Chapter 77: The sword demon became angry and blood flowed like a river? Then don't blame me
Chapter 77: The sword demon became angry and blood flowed like a river? Then don't blame me for eradicating the roots!
“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 breach of defense 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 guy is so **** 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 responded and took out his mobile phone to check.
There was an overwhelming amount of news on the Internet, and the one that topped the list of hot searches was the obituary of the Prairie Sword Master, and the comments below also held different opinions.
The response was overwhelming.
“It is a great loss to the dead. It is such a pity that a generation of sword masters has passed away like this. 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 pass it on to you?"
“Exactly! You can calculate for yourself how many gyms the sword hearts of the two masters and disciples 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 getting the backlash, I deserve it hahahahaha!"
“Everyone is an adult and must be responsible for his own affairs.”
Glancing at the comments, they were either sighing and mocking, or gloating about one's misfortune, which was of no nutrition.
Qin Yang immediately exited the comment area and clicked on the live video.
On the screen, a shot 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.
Wearing black mourning clothes, Hu Yanjian said nothing, hugged Yu Wenxuan’s body, and walked out of the hotel with his head lowered.
Hush, silence.
Horrid murderous intent overflowed, and the temperature of the scene dropped sharply.
In the blink of an eye.
The noisy crowd was silent.
As he didn't take a step forward, the crowd blocking him dispersed a bit, and no one dared to stop him in front.
“Ding, it’s been detected that the sword demon has a huge hatred for the host and will not stop until death!”
“The blood demon became angry and blood flowed like a river!”
“Please host send the empress’ apprentice immediately to kill the sword demon!”
A series of rapid system sounds sounded.
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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 **** obviously wants to avenge his master!
Hit the old one, and here comes the younger one...
It belongs to the opposite of Tiangang.
etc…
Qin Yang frowned and suddenly felt that the plot looked familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.
Develop secretly, grow stronger, and then launch a sneak attack a hundred years later.
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 in his heart, "Do you think your surname is Xiao?" He likes to live on his own merits and taste courage, and the more he goes, the more powerful he is to devour Wu, right?
You like to grow up with me, right?
“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 cell 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 any longer.
“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 Baijinhan for a long time. I am happy today and I must celebrate it!"
"No time."
Qin Yang waved his hand and said, "I went home from get off work and don't have time. I'll do it next time."
Standard perfunctory three-piece set.
Xia He: “….”
…
…
Time flies by.
Midnight.
At Jianghai Hotel, the Lincoln extended car parked on the roadside, the door opened, and Hu Yanjian walked out of the car holding the urn.
The cold air floated in the streets.
“Master, I will take you back to the grassland tomorrow.”
Hu Yanjian murmured in a low voice, rubbed the exquisite gilt urn, 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 two people waiting in line in front of him.
It stands to reason.
At least it will take some time.
But when the senior officials of Jianghai City 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.
Even so, the work was still busy until midnight before it was completed.
Hu Yanjian hugged the urn, walked into the hotel elevator, and pressed the top button to go up.
A sign hanging on the wall of the elevator with the words "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 did not want to stay in this sad place for a moment.
The sooner you leave, the better.
Superintendent Xingwu has already inquired, and knowing that he will leave tomorrow, he even wants to send this little plague **** away in person.
After all, both master and apprentice are unstable bombs.
Send him off as soon as possible to be responsible for the safety of Jianghai citizens!
After a moment.
Hu Yanjian finished packing, picked up the baggage, came to the urn, picked it up, 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 at this moment.
A gust of cold wind blew from the window.
Hmm, that’s strange….
Hu Yanjian was stunned for a moment.
Have you opened the window?
when?
Wrong!
In an instant, a feeling of horror arose from the bottom of Hu Yanjian's heart, and the sense of crisis exploded, causing him to look back in fear.
"not good!"
咻!
The cold sword light blew by, like a gentle breeze!
There was no way to escape, and it penetrated directly through his head. The blood line spread and ended his life on the spot.
ifies!
Under the moonlight, the urn dropped to the ground with a bang.
(End of this chapter)