villain mentor

Chapter 47
The hand just touched the woman's skin.

The sleeping woman woke up with a start.

Those beautiful eyes looked at him like a frightened deer.

"good."

Nan Ke lowered his head, staring straight at the scimitar.

"Why do you like this knife?"

"I don't like weapons." He lowered his head to hide his shyness.

Hearing the retreating footsteps around her, she knew that soon there would be only her and him left in this temple.

"Your skills are quite sensitive." Qi Huan's tone was tinged with approval. "However, those few flying feathers of mine are stuck on your meridian. Although you will have no problem in your life in the future, it will be a bit difficult to wield a knife and a gun."

Oh, really?
That is, it can still move.

"I don't like this knife."

"I didn't intend to sleep with a knife either." Qi Huan took off the knife and was about to put it aside.

"There's a knife holder over there, I'll put it there for you."

"No need." Qi Huan didn't want to waste time, and directly wanted to tear off the woman's clothes.

"I'm afraid." Nan Ke's aggrieved eyes shone with light.

"Why so weak." Qi Huan's tone was full of impatience, and he threw the knife directly. "Let it go by yourself."

"it is good."

Nan Ke held the four-jin knife and walked towards the knife holder with difficulty.

Qi Huan was half lying on the bed, her clothes were slightly exposed, and her eyes were fixed on Nan Ke like a falcon.

"Over the years, have you ever felt lonely?"

After stroking the cold blade, the blade has no scabbard, it is only wrapped in the silk-like cloth, with a cross knot on the top and a tail end on the bottom.

Suddenly he felt a little ridiculous. At that time, the conditions in Paoshan were difficult, and his sword was out of its sheath. He was the one who taught him this method of binding.

Hold the blade tightly with one hand.

"Lonely?" Qi Huan looked at Nan Ke's back as if hearing some joke. "At the beginning, I made many fun games in order to ease the loneliness. After a hundred years passed, all my old friends turned into loess, and I was still lingering in the world. Is this the answer to the sentence, the scourge of the legacy? millennium."

Qi Huan propped himself up, stood up, and strode towards Nan Ke.

"Don't waste time, once you enter Paoshan, no matter how hard you struggle, it's useless."

"You are not a scourge." Nan Ke's tone suddenly became very gentle.

"Then what am I?" Qi Huan just wanted to lower down and hug Nan Ke upright.

He only saw the knife flashing in front of him, the cloth tied on the knife was removed, the knife spun three times in the air, and when it returned to Nan Ke's hand, it had become a steel knife emitting a cold light.

He was in shock at how quickly the woman in front of him could untie her.

The knife had already sunk into his head.

"You can't live a thousand years, you have to die today."

"You can't kill me, I'm a god." Qi Huan's lips curved into a sneer. "I underestimated you, and you underestimated me."

Qi Huan was about to use his spiritual power to directly blow the woman in front of him away.

Nan Ke drew the knife quickly, and slashed at Qi Huan's left and right shoulders, let go of his hand, the knife circled in the air, tiptoed, and directly stabbed Qi Huan's stomach with the knife.

puff!
A mouthful of blood spit out.

"how is this possible."

Since he became the owner of Paoshan, no matter how others hurt him, he will not be hurt, but why does he feel so painful now, it hurts so much that he feels that he will die in a second.

"I have so many ways to kill a god, let alone you are just a puppet of a god." Nan Ke looked down at Qi Huan's cheek refracted in the light of the saber, his face was aging at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Who the hell are you?" Qi Huan spat out blood.

"I'm at Tianyuan Nanke." He raised his head, and a flamboyant smile appeared on the corners of his lips.

Qi Huan's eyes kept shrinking, and the woman in front of her was dressed in red, no longer smiling like the one she remembered, but very much like the woman who looked down on the world with thoughts as deep as the sea.

Nan Ke knew how accurate the saying that the villain died because of talking too much was so accurate, but facing his old friend, he still couldn't help but say something.

"I know." Qi Huan spat out blood, unable to utter a complete sentence. "You will come back, this world is not what you want."

Qi Huan fell to the ground uncontrollably, unable to stand upright like a puddle of mud, with white hair hanging down, covering his aging face.

"It's not what you wanted in the past." Nan Ke squatted down. "Let me just believe that you became the master of the mountain for the sake of your wife and children, but after you killed your enemy back then, you became obsessed with this kind of power."

Nan Ke pinched Qi Huan's chin.

"Maybe you don't even want to admit it yourself. You are obsessed with this power. You greedily want to live longer and live forever. How many people desire it. Don't talk about love and smile. You made her wait for so many years."

Qi Huan held Nan Ke's wrist with trembling old hands.

"You walked through hell, did you see her?"

"Yes." Nan Ke's eyes dimmed. "She has been waiting for you for a long time, but you never come."

He withdrew his hand, put it in his pocket, and crushed the thorn grass.

Nan Ke's face before Qi Huan's eyes gradually turned into a smiling face again.

Dai's eyebrows were slightly frowned, and she didn't express her sorrow from her mouth, but from her eyes.

A hundred years of waiting turned into a sigh.

"Smile, I'm sorry." Qi Huan stroked Nan Ke's cheek. "But I can't accompany you either."

Nan Ke raised the knife in his hand.

He looked at Qi Huan in a daze.

The eyelashes were not drooping, and he let go of the knife in his hand.

The knife sank directly into the tailbone.

Qi Huan in front of him had disappeared before his eyes at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The moment Qi Huan's body dissipated, Nan Ke felt that the few spiritual powers in his body had returned.

Spreading out his palm, a trace of Qi Huan's spirit was controlled by him in the palm of his hand.

Sell ​​your body to the Nine Nether Temple to gain longevity, but if your body dies, the price will be your soul flying away.

After all, he is an old friend, so let him have a little life.

Next time I see Hades again, let him send this thread of remnants to reincarnation.

He took out a bit of thorn grass from his pocket, and picked up Qi Huan's black robe that was dragged on the ground.

Qi Huan in the mirror held a little gray spirit in his hand.

snapped his fingers.

Soldiers walked in quickly.

"Order, prepare three hundred altars of good wine and pour them into a vat. I want to hold a banquet for all the soldiers in Paoshan."

"Yes." The soldier immediately took the order.

Outside Paoshan, the flames were blazing.

And inside Paoshan, it was also lively.

It was the first banquet held by the owner in a century, and the whole Paoshan was full of excitement.

Nan Ke dragged his loose robe and walked slowly to his place on the high platform.

Feeling the chair made of gold silk sandalwood, fingers like feet, walking on the handle of the chair.

Sit down slowly.

This position is an abyss that can make people greedy and degenerate.

It's a pity that this position is not enough to satisfy her ambition.

(End of this chapter)