Non-delivery

Grandma Chen blew out the lamp, and before she had time to instruct them how to hide, she heard a loud noise coming from outside, she didn't have the time to say a word, and hurried downstairs.

Downstairs is already in chaos, like bandits crossing the border, the sound of smashing tables and chairs, the sound of broken porcelain, several roars, and the begging of Mrs. Chen.

Xie Changming listened quietly and waited for them to come.

He thought for a while, why did he do this.

It came too fast, it didn't seem like it came suddenly, but it seemed to be premeditated.

Downstairs gradually became quiet, as if the dust had settled, but it was just the beginning.One door after another was kicked open, and there were merchants and tourists living in several rooms. Regardless of their identities and household registrations, all men were arrested, and only the cries of women and children remained.

Finally, the sound of chaotic footsteps reached the third floor.

Someone kicked the door open.

Unlike the fairly bright corridor, the curtains in the room were closed tightly, there was almost no light, and it was very dark. The person in charge squinted his eyes a little, and before he got used to it, he walked a few steps in, not forgetting to tell the people behind: "There is no dust on the door. Someone must have lived here. Search it carefully for me."

As soon as he finished speaking, his neck was sliced ​​open by a sharp knife, and everyone didn't react, only to see hot blood rushing straight to the roof, covering the head of the man behind him.

Chen Po stood a step behind the man, staring blankly at everything in front of her.

Soon, the person behind also died, this time it was the heart, but it didn't squirt blood, and it looked much cleaner.

There were seven or eight sergeants who came out to recruit troops behind them. Seeing this scene, even those who had been on the battlefield were terrified.

They looked in, and Xie Changming was standing not far from the door, his face was cold, his eyes were half downcast, and he looked bored.He held a long knife in his left hand, the knife was extremely sharp, with a few drops of blood on the tip, it could easily kill anyone here.

He asked casually, "What are you doing here?"

The people behind reluctantly said: "Bold madman, we are ordered by the general to recruit troops in the city, will you refuse..."

The man's body also fell limply, no one saw clearly how he drew the saber, and no one dared to look directly at Xie Changming again, even the person in his hand was gone, scattered like birds and beasts, and disappeared completely in an instant.

Not only those guests, but even the shopkeeper was left behind.He is almost 40 years old, recovering from a serious illness. He has no energy and can't escape. He is about to be arrested and become a young man.

The strong smell of blood spread, Sheng Liuyu wrinkled his nose.

He could hardly smell blood.

Xie Changming put away the knife, turned around and said politely to Mrs. Chen who was still standing aside, "I can't stay here anymore, please change one for us."

Granny Chen didn't seem to know this young man suddenly. She stared blankly at her gray-brown shoe uppers stained with blood. Regardless of the fact that Xie Changming was like a murderer, she hurried over and pulled Granny Chen back. With a tug, he said attentively and fearfully, "You, please..."

Everything is quiet.

There was no one else in the inn, and they all scattered and fled for their lives.

They stayed in another room, but it hadn't been cleaned and the dust was heavy, so they had to open the window, the cold wind blew in, and Sheng Liuyu's long hair shook slightly. After a while, he said softly, "Don't kill anyone."

Anyone in the world would probably think that the little Changming bird hates Xie Changming's murder.

Xie Changming understood what he meant.

Sure enough, Sheng Liuyu added another sentence: "If you have to kill, I will do it for you."

Killing people is something that has to be done, but it is harmful to morality.Especially for a cultivator who kills an ordinary mortal, even if the opponent is full of evil, it is still an indelible sin for a monk.The Eternal Bright Bird is different. He is a divine bird, blessed by the gods, and does not need to bear karma, nor will it damage his practice.

Sheng Liuyu would not stop the people Xie Changming wanted to kill, he just, just didn't want these people to become obstacles on Xie Changming's path of cultivation.

After Xie Changming listened, he was a little funny, and held the soft hand of the little Changming bird. His complexion was very fair, his fingers were long and beautiful, and they were used for picking flowers, flipping books, playing chess, and hugging cats. It should not be done by these hands.

After all, he didn't laugh, nor did he perfunctory, those words paused on the tip of his tongue for a moment: "I'm not afraid of killing people, I really don't care, just don't let blood stain your hands."

Sheng Liuyu sighed lightly.

After a while, Xie Changming reached out and touched the back of Sheng Liuyu's neck. The skin in his palm was by no means delicate, it was rough and had scars. When he touched it suddenly, Sheng Liuyu felt a little itchy from his touch, so he avoided it a little. Looking at him sideways.

Xie Changming said: "Don't hide, let's see if you are cold."

When Zheng Hesheng came in, he happened to see this scene.

The man who was kidnapped and imprisoned by Moxiu has not yet surrendered, and is avoiding his entanglement.

Because of the concealment of Xie Changming's figure, Zheng Hesheng didn't see Sheng Liuyu's face clearly, but he didn't care, he just wanted to discuss business with Xie Changming.

The few people who came just now were indeed a test, to test whether this demon cultivator would kill people.If he did kill someone, the probability of it being false would be greatly reduced, because it was rare for such a mission to ruin his future of cultivating immortality.Under the questioning of the Dao of Heaven, there is nowhere for anyone to escape, no matter which cultivator is well aware of the harshness of the Dao of Heaven.

Zheng Hesheng's brows and eyes were sparse, he was wearing a long robe, and he had the demeanor of an ascetic Taoist priest. He smiled and said: "Brother Xie, someone must have told you about my matter, and I won't repeat it. I just want to discuss it with you." What to do next, there is a business to discuss."

Xie Changming raised his head, he didn't seem to pay attention to the person in front of him: "I'm not that half-demon, it doesn't matter if I go back to the demon world or not."

Zheng Hesheng said: "The little half devil is timid and wants to escape back to his hometown. Brother Xie is naturally different. I can't even talk about your cultivation. Even if you stay in the world, who can stop you."

Xie Changming said "Oh", and he asked, "Then what business do you want to do with me?"

Zheng Hesheng said: "It is the beauty in your arms. Don't you want to get him completely?"

Xie Changming propped his head, his brows and eyes were lazy, very casually: "It's easy to get a person. Kill his relatives and friends, break his hands and feet, and abolish his cultivation, and he can't go far. If you still don't give up, just blind your eyes and deaf your ears, so that he can't think anymore."

Just like now, the person in Moxiu's arms has no connection with his relatives, eyes can't see, ears can't hear, he has no cultivation base, his hands and feet are weak, he even staggers up the stairs slowly, even if he hates the person in front of him no matter how much he hates the person in front of him , and there was nothing he could do about it.