The guy in the shop was busy playing a round next to him: "How can it? This son is so filial, how can he be angry with you? Old man, it's all like this, it's all like this, childe, there's a quiet room below, and the little one will take you to take a bath and change your clothes? ”

Long Fan's head and face were full of soup, and it stands to reason that he should take a bath and clean up, but he was extremely cautious and didn't want to leave Gu Xijiu an inch, so he raised his hand to perform a cleaning technique for himself, and after a flash of white light, his body was as neat as new.

The cleansing technique can only be used by monks with spiritual power of the eighth order or higher.

Although this city is not small, there are not many high-level warlocks, and there are even fewer who can use cleaning techniques, and they can't meet one for many years, and the guy in the shop opened his eyes wide and looked shocked.

Long Fan's eyes narrowed slightly, and his palm pressed on the shoulder of the guy in the shop: "Thank you for your hard work." ”

The shopkeeper's face turned pale, and he didn't say a word.

Gu Xijiu didn't expect him to kill someone without saying a word: "What are you doing?!" ”

Long Fan looked indifferent: "He knows too much." With a flick of his fingertips at the shopkeeper, a wisp of pink smoke enveloped the shopkeeper, and after the smoke passed, the shopkeeper disappeared without a trace, apparently dissolved by the pink smoke.

A big living person disappeared like this, Gu Xijiu pursed her lips and stopped talking.

Long Fan clapped his hands and glanced at her: "Xijiu, you killed a lot of people in your previous life, won't you suddenly have a bodhisattva's heart now?" ”

Gu Xijiu's voice was cold: "I never kill innocent people!" ”

Long Fan glanced at her deeply, and said softly, "You will do it in the future." ”

Gu Xijiu ignored him, knowing that he wanted to cultivate himself as one of his knives and fight for him in the world.

This man doesn't seem to be really loyal to that Mo Cao, and he may have his own ambitions.

Gu Xijiu faintly felt that Long Fan might not be simple-

She was groaning a little, and suddenly heard a faint commotion below, and after a while, another shopkeeper and a child ran up, looked into the private room, and was stunned for a moment: "Zhang Wang is not here?" ”

Obviously, the name of the guy who was killed by Long Fan just now was Zhang Wang, and the subordinates beside Long Fan responded: "What is looking at Liu Wang, I didn't see it." ”

"Zhang Wang is the short guy who was assigned to wait for the guest officer." The guy in the shop laughed: "His daughter-in-law is seriously ill, and his son came to call him, and the shopkeeper has already approved the leave......"

The eight or nine-year-old child's face was anxious, and his little face turned red: "The uncles downstairs said that my father is waiting for the nobles here, and my mother is very sick......

Long Fan's two subordinates were impatient: "If you say it's not here, it's not here, you go look elsewhere." ”

The man and the boy didn't dare to say any more, but turned to go, and there was the sound of the door opening and closing, and it was clear that the man was looking around with the child. It's just that they can't find it anymore.

After another moment, the child's cry came downstairs: "Where the hell has Daddy gone?" My mother is still at home waiting for him to take her to the doctor......"

Gu Xijiu's heart was cold.

In the eyes of Long Fan and others, these ordinary people may be like ants, crushed to death at will, but to their family, the dead are heaven and earth, and they kill them casually and destroy a family......

Long Fan looked at her: "Soft-hearted? I didn't expect you to be a killer and soft-hearted. He smiled lightly: "In this world, the strong should be respected, and smart people should be allowed to live in the world, as for these ordinary people, they actually don't even have the qualifications to live, and living is a waste of resources and food......"