Legend of the Gu Demon

"Condensation...dust?"

Haoyu's eyes turned red and her voice took on a crying tone. This change in attitude was really hard for her to accept.

"Ning...chen, what's wrong with you? Did I do something wrong?"

The girl's pitiful and weak look made everyone onlookers feel sad and heartbroken.

But this appearance reflected in Ningchen's black eyes was like a mud cow entering the sea, without causing any waves.

"If you're angry again, young man, don't hit anyone!"

"That's right, you don't think you're a good man if you hit a woman!"

"Can you tell me if there is any misunderstanding? There is no need to hit people!"

Ningchen Xunsheng raised his head and looked around, and saw that the flow of people around him had formed an empty circle, and he and Haoyu were at the center of the empty circle.

Among the crowd, people looked at me with different expressions, some were dissatisfied, some were angry, some were puzzled, and some were persuasive.

The whole reason was that he hit a girl,

This is the case with people. If Ku's identities were swapped, he would be a girl, and the person lying on the ground would be a boy.

Then the vast majority of people will not be dissatisfied or angry, but will look at it with the idea of ​​having fun.

Also, the person who fell to the ground was an old woman, and they couldn't even stop.

What's more, the people lying on the ground are demon thieves. Not only will they not persuade them, they will also applaud them.

This is people, complex and pure people!

Ningchen looked around at the crowd, with a chuckle on his lips that grew stronger and stronger. He was not timid at all.

When ordinary people face such a situation, they will inevitably feel timid and ashamed.

But who is Ningchen? Instead of being timid, the thousand-year-old demon looked around them quietly. What was the use of the ants' gaze?

Ningchen glanced around quietly, turned around and left. There was no need for him to waste too much time here.

Haoyu looked at Ningchen's retreating figure, feeling aggrieved beyond words.

Full and clear teardrops fell on the ground, splashing with tears, but all of this had nothing to do with Ningchen.

When he returned home, to Ningchen's surprise, Yilian was also there.

"Young Master Ningchen, there have been many voices slandering you among the slaves recently."

When Yi Lian saw Ning Chen coming back, she knelt down on one knee and slightly cupped her hands.

Ningchen was quite surprised. He washed himself and sat aside.

"Oh~ So? Do you still need to report this kind of thing to me? Didn't I tell you how to do it?!"

"this..."

Yi Lian didn't know how to answer for a while. After all, these slaves were Ningchen's property!

"It seems that you don't know?"

"Then let me tell you, from now on, if any of these slaves dare to criticize me, you can kill them on the spot without reporting to me!"

"Understood?"

"Understood..."

Yilian's face was full of seriousness, for fear of offending Ningchen, but Ningchen's face was as calm as water.

"Today, I will deal with them first. You go and bring your sister Yihe out. I will kill her easily..."

"Understood!"

Ningchen pulled out the long sword in his hand, inserted it on the floor and sat quietly aside.

Yilian didn't dare to delay and rushed out of the bamboo building...

"He'er, come on, follow me."

"oh."

Yi He looked at the anxious Yi Lian and felt confused. However, she listened to Yi Lian's words and did not ask any questions. She allowed Yi Lian to lead her out of the slave dormitory.

"Huh? Why did Yilian take her sister away? Something is wrong."

"That's right. Why did she take her sister away when she was so good?"

"not good!"

When everyone saw Yi Lian and Yi He leaving in a hurry, they felt bad, but it was already too late.

Ningchen walked leisurely into the dormitory with a sword in one hand and closed the door behind him.

"I heard that you like to criticize me?"

"Don't worry, there's no need to agree in a hurry. You'll die anyway if you agree. It's better to die heroically, right?!"

"Ha ha ha ha..."

A soft drink attracted the attention of all the slaves, and the faint smile on Ningchen's face made them feel as if they had fallen into an ice cave.

For a time, everyone's minds were filled with thoughts and many different ideas.

"Is it possible that we really want to fight Master Ningchen?"

"When Ningchen gets close, we will..."

"Isn't this a dream?"

The cold light of the sword pierced the leader's peripheral vision, making him horrified, but it had no effect at all. He was only cut in half by the sword, which delayed his death.

"If you don't resist, there will be no chance!"

Ningchen smiled softly, and the long sword in his hand danced like a wild silver dragon, killing the others from various tricky angles, with no concealment of his killing intent!

How could everyone resist Yichen's political power? In an instant, their bodies were covered with bruises, their limbs and arms were chopped off to the sky, and it was like a rain of blood for a while!

Ningchen twisted his hand slightly, stepped forward heavily, and swung hard, the sword edge cut through the air, almost sending out a sword light, slashing straight towards their necks,

Ningchen held a long sword and danced among the crowd. Every time he swung the sword, he could more or less kill several slaves.

"Damn it, we're going to die anyway, so why not die with some integrity!"

"Damn it, I've been bullied by you little bastard for so long, I have to skin you today!"

"Kill! Punch this little brat to death and we will be safe!"

When people face despair, they often burst out with unbelievable strength and courage.

For example, the group of house slaves in front of me actually had the courage to attack Ning Chen, completely forgetting the difference between them and Ning Chen.

Even if despair gives them strength, how can subjective factors make up the gap between Gu masters and mortals?

Ningchen's face was calm, not wavering at all. He took a sudden step, turned around and slashed, almost slashing out a sword rainbow!

Swish, swish, swish! ! !

Several heads rose into the sky. These were the people at the front. This blow made them calm down again, recalling the gap between them.

But it's too late...

Ningchen gently wiped the blood on the sword's edge, and then looked at the other slaves with his black eyes...

Yilian was outside the door, covering Yihe's ears with both hands, for fear that she would hear the tragic sounds. The sounds were quite frightening even to Yilian...

The next day, with rain falling like a waterfall and dark clouds thousands of miles away, Ningchuan slowly walked out of the room, sleepy-eyed.

"Ningchuan, are you up? Go wash up and have breakfast."

"Breakfast? Weren't Cuichan and the other slaves killed by you? Why is there still breakfast?"

Ningchen sat aside comfortably, looking at Ningchuan who was a little puzzled, and chuckled.

"Why don't you believe in your brother's craftsmanship?"

"Oh~ that's right, my brother can also cook and I almost forgot, hahaha!"

Ningchuan laughed awkwardly, but Ningchen didn't care about these trivial matters and just laughed it off.

"Haha, let's get down to business. Ningchuan, why don't you go buy a new batch of house slaves today? You can buy some high-quality ones."

"good!"