chance to'manslaughter' him. "

The mad ghost was silent for a while, and then said.

"I'm coming back this time, for my father and for you." The crazy ghost's eyes rolled, scanned the past, and glanced at the past. There are actually six or seven apprentices of the white-haired old man in this room. The brother of the crazy ghost.

"Back then, our classmates, you could not kill him, but I could, so I killed him for you. Of course, I would definitely violate the Tower of Truth law by doing this. It doesn’t matter. You can send someone to chase me, or you can now Just shoot at me, but before that - let me say a few words to my daughter."

Chapter 38 Everyday Hei Su Long Song (√)

[Xia Kuang...]

The white-haired old man looked complicated.

The mad ghost looked at Xia Ji.

His expression softened slightly.

"You really look like your mother... I'm sorry, although you want to say that, but you are a far cry from your mother, brat."

Crazy Ghost (80 points physical training) evaluates his daughter so (shamelessly) (94 points).

Xia Ji petrified instantly.

[No, shouldn't you regret it at this time and then take the opportunity to wash it off? Why this guy is a wave of disgust when he comes up...] Su Changge complained on the Transsion Network.

[It's really scary, will it become like this when you get old? Thinking about it this way, Su Changge might in the future...] [How many times should I say it!I, no, yes, physical, repair!

Su Changge was furious, and then cut off the network cable.

Tang Congxin, who was interrupted by Sao's operation, was furious, and then slapped Su Changge's back with a slap --- with a crisp sound.

...

Xia Ji recovered from the petrified state, she looked at the crazy ghost with a complicated mood.

"Um... I have never seen my mother, may I ask her... is she blind?"

[Otherwise, why would I like you~~]

Naturally, there is no need to say this sentence.

Su Changge and Tang Congxin, who were fighting, stopped.

[Master tricks!*2

"Ah! What do you mean by this!" The mad ghost was frustrated by Xia Ji and immediately stretched out his finger to point to his face.

"Hey! Don't look at me like this. When I was young, I was also quite handsome, at least better than——————"

His eyes began to drift, turning on the faces of the young men present.

[Hey?No, this guy is really handsome.

[Chu Yi?It seems that I am indeed a little worse than him.

[Chimian Langjun?Who knows if his face is real, what if there is a face comparable to Su Wangyou hidden underneath?Wouldn't my face be beaten and swollen?Su Wangyou————Sorry to interrupt!

[Thinking about it this way, it seems that there is only one answer.

The mad ghost looked at Su Changge slowly.

Afterwards, he slowly revealed a secretive smile.

Su Changge slowly pulled out the sword.

"Can I kill someone?"

Su Wangyou helplessly pressed the hilt of Su Changge's sword with his hand, motioning him to endure it.

Chu Yi touched his chin, feeling that this scene seemed a bit familiar.

"Well, that's the end of the joke, Xia Ji, let me just ask you—what are you going to do next?"

The crazy ghost bent down slightly and faced Xia Ji.

Xia Ji stepped back two steps, then shook her head, and said, "In short...it shouldn't have anything to do with you. If it does, I will find a way to cut it."

The mad ghost was stunned, then straightened up and laughed loudly.

"Ah, it wouldn't be better to have nothing to do with me, so you can probably live safely."

"It's great that you... didn't ask me to forgive you with a gentle face." Xia Ji said calmly, "Because I won't forgive you, as a father and son, you are really bad."

The mad ghost smiled and turned around, "Give her the sky back to the stone."

"Hey, it's a pity, it's obviously a great artifact..." Qianmian Langjun muttered, took a stone out, and threw it to Xia Ji.

"Dear teacher, my daughter will live here for a few more years-maybe decades? Don't let her be wronged."

The white-haired old man smiled bitterly: "Did you become a'respected teacher' when you begged me? You are really terrifying in reality, Xia Kuang."

The crazy ghost smiled and did not answer.

He jumped up and stood side by side with Lan Tienzhu who had been posing.

"I never ask for your forgiveness." Xia Kuang didn't even look back.

He raised his head, squinted at the sun in the sky, and everyone underneath could clearly hear his calm and infectious voice.