Mother Xu's eyes were slightly red when she saw her daughter coming back. She guessed something as she was coming here, and after her daughter returned to the room after taking a bath, she brought a bowl of sweet soup to her.
My daughter didn't go to bed for a while as usual. Instead, she lay directly on the bed and stared at the ceiling in a daze.
Seeing her mother come in, Xu Weiyu sat up, forced a smile and said: "Mom, you didn't knock on the door."
"Knocking on the door might mean you can't come in." Xu's mother smiled and handed the sweet soup to her daughter. "In the past, when my mother was in a bad mood, my grandma would always bring her a bowl of sweet soup. She said sweet things would make her happy.
The world is a better place.”
Xu Weiyu took a sip and narrowed her eyes with a smile: "It tastes good."
Xu's mother touched her daughter's hair and said with a smile: "If it tastes good, drink more. My daughter has a good figure and is not afraid of gaining some fat."
Xu Weiyu wrinkled her nose and said, "I'm so fat that no one wants me, but my mother has to support me for the rest of my life."
"No problem." Xu's mother smiled. "Mom can live to be a hundred years old."
Xu Weiyu's eyes were slightly sour, and she suddenly lay on her mother's shoulder, her voice choked with sobs and said: "Mom, I've worked so hard..."
"Would you like to talk to mom?" Xu's mother gently patted her daughter's back.
"Don't tell me." Xu Weiyu said stubbornly.
"Okay. Don't tell." As an old artist with both virtues and talents, Xu's mother is not a rigid parent. She will not force her daughter to say something that makes her painful. Nor will she teach her daughter a lesson like an elder.
.Xu Weiyu’s excellence proves that her education method is very successful.
"mom."
Xu Weiyu raised her head and looked at her mother resolutely: "After taking care of this class of students, I want to resign."
Resign?
Xu's mother was slightly startled, then stretched out her hand to smooth the hair on her daughter's cheek, and smiled: "No matter what my daughter does, my mother will always support her."
"Thank you, Mom."
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It's late at night.
The cold wind blew on the pedestrian's face like a knife, causing unbearable pain.
There are no street lights on a secluded path. But the bright moon casts its silver light, making this path far away from the crowds quiet and bright. It seems as elegant as being isolated from the world.
On the path, a man dressed in white walked slowly. His whole body was shrouded in the silver moonlight, like an immortal descending to earth, floating elegantly out of the dust.
Her black and silky hair hangs freely on the back of her head, covering up her slender shoulders and hiding her loneliness and coldness.
Her steps were extremely slow, as if she were walking on this path with no scenery at all, and as if she was waiting for something.
The grass as high as a person made a rustling sound. There was a chill in the darkness of the backlight. There were dull footsteps in front of me. A fierce murderous intent swept behind me. It was aggressive.
Whoosh whoosh!
Three figures bounced out of the darkness and landed in front of Bai Yi who was walking.
Whoosh whoosh!
Three more figures emerged from behind her.
Whoosh whoosh!
In front of her, behind her, on her left, and on her right, there were all men in black standing. Each of them had an English word printed on their chest. They were obviously from the same organization.
This organization is destined to be feared in the West. But in front of the woman in white, they have become a laughing stock. A funny laughing stock.
Once the Divine Punishment Group takes over a task, they will not stop unless the target dies. Even if the person they want to kill is Xia Wushuang, the female devil who slaughtered hundreds of their fellow sects.
They followed Xia Wushuang again. This was the fourth time they had tracked Xia Wushuang. Counting the first three times, they had killed a total of 187 of their fellow disciples. Even the largest killer organization in the world,
Or an anarchic army. After losing so many elites among the elite, everyone will think about whether this plan is worth continuing and whether the cost is too high.
But the Divine Punishment Team won't do it, and not only won't it do it, but the intensity will be even greater every time.
The Shenhui is not short of money, nor is it short of people, nor is it short of dead soldiers who sacrifice their lives for them. But they cannot accept that a person sentenced to death by the Shenhui is free. This is a great insult to the Shenhui.
So they are here again, as high-spirited and unrelenting as ever.
Hiss, hiss—
The sound of the blade being unsheathed came and went. Even just hearing this sharp sound, ordinary people would probably be frightened and panicked. But Xia Wushuang, among the men in black, stood calmly. It was as if they had interacted with each other too much.
A tacit understanding was developed. The two sides actually went to war without saying a word.
One by one, the men in black rushed towards Xia Wushuang like moths, like fire, and then fell softly into a pool of blood, exhaling their last breath.
They spent their lives needlessly consuming Xia Wushuang's physical strength. But no matter how many people they killed or injured, Xia Wushuang didn't seem to be exhausted from harvesting too many lives. On the contrary, every sword she struck was very fast, and every sword strike was very fast.
One sword strike will kill a master of the Divine Punishment Group. The faster the master of the Divine Punishment Group rushes, the faster and more she will kill.
Gradually, Xia Wushuang's feet were filled with corpses. Whenever a place was filled with corpses, she would move to another place so that she could kill people better. It also made it easier for the God's Punishment Team to rush up faster. After all, when the ground was full of corpses, she would move to another place.
When there is a corpse in the way, a person's balance will always not be as good as usual.
Phew!
A stream of blood spattered from the throat of the master of the Divine Punishment Group. Xia Wushuang killed the last enemy of the night.
There were fifty-seven people in total.
A woman who killed too many people will always become colder and more ruthless than ordinary people. So after Xia Wushuang killed the last enemy, she didn't take a second look at the body lying on the ground, but slowly left the bloody place.
The trail of flavor.
call out!
A sharp explosion roared out, hitting Xia Wushuang directly on the back.
bite!
Xia Wushuang turned around and struck out with a sword, accurately missing the knife that came from nowhere.
Keng!
The knife moved very quickly. Even though it was missed by Xia Wushuang, it still penetrated the ground of the pile of rocks with a clang, making a sharp sound.
Xia Wushuang's cold eyes glanced at the grass that was slightly blown by the cold wind, and two words came out from his slightly white lips: "Come out."
"Let who come out?"
Suddenly, an old voice sounded behind him. It was exactly opposite to the direction Xia Wushuang was looking.
The knife was shot from the front at this moment, but the person came from behind. It was obvious that there was more than one person on the other side.
Xia Wushuang slowly turned around and saw an old man with a white face and a long beard walking slowly. He wore a pair of blue cloth shoes, but he did not look dwarfed by them. On the contrary, he was extremely tall. He was at least 1.85 meters tall. This was for someone
For an old man in his fifties, he is still extremely tall even now. What's more, it was in the last century when the economy was not developed and the height of the people generally did not improve?
He was approaching Xia Wushuang like an iron tower, with a pair of slender eyes filled with brilliance. It was as if Xia Wushuang was already in her pocket.
"Let who come out?"
The same words sounded from behind Xia Wushuang again.
This is a small man with a height of less than 165. He should not be more than forty years old. However, his thumb and index finger are covered with calluses, which are probably difficult to cut with a knife.
One is outrageously tall, and the other is so short that she is petite. Such a strange combination is very strange. But Xia Wushuang did not find it strange at all. Instead, he said coldly: "Longmen is short of money?"
That's right. The tall and the short are both strong men who have never been born in Longmen. And they were personally invited by a certain big shot on the Oval Table of the Gods. The poor execution of the Divine Punishment Team made the people in power on the Oval Table extremely dissatisfied. So that
The leader of the God's Punishment Team had no choice but to personally take action and invite Longmen's tall and short combination with extremely outstanding killing skills to come out.
If it hadn't been for the defeats of Tiechu and Judge, few people would have allowed Longmen to send two strong men out at once. Especially two super strong men who had never failed before.
As a famous nursing home for strong people, Longmen's reputation is well-known overseas. But they are not a tool to kill people for money. They look at interest, friendship, and who asks them to take action. They are not short of money, and the big boss of Longmen is not.
Lack of money. Therefore, it is much more difficult to ask Longmen to do things than to ask Miaomen, Shenhui, and Tianxiahui to do things. The latter three are still profitable after all. But Longmen is not. They go out to kill people, largely because of interest.
Xia Wushuang aroused their interest, so they came.
"I heard that you are a world-shattering warrior." The tall old man said in an old voice. He ignored Xia Wushuang's question.
Xia Wushuang remained silent and did not answer the old man's question.
"What a coincidence. Me too." Two flying knives appeared in the hands of the short old man, playing with the taste.
"Someone wants you to die." The tall man was dissatisfied with the short man's interruption.
Xia Wushuang remained silent.
"So you will die tonight." The short man answered. "Even if you are a world-beating warrior."
Whoosh!
The tall man moved.
It seems that he is afraid that the shorter man will get ahead of him.
The short man also moved. But what he moved was not his legs, but his hands.
A flying knife whizzed towards Xia Wushuang's back. It was no slower than a bullet.
Following the lessons learned from Tiechu and the judge, under pressure from many parties, the tall old man and the short old man, a pair of world-beating experts, did not follow the rules of the world and calmly chose to fight in a group.
There are more than fifty masters of the Divine Punishment Group who are leading the way, followed by Huangque, the two world-breaking experts in Longmen. Everyone knows that the gods will kill Xia Wushuang.
And no more failures are allowed.
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[Author's digression]: I can't write anymore. I hate my incompetence. Tomorrow, in the fourth chapter, I will regain my lost dignity...
