"Yes, the person who gave you this knife is your father." Mengyao's face was quiet, as if this was an ordinary sentence, she narrowed her eyes slightly, with a bit of a smile.
Although Ling Jie tried his best to suppress his feverish boiling blood, his body was still trembling, "This, this, what is going on? My father left me six years ago, and he has never been punished. Hasn't he already
…”
Mengyao continued what Ling Jie said, "Isn't he already dead? That's what you want to say, right?"
Ling Jie nodded repeatedly. In his impression, it seemed that his father had indeed left the world because of an accident. In the past few years, Ling Jie had always thought so. When Mengyao said this, Ling Jie's eyes flashed.
He stared wide and held Mengyao's eyes tightly, refusing to let go of any change in his eyes.
Mengyao took a sip of tea, then raised her head and looked at Ling Jie, "Your father is indeed dead. These are the relics he left behind."
"Boom..." Ling Jie's head was suddenly struck by thunder, and he couldn't stand still for a moment. He sat down with a sway and murmured, "It turns out this is just a relic of my father..."
Mengyao saw that he was in a state of despair, so she got down from her seat and poured a cup of black tea for Ling Jie herself and handed it to Ling Jie's hand. Ling Jie sighed, took it and drank it in one gulp, leaving a faint dry taste in his mouth for a long time.
Without giving up, he shook his head hard and forced a smile, "Did my father only ask you to give me this knife before he died?"
What Ling Jie means is, has my father asked you to give me something else, such as a letter or something? Besides, Ling Jie doesn’t want to know how his father is related to people like Mengyao, since they are all related.
If the relationship is broken, then there is no point in asking more questions.
Mengyao returned to her seat and looked at Ling Jie intently, as if she wanted to see the shadow of his father in Ling Jie, "When your father passed away, he only asked me to send you two things, the same is this dragon-slaying knife.
The other thing is a sentence."
"Father also gave me a message? What was it?" Ling Jie seemed to calm down, his eyes were like a lake of mirror water. There was no trace of shock or fluctuation. Even for a person like Mengyao, it was difficult to see.
Ling Jie's mind had any fluctuations.
Mengyao secretly praised her in her heart. You have a bright future and can control your emotions so well. "This is the wealth your father left to you. Logically speaking, I have no right to interfere, but I think I need to ask you clearly."
Do you want to know that sentence right now? Answer me after you think about it clearly."
Ling Jie nodded without hesitation, "Yes, I think clearly, just tell me."
Mengyao said, "The original sentence is - in this world, don't completely trust anyone except yourself." Mengyao observed Ling Jie's expression and found that just like the dead water, Ling Jie already understood
In order to hide herself, Mengyao felt very happy, but she seemed to have lost something. She continued, "Your father died in these words back then. The path you are taking now is the same as the path your father took back then."
They are quite similar, so I think this sentence is particularly suitable for you."
Ling Jie took a sip of tea gently and felt the bitterness in his mouth became stronger. He then said, "I remember what my father said. I still have some questions. I don't know whether I should ask them."
Mengyao smiled faintly, "Of course, I have a mouth on you, so you can ask questions, but whether you answer or not is my business. Just tell me."
Ling Jie frowned, as if there were too many questions accumulated in his heart, and he didn't know where to start, "What is the relationship between my father and you?"
Mengyao was stunned for a moment, then looked at Ling Jie with a faint smile, which made Ling Jie feel uncomfortable and couldn't help but speak first, "You, why are you looking at me like this?"
Ling Jie reached out and touched his face, fearing that there might be some dead cockroach or something on his face. Mengyao smiled and said, "Are you worried that your father and I are in a sexual relationship?"
As soon as these words came out, even an old-skinned person like Ling Jie couldn't help but blush, "No, it's nothing, I'm just curious."
Mengyao smiled lightly and said, "How old do you think I am?"
Ling Jie thought for a while, he and Mengyao could only be said to be familiar strangers, and it was better not to exaggerate too much. If she got angry, he would be the one to suffer, so he said, "You are mature, charming, and charming.
Your skin is like snow, and your face is stunningly beautiful. It is no exaggeration to describe you as a charming woman, so I guess your age is no more than twenty-five."
Mengyao suddenly laughed, her body shaking a little, especially her waist. After a while, she said, "Stop flattering me."
Ling Jie spread his hands and expressed that he was wronged. In fact, this was not an exaggeration at all. Mengyao's appearance was definitely worthy of what Ling Jie just said, "I'm just telling the truth."
Mengyao shook her head, "If you have your ID card, you will find that we are actually the same age, and we were born on the same day, same year, same month."
Ling Jie's heart skipped a beat. The three guardians of this country were actually born in the same year, month and day as him. Previously, Ling Jie thought Mengyao was over thirty years old. He didn't expect...
Mengyao asked, "What? Don't you believe it?"
Ling Jie hurriedly said, "I believe it, of course I believe it. But I didn't expect that you are the same age as me but have a heart that is more experienced than a century-old man."
Mengyao stopped talking and told Ling Jie what was on her mind. She felt unhappy and curled her lips, "Okay, let's get down to business. If there is anything else you don't understand, tell me. I can explain it to you.
I’ll explain everything to you.”
Ling Jie said, "What kind of secret does the Dragon-Slaying Sword have? The ruthless killing I just realized can actually make hundreds of wind wolves bow their heads. It seems that what is being killed is not the object, but the spirit, fighting spirit, and heart."
.How could this happen?”
Mengyao tilted her head and pondered for a long time. Ling Jie thought she was going to make some earth-shattering explanation, and her body leaned forward a lot. Unexpectedly, Mengyao finally spit out, "I won't explain this question yet, pass. Next
.”
Damn it... Ling Jie despised Mengyao in his heart. I think you don't even know...
"There used to be a waiter named Wang Xiaoman in the Land of Abundance. I once saw with my own eyes that she could block bullets with a knife. According to her, she said that she was from 'myth'. What on earth is 'myth'?" Ling Jie's stomach tightened.
He had a lot of questions, and Mengyao came today, so he had to ask them all in one breath.
A trace of surprise clearly flashed through Mengyao's eyes. Although she had hidden it well and passed by it in a flash, Ling Jie still caught it, "Why do you ask this?"
Ling Jie was depressed, "I just want to know why the people in the 'myth' are so skilled? If everyone is as awesome as Wang Xiaoman, then..."
Mengyao sighed slightly, full of helplessness, "I have told you before that the 'Chinese Qianlong' is not the most powerful organization in the world. In the underground world, there are several organizations that are not under the Qianlong.
And this myth is the unquestioned leader of the underground organization."
"The strength of the 'Mythical' organization is even higher than that of the 'Chinese Qianlong'?" Ling Jie was completely shocked. He knew the strength of the Qianlong. It was so terrifying, but this Mythology actually surpassed the Qianlong.
.It’s hard not to be surprised.
Mengyao nodded, "You can say that 'Myth' is the most terrifying killer organization in the underground killer world in the world. It is divided into two parts, 'Legend' and 'Myth', with a total of ninety-nine people. 'Legend'
There are a total of eighty-one people in the group, and there are only eighteen people in the 'myth' group."
Ling Jie's heart skipped a beat when he heard that, Mengyao continued, "The eighty-one killers of the 'Legend' organization have carried out a total of 180,000 killing missions in the past thirty years.
There are only nine cases. The starting price of each killer is no less than one million US dollars. Each of these eighty-one people has reached the level of the top masters in Qianlong. As for the 'myth' group, it creates
It created an unprecedented mythical record in the world. Eighteen people carried out 30,000 missions in 30 years, and none of them failed! These 30,000 missions were considered to be inevitable failures in the world.
They have completed the tasks one by one. Their asking price has increased from the initial one million US dollars to the next 100 million US dollars. It is probably priceless now. Now that the ancestor of the world's killer world can no longer hire these people, it is not money.
.Even I dare not make any inferences about the extent of their skills."
Ling Jie felt that half of his soul had been sucked out. This sounded too much. Eighteen people carried out thirty thousand missions, and none of them failed! What kind of concept is this!
"Are you saying that 'Myth' is a killer organization that includes two groups, 'Legend' and 'Myth', and the people in it are all the world's well-deserved ancestors of the killer world?" Ling Jie was afraid that he had heard wrong, so he couldn't help but repeat himself.
once.
Mengyao nodded slightly, "Yes, 'Mythology' is an organization that is completely superior to 'Chinese Hidden Dragon'. Many countries dare not provoke it, for fear that 'Mythology' will send people to hunt down them. 'Mythology' is here
The underground world has long been called - the God of Death seeking life, a legend through the ages. All the people in the myth were born criminals, and most of them are S-class top criminals wanted by various countries."
Ling Jie let out a big breath, "According to what you said, the 'Myth' can do whatever it wants in the world. Even the 'Chinese Hidden Dragon' is not its opponent. What if it comes to our country one day?
what to do?"
Meng Yao shook his head, "Everything has its unspoken rules. Our country's last trump card will naturally not be Qianlong. Only no more than ten people in the country know this trump card. Once this card is revealed, the situation will change dramatically."
(The driver has gone home, there are three more chapters tonight, please stay tuned...)