The king of Hades who was hunted down by the system

Chapter 111 Song Fusheng
In the darkness, the old man's rapid panting could be heard.

He seemed to be terrified, and seemed to be afraid that things would be revealed.

Song Fusheng stared helplessly at the young man above him, those blood-colored eyes watched in the darkness, making them more permeable.

Make him feel like he's being stalked by a wild animal.The heart was also firmly grasped by the sharp claws of the beast. A heart contracted and swelled, and it would explode with just a pinch.

"Master, spare your life!"

He is like an ordinary little person, he is timid and humble in the face of the villain's knife, and he can't even give up the slightest resistance.

The arrogance that has been smoothed can no longer be straightened up.

like his broken leg
Mo Rang pressed the Jackdaw on his neck again, seeing that the other's face was like a palette, with emotions constantly changing, it was suddenly interesting.

But it was late at night, and he still had things to do, and he didn't have time to tease him, so he said it directly.

"Tell me everything you know."

Song Fusheng looked at his blood-red eyes and said hurriedly: "I wonder what the hero wants to ask about? I must tell you everything I know!"

Seeing his sincerity, Mo Rang moved the Jackdaw away and said flatly, "Jiyinghui."

Within three seconds, I want to know all the information about the Jiyinghui.

The old man was stunned.

At this time, he had recovered from the surprise, and as if he had noticed something, he asked: "During the day, the young hero was not present..."

He recalled that because he had a photographic memory developed through years of collecting information, he just thought about all the people who listened to him during the day, and his mind instantly recalled thousands of faces, even the meteor sitting in the corner. He has noticed all the disciples in the villa.But he had never seen such a face.

Not to mention such a characteristic, bright and handsome face.

"Don't ask too much."

Song Fusheng, who had a sharp edge around his neck, had goose bumps all over his body.

He tremblingly said: "I don't know much about Jiyinghui either."

"Tell me everything you know." Mo Rang glared at him with red eyes.

Song Fusheng frowned with gray eyebrows, "I have a relationship with Zhang Tuanlian from that villa, and the two families have always been good friends. He told me that the selection of Jiying will start tomorrow, and the time will last for two days. Although the time is urgent, the heroes of the world Everyone can come."

"Is there any requirement for warrior level?"

Hearing what he said, Song Fusheng rolled his eyes, "Does the hero also want to participate in the Jiyinghui?"

"All you have to do is ask!"

Mo Rang's ruthless face made Song Fusheng startled, so he could only say: "The Jiyinghui naturally requires masters above martial arts to join."

Mo Rang nodded and put the jackdaw back into its scabbard.

This is a safe signal that the person is not trying to kill himself.Song Fusheng breathed a sigh of relief, but he didn't feel relieved for a long time, and then held back.

While retracting the scabbard, the demon looked at him with blood-red eyes, "If you dare to call for help, I will cut off your tongue first."

Song Fusheng swallowed.

"Fengqingyue Baizhuang has always disliked outsiders. Even if he has a close relationship with Gui Yuanzong, he has no plans to get involved with rangers, let alone go to Feixing Mountain, an empty mountain to search this time, and there is no plan to recruit rangers. Necessary! Why is there a gathering?"

Mo Rang also searched for a lot of information, and felt that something was wrong, so he just asked out.

Song Fusheng's eyes were innocent: "I'm a storyteller, how can I know the inside story?"

"be honest!"

The storyteller paused, stroked his gray beard, and slowly sat up from the bed.

"The team leader Zhang told me that this gathering of heroes is just like the crusade against the Demon Cult decades ago. The more people who come, the better. It is also a way to promote talents in the world."

"Promote the talents of the Jianghu?"

Don't laugh at the irony.

"It's just dragging them to die. Feng Qingyue Bai Zhuang couldn't bear to part with his disciples, so he used them as bait, and sat in the rear by himself, reaping the benefits of being a fisherman!"

Song Fusheng blinked: "The hero is really wise, but I am a storyteller, how could he tell me this?"

"yes."

Mo Rang said thoughtfully: "I see that in your words, you are inciting people from all walks of life to join the Jiyinghui. Besides, Feng Qingyue Baizhuang has not released the news yet. You are doing it abruptly. I'm afraid it's not Feng Qingyue. What benefits did Qingyue Baizhuang give you?"

"Never. This, this, this. I'm just a commoner. The hero really found the wrong person."

The old man still wanted to speak hard.

Mo Rang frowned, he is not a person who likes to pry into other people's privacy very much, and the use of skills will also cause harm to himself.

To bear the pain that should not have belonged to others was like a punishment for him.

"Since you refuse to tell the truth, then I'll see for myself."

Look?
What do you think?
Song Fusheng only saw the demon sighing, his voice low and harsh.

Then, he couldn't see anything.

All that was left in front of him was a pair of blood-red eyes.

Cold and ruthless, yet compassionate.

……

When the fallen leaves are ruthless, the bridge is west.

Feng Qingyue White Gentleman Sword.

That was Song Fusheng's childhood memory.

He is an abandoned baby picked up by the old owner from under the bridge.As long as I can remember, I have been learning to read and write, and to exercise my muscles and bones.There is almost no setback, he has reached the level of a warrior, and the world regards him as a child prodigy
But he is still unhappy, he yearns for freedom, and the gentle and upright figure of the teacher in the story.

But when he woke up from the dream and saw the cold and ruthless look in his master's eyes as he urged him to do morning lessons, he understood that he was destined not to get this.

His master looked at him as if he was looking at an object, estimating its value, and then choosing where it should be.

Song Fusheng was ignorant and pestered him before.

But later he understood that this is his fate.

Whether others are envious or pitiful, he will knock out his teeth and swallow it with tears.
The memory seems to stop at that cold afternoon forever.

Because I failed to kill the cat that had been with me for five or six years.

He was imprisoned in the firewood room by the old owner, and he copied the inner strength method over and over again.

The firewood room didn't even have a window, and there was a small lattice on the door, which was where the servants brought him meals.

Whenever food was passed in through the window, or when he finished copying his mental method, he would look at the scenery outside through this small window.

The cold and lonely bamboo forest.

The Fengqingyuebaizhuang is impersonal.

He wants to escape.

Must escape.

This place has driven him crazy.

He has never been so sober as he is now - he must escape!
It was also the week when he was locked up in the woodshed, so he figured it out.

The owner just lacks an heir.

And he is talented.
The superficial relationship between him and the old owner is only maintained by interests and power, not even half of family affection.

If it weren't for his usefulness, looking at his stubborn character, the old owner would have killed himself long ago.

He thought so.

The heart is ashamed.

　I still don’t know how to name it... If readers feel uncomfortable looking at the name, please comment on me, I avoid this style

　　Domineering CEO: Within three seconds, I want to know all the information about this woman! (dog head)

　　
　
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