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It's just that what they saw was different, in their eyes, Qingming suddenly stabbed the handsome security guard brother who stopped him with a blue long sword drawn out of nowhere, and said something unknown in his mouth.

They thought that Qingming was in a hurry to go to Jinling, so they were dissatisfied with the security guard brother who stopped him, so they would stab people with swords.

So they had to dissuade Qingming, from the philosophical and coercive topic of being born free but invincible and in shackles, to the eight honors and eight shames, and all the way to the core values of socialism.

Seeing that Qingming was about to go further and further down the wrong path, several people even gave birth to pessimistic negative energy thoughts that their future was in danger.

That expression is like saying, hey, hey, this new and old way is a bit wild, how can you do it casually, everyone in the legal society talks about the law, you will be beaten if you are so arrogant.

An idea couldn't help but form in my mind, "Demon, let the poor monk come and take you!" ”

……

Qingming was held by eight people, and all of them had sad expressions.

"Is this your talent?" Qingming was very calm, and he even had time to ask the person, the handsome security guard brother who others looked like but seemed to him to be a black-robed killer.

The killer looked at his hand and smiled a little nervously.

"It's not a talent." His voice was a little cold, maybe he hadn't spoken for a long time, and his voice was very well protected, so he still spoke very well. "It's a curse!" His hands were shaking, and his eyes were filled with tears.

The white teeth were exposed, and Qingming saw his appearance clearly, that is, fifteen or sixteen years old, a child and a half years old.

"Follow me in the future." Qingming used a declarative tone, as if reading a notice.

"But I'm going to kill you." The young man looked at Qingming with some puzzlement, "And why?" The boy looked at Qingming like a wolf with its fangs bared, with a hint of stubbornness.

"Because I can feel that you are alone." Qingming paused, "Because I'm also a lonely person, and we're all lonely people." ”

"Who says I'm a lonely person? I have companions. The boy's voice suddenly trembled for some reason, not because he was afraid but because his heart was trembling, and the trembling voice was like a crying little wolf dog.

He also became a dog.

"Come with me, I need your help." Qingming slowly stretched out his hand.

When the teenager's mood began to fluctuate, the eight people also regained consciousness, and when they saw this teenager, they couldn't help but feel a huge wave in their hearts.

The Eight Monsters of the Flyover are not just the Eight Monsters of the Flyover, they are burdened with a mission, from generation to generation, although they are quite a bit down-and-out today, but after all, they are the subordinates of the ancient god Hou Yi, although their strength is mostly sealed, they can still be regarded as first-class masters.

But now that such a young man has been made to look like this, it is impossible not to be surprised in my heart.

Several people looked at each other, and they all felt that they had underestimated the world.

They all nodded in their hearts, thinking that since they had already met Qingming, they had to unlock the ability that had been sealed in the bloodline as soon as possible.

……

"But......" the young man hesitated as he looked at Qingming's outstretched hand, "I'm going to kill you......" he said.

"You follow me to have a chance to kill me, you don't have that strength now, so come with me, and wait until you slowly become stronger to kill me slowly." Qingming did not withdraw his outstretched hand.

This time the boy finally stretched out his hand slowly, but he seemed to be afraid of something, when the two hands touched, please show a soft smile on the corner of your mouth.

The boy also laughed, "Are you okay?" ”

Qingming nodded, "I'm fine, your talent has no effect on me." ”

The boy smiled even more happily, and he poked Qingming's hand with his hand, like a curious cat, and he had never touched anyone's hand, because as soon as he raised his hand, he would fall into a fantasy and go crazy.

"What about them?" The young man asked, pointing to the eight people behind Qingming.

"They're different." Qingming said lightly.

The eight lowered their heads in shame when they heard this, it would take time for the bloodline seal to be lifted.

"Oh......" The boy was a little disappointed.

"Didn't you ask me who was going to kill you?" The young man looked up at Qingming, and there was a struggle in his eyes.

It's just that Qingming waved his hand and said, "It's okay, I don't want to know now, no matter who wants to kill me, I won't die." ”

……

Ten people contracted a plane, and it was only at this time that Qingming knew how rich the three no-sellers were.

Qingming found that money is really a good thing, it can make people unconsciously grovel to cater, and can make people's faces switch back and forth between stinky and stinky faces.

It's just that the three don't sell it, but he said with an arrogant face: Money is bullshit.