I Have a Wolf Sword Saint System

　　 After eating fast food as dinner, thinking about how much of the things to be removed can be thrown away, stepped onto the corridor on the fourth floor. The deepest room in the corridor was his Langlin’s apartment, but. . .

　　 In front of his apartment that will soon not belong to him, there is a young girl with long hair and waist, standing beside him is an old man in ancient clothes.

　　 is Luo Zeyue!

　　 Did she come to him in person? In other words, just a reaction without looking back made him suspect?

　　 Langren certainly could not have imagined that the four Tie Hanhan would really lie on the ground for so long, because he still underestimated their shamelessness.

　　 At this moment, Langren turned his head and ran.

　　 "Always old, keep him."

"Yes."

　　 The voice hadn't fallen yet, Chang Lao had already lost a trace. Within one second, the toes crossed a distance of 20 meters three times, and he rushed directly behind Langren.

　　 Langren was panicking a group now, not sure if the other party would directly beat him to death and then take him back for questioning. He could only turn around and draw a knife between gritted teeth.

　　 climb the carp!

　　咚-

　　 The wooden sword blade touched the tiger claws that appeared in front of the old man's palm, held back the sharp pain of the wrist and retracted it with clever force, and immediately after receiving the impact, it bounced the tiger palm on the left with a bang.

　　 But I can’t stop, there is a right side!

The left palm pressed the painful right wrist and barely met the tiger's palm, but the pain of the right wrist reached the apex in an instant when the collision occurred, and the wooden knife was directly shot out by a palm, and everyone was knocked out by a huge force and hit the stairs. There was a dull crash on the wall that turned around, and Juli almost made Langren spit out dinner.

　　 "Okay! There is a play."

　　 Langren retracted his right wrist on his chest to avoid another injury when he fell on the ground, and immediately climbed downstairs after he fell to the ground. As long as he was able to stand up on the hallway downstairs with the help of the potential energy of rolling down.

　　 But Chang Lao was faster. After Langren fell to the ground, he already grabbed his back collar with one hand, just like leading a milk dog, and also picked up his wooden knife.

　　 "Please go in and sit down?"

　　 Luo Zeyue put his arms around his chest, looking at Langren who was thrown on the ground like a dead dog.

　　 "Is there any other choice?"

　　 Langren clutched his wrists and sat on the ground looking up at her.

　　 "Your teacher taught you to use questions to answer questions?"

　　 You too!

　　 Langren got up, awkwardly took out the key in the pocket with his left hand, and opened the door.

　　 "Please... Please come in."

　　 The living room is the bedroom. There are three people in the small apartment, which is still a bit crowded.

After 　　 Langren woke up, the packaging bag after drinking and eating was thrown on the ground, and the quilt was messy.

　　 "Sorry, it's a little messy, just sit down."

　　 Langren hurriedly dragged the chair over and sat for this cold clan eldest lady.

　　 "Are you not Langlin? What about Langlin? Was transferred by your organization?"

　　 Luo Zeyue looked at the boy, exactly the same as the cowardly face, except that the hairstyle was different, and there was no instinctive fear in his eyes.

　　 Another person, really.

　　 "I hope that the eldest lady will tell me why you care about him, you know his purpose."

　　 Langren lowered his head and looked at the floor, wondering how to get through.

　　 "I seldom feel sorry for a person. Poor people must be hateful. This is cause and effect, but his cowardice is pure fear. I just want him to feel the kindness of the world."

　　 "Just because of this?"

　　 "I need to lie to you?"

　　 Langren looked at the quiet old man, and laughed at himself: "Yes."

　　 "It's a pity, he died."

　　 Langren finished speaking these three words, the room temperature suddenly dropped, not because of psychological pressure.

　　 is real physical cooling.

　　 "You did it? To replace him?"

　　 "Stop, stop, it's not me, I can't replace him, I avenge him." It's not a lie.

　　 Luo Zeyue's raised right hand stopped.

　　 "Langlin, as you said, the 5-year-old parents passed away with autism, and they were also alone in the orphanage. They were always bullied and had no friends. After seven years in the organization, they would beat, scold, and bully every day..."

　　 Langren said slowly, and suddenly his tone became tough.

"It was you. After he left that hell, you made him feel warm. Whether it was a piece of meat, in a word, he actually felt your care, so he liked you, so he told his superiors that he would not do it. , So he slapped him and was nailed to the ground with a sword piercing his heart. He was unwilling to hold the blade before he died."

"...how do you know?"

　　 "I... is his separated twin brother. He was transferred here a few days after meeting in the organization. When he died, I watched him personally."

　　 "Then how did you avenge him? You betrayed your organization?"

"Yes, he is also my last relative. He lives more painful than me, so I wanted to live a good life with him, but I didn't expect all this to come too soon... so I concealed my breath from Behind the murderer, kill him."

　　 "Where is the corpse?"

　　 "Corroded into bone charcoal."

　　 Luo Zeyue lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking, and was silent.

　　 The old man kept his eyes closed and did not speak, as if everything had nothing to do with him except for another order.

　　 Langren didn't dare to continue speaking, because now life and death are just at this moment.

Yes, Langren is taking advantage of the other party’s guilt. When the other party hears the reason for Langlin’s death, he will definitely feel guilty. But he avenged him, indicating that he is not bad to this poor man, and he may not be a good person, but Did not trample on the other side's mercy for charity

　　 After only ten seconds, the clan eldest lady calmed down.

　　 "Evidence, let me believe you."

　　 Langren pretended to be stunned.

　　 "What? No evidence?"

　　 Luo Zeyue's calm eyes narrowed, overflowing with murderous intent.

　　 "Yes, I... I wanted to keep it for myself."

　　 Langren secretly rejoiced that he had not had time to throw away the pierced white shirt.

　　 "Look at it."

　　 The blood on the white shirt has dried and changed color, but the smell of blood is still strong.

　　 Luo Zeyue stood up, took it with both hands, and slowly spread it out.

　　 This is a shirt she took off during a certain shopping trip. She gave it to Langlin regardless of its suitability. She only remembered that there was a blooming flower in the heart of this dress.

　　 The blood stains soaked the entire back of the shirt. There was a cut hole in the back of the shirt. The blooming flower on the left half of the front was also divided, corresponding to a breach, which proved the disappearance of a life and her compassion.

　　 Langren looked at her, thinking about adding a little more weight. UU reading www. uukahnshu.com

"and this."

　　 Langren took out the two-foot knife again.

　　 There is no scabbard, and the blood on it is also dry.

　　 When she saw that the blade could pass through these two holes, she finally sighed.

　　Looking at Langren, that face reminded her of the poor bug who always frowned but smiled to show her friendliness.

　　 "You... an ordinary person who killed his boss, he would be chased until the day he died, right? Regret?"

　　 "No regrets. I respect my inner guidance. When my brother died, I was angry and avenged him. This is my inner guidance. Death is just to see him again... But I can't die yet."

　　 Langren looked directly into Luo Zeyue's eyes: "I have to live with his will."

　　 This also explained why he had to run when he saw Luo Zeyue.

"What is your name?"

　　 "Langren."

　　 "Okay, always old."

　　 "Yes." Chang Lao bowed his head slightly.

　　 "Lang Ren just took your attack with a knife?"

　　 Chang Lao recognized that he knew what the eldest lady meant, not to mention that Langren used his own strength to resist his one-stroke tiger downhill pose, even if he only had a three-point force in this move, it was also remarkable.

　　 "There is a lot of potential, the old man guesses in vain, practice more, A-level hopeful."

　　 Luo Zeyue looked at the poor man's twin brother in surprise.

　　 "Okay, compile it."

　　 Luo Zeyue turned and walked to the door, and stopped suddenly.

　　 "From now on, improve yourself and avenge your brother. Your hatred will not end until you destroy your **** organization. Don't let anyone trample on my will!"

　　 "This is your future task."