How should he calculate this hatred?

"Your Excellency, the people have brought it, do you want to see it?" Tang Niu walked over and whispered.

This is not the realm of life and death, it is a large hall where Xue Wuxian often rests, today, when he found the evil venerable, he saw that his hands were covered with blood, he knew that the evil venerable had a habit, the worse the mood, the more he would kill people.

He killed a lot of people, but he killed all the people who deserved to be killed.

I remember that once the evil venerable returned from the Northern Wu Empire, he was in a very bad mood, that night, he did not go back to the realm of life and death, but went to an unknown place, and when the next day, when he saw the evil venerable again, he found that he was covered in blood, he said: I like the taste of blood, I killed someone.

On that day, the evil lord was in a good mood.

But I don't know why, this time, the evil venerable was still very unhappy after killing someone.

Tang Niu held the brocade cloth and stepped forward, "Evil Venerable ......"

Xue Wuwu didn't speak, his eyes were empty, and he had recovered his manly body, and there was a dead air all over his body.

Tang Niu was not afraid, but knelt on the ground, holding a brocade cloth, gently touching Shangxue's blood-stained hand, and helping him wipe the blood off his hand one by one.

"Evil Venerable, what are we going to eat today?" Tang Niu found the topic.

He didn't know what was going on, but he knew that Evil Venerable was unhappy right now.

"The deity has killed someone."

"My subordinates know."

"The deity is not happy."

"My subordinates know."

"The deity wants to die."

Tang Niu's action of wiping the blood suddenly slammed, "Evil Venerable......"

"If the deity is alive, it is a puppet, and I might as well die like this."

"Evil Venerable, did Miss Ye make Evil Venerable angry?" Tang Niu asked subconsciously.

"Xiyue? How could she mess with the deity? The deity wanted her to make me angry, but ......"

"Miss Ye, she ......"

"She's got someone she likes." Xue Wuxian suddenly lowered his eyelashes, and the long and slightly curly eyelashes, like butterfly wings, cast a silhouette, covering his radiant eyes, "That person, it's not me." ”

Tang Niu sighed lowly, "Evil Venerable, you have changed. ”

Xue Wuxian didn't speak, he was silent for a long time, he wiped away the sorrow on his face, as if he had changed into a different person, bloodthirsty and cold, "Didn't you just say that you brought someone?" ”

"My subordinates are going to let him come over." Tang Niu finished wiping and retreated.

The inside of the hall was dark, the kind of hazy darkness where it was impossible to see each other clearly.

Such an atmosphere and scene are very suitable for the mood of snow without injury now, faintly and darkly, a little breathless.

Whenever he was in a bad mood, he would lock himself in a dark room for a long time......

A figure was drawn by the light outside, and he walked in trembling and frightened, not daring to raise his head to see that the snow on his seat was unharmed.

"Smack!" Xue Wuxian sat on the chair, and he didn't see how he moved, and the crisp slap suddenly sounded.

But it was he who slapped it in the face.

The figure trembled, knelt on his legs, and said nothing, and it could be seen from the dark shadow that he was trembling.

Suddenly a red light flashed from the seat, and Snow came up to the man like a ghost, and grabbed his collar.

The man raised his head, lined with black light, and finally saw his face clearly, exactly the same face as the old drunkard, but he was not an old drunkard, but - Mu Yun, the former master of the Aoki Hall.