I crushed an insect to death, and the system actually said I killed a dragon?

"The Prairie Sword Master is dead!?"

Qin Yang was stunned for a moment, a little surprised.

Yesterday, I praised this old man for his good nature, but in the blink of an eye he was so angry that he died?

This defense break is a big one.

However, in the final analysis, this is his own fault. This kind of paranoid character likes to commit suicide when he is obsessed with evil thoughts. If he is really stimulated, he can commit murder and arson.

Even if you die, you will be at peace.

"It's so satisfying, Lao Qin, this old thing is so damn good!"

Xia He scrolled through his mobile phone and said with excitement: "This matter is being discussed on the Internet now. There are still people who sympathize with this kind of beast. I have never experienced the destruction of a treasure land!"

"It's quite outrageous."

Qin Yang simply agreed and took out his mobile phone to check.

The news on the Internet was overwhelming, and the obituary of the Prairie Sword Master topped the list of hot searches. The comments below also held different opinions.

The response was intense.

"The dead are great. A generation of sword masters has fallen like this. It is such a pity. It is a great loss to the world of swordsmanship."

"What's the pity? No matter how good his swordsmanship is, why can't he still pass it on to you?"

"That's right! You can calculate for yourself how many gymnasiums the sword hearts of the two masters and apprentices have been broken during this challenge? It's obviously a good death!"

"I like to make fun of others when I have nothing to do, but now I'm being criticized. I deserve it hahahaha!"

"We are all adults and we have to take responsibility for our own affairs."

I glanced at the comments twice, either sighing and ridiculing, or gloating about my misfortune, which is not nutritious.

Qin Yang immediately exited the comment area and clicked on the live video.

On the screen, footage of Jianghai Hotel soon appeared.

In front of the splendid entrance, there was a hustle and bustle. Reporters heard the news and blocked the entire street, gathering guns and cannons.

Hu Yanjian, wearing black mourning clothes, said nothing, hugged Yu Wenxuan's body, and walked out of the hotel with his head lowered.

Silence, silence.

Terrifying murderous intent overflowed, and the temperature of the scene plummeted.

In the blink of an eye.

The noisy crowd fell silent.

As he didn't take a step forward, the crowd blocking him dispersed, and no one dared to stop him.

"Ding, it's been detected that the sword demon has a huge hatred for the host and will not stop until death!"

"When the blood demon becomes angry, blood will flow into a river!"

"Please host, please send the empress' apprentice immediately to kill the sword demon!"

A series of urgent system sounds sounded.

"?"

Hearing the sound, a question mark slowly appeared on Qin Yang's head: "Did this guy trigger the system prompt again?"

Good guy.

There was actually a second system prompt!

After confirming that he heard correctly, Qin Yang was overjoyed.

The more rewards you can get, the more the better.

It seems that Huyan Sword will conflict with him again in the future, so this second system warning will be triggered.

Think of this.

Qin Yang lowered his head to look at his phone and focused his attention on Hu Yanjian on the screen. Combined with the recent death of the Prairie Sword Master, he understood immediately.

This bastard obviously wants to avenge his master!

After beating the old one, here comes the younger one...

On the contrary, it belongs to Tiangang.

etc……

Qin Yang frowned, suddenly feeling that the plot looked familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.

Secretly develop, grow and become stronger, and then launch a sneak attack a hundred years later.

Hiss~

Qin Yang took a breath and suddenly remembered.

Don't bully young people into poverty!

"The next plot development will be..."

"Thirty years to the east of Hedong, thirty years to the west of Hexi?"

Qin Yang rolled his eyes, glanced at Hu Yanjian, and said silently, "Do you think your surname is Xiao?"

He likes to be brave and try his best to conquer Wu, right?

You like to develop and grow with me, right?

Do whatever you want!

"Okay, since you're playing like this, I'll give you a boost."

Qin Yang Jiejie smiled strangely, looked at Hu Yanjian on the screen, and instantly had a mature idea.

"What are you thinking about, Lao Qin? Are you smiling so badly?"

At this time, Xia He put down his phone, looked at the smile on Qin Yang's face, and said with horror: "You are smiling like a villain."

"It's okay, I just remembered something happy."

Qin Yang glanced at the time. It was still a while before he got off work, but he couldn't wait.

"Are you free after get off work, Lao Qin?"

Xia He didn't take it to heart when he heard this, and said cheerfully: "I haven't been to Bai Jinhan for a long time. I am happy today and I must celebrate it!"

"No time."

Qin Yang waved his hand and said, "I go home from get off work and don't have time. I'll do it next time."

A standard perfunctory three-piece suit.

Xia He: "……."

…

…

Time flies by.

At midnight.

At the Jianghai Hotel, the Lincoln extended car parked on the side of the road, the door opened outwards, and Hu Yanjian walked out of the car holding the urn.

Cold air drifted through the streets.

"Master, I will take you back to the grassland tomorrow."

Hu Yanjian murmured in a low voice, caressing the exquisite gold-plated ashes altar, and walked slowly into the hotel.

Originally, the process at the funeral home was very cumbersome, requiring reservations, formalities, and signatures. Even when Hu Yanjian arrived, there were still two people waiting in line.

Logically speaking.

At least it will take some time.

But when the Jianghai City officials saw that the Prairie Sword Master died in the city, out of humanitarianism, they simply gave the green light to Hu Yanjian and directly granted him special privileges.

But despite this, the work was still busy until midnight before it was completed.

Holding the urn in his arms, Hu Yanjian walked into the hotel elevator and pressed the top button to ascend.

A slogan hanging on the elevator wall that read "Jianghai welcomes you" caught Hu Yanjian's eyes and instantly aroused his anger.

"When I come to Jianghai again, everyone in Jianghai will be buried with my master!"

Hu Yanjian swore bitterly, looking like a madman. After the elevator opened, he quickly came to Room 1, put the urn on the bed, and started to pack his clothes.

He didn't want to stay in this sad place for a moment.

The sooner you leave, the better.

Superintendent Xingwu had already inquired, and knowing that he was leaving tomorrow, he even wanted to send the little plague god away in person.

After all, both master and apprentice are unstable bombs.

Send him away as soon as possible to be responsible for the safety of Jianghai citizens!

After a while.

Hu Yanjian finished packing, picked up the baggage, came to the ashes altar, hugged it, and was about to turn around and leave.

"I will definitely come back to avenge you."

He hugged the urn and swore secretly that he was about to walk to the door.

But that's it.

A cool breeze blew from the window.

Eh, that’s weird….

Hu Yanjian was stunned for a moment.

Open the window?

when?

wrong!

In an instant, a feeling of horror arose from Hu Yanjian's heart, and the sense of crisis exploded, causing him to look back in fear.

"not good!"

call out!

The cold sword light blew by, like a gentle breeze!

Unable to retreat, it penetrated directly through his head, and the blood line spread, ending his life on the spot.

Peng!

Under the moonlight, the urn slammed to the ground.