From Chopper To Cthulhu

Damn--

Hearing this sound in his ear, Zhuang Zimiao's complexion changed drastically, and she stood up abruptly, with such a large motion that she knocked the chairs behind him over.

This old voice couldn't be more familiar, it was the voice of "Grandma Dao"-although the time spent with Zhuang Zimiao was not too long, it completely changed her entire life!

Zhuang Zimiao quickly looked around inside the account—she was the only one in the account. Since it was a military account, there was nothing superfluous. The surroundings were empty, and there was nothing [Cracking the deer with a fierce knife]...

"Is it because I heard it wrong...?"

Zhuang Zimiao's heart seemed to be overcast with a haze. She knew that her rapid aging must be inseparable from [Fierce Knife Cutting Deer], so it is possible to hear the voice of "Grandma Dao" in an anxious mood. .

After taking a few deep breaths, Zhuang Zimiao, who calmed down a bit, turned around to lift the overturned chair and was about to sit down again. As soon as her gaze swept across the bronze mirror on the table, she was completely stunned. Come bursts of coldness, like falling into an ice cellar.

I saw in front of the bronze mirror, lying quietly with a cold-glowing Panlong kitchen knife, the blade was as bright as the same autumn water-it was [Fierce Knife Cutting Deer].

"How is it possible! Dao Grandma...you, why are you here!"

Zhuang Zimiao's beautiful eyes opened wide, and he shouted in disbelief.

She can be sure that there is no such kitchen knife in front of the bronze mirror before, and with her martial arts today, it is absolutely impossible for anyone to be able to manipulate her hands and feet under her nose.

"Hehe, the old man said that you are the real goddess who ended this troubled world. You are doing a good job now, and the old man will naturally come to assist."

The body of the knife shone with cold, and the voice of Grandma Dao came out of Zhuang Zimiao's ear.

"Impossible, you...obviously disappeared with Li Haonan..."

Zhuang Zimiao said loudly.

"Since the old body can disappear, there is nothing strange about being able to appear here."

Grandma Dao's voice was as gentle as ever, but in Zhuang Zimiao's ears, it was strange and cold: "The old man's skills, you should know nothing more."

After Zhuang Zimiao experienced the initial fear-the sudden appearance of this fierce knife made her deeply recall the tragic experience that had occurred since meeting Li Goudan, but she quickly calmed down again, yes, compared to Li The horrible scene of Goudan's suicide, the appearance of this kitchen knife is not a big deal.

"You asked me before if I want to look immortal and youthful, can you let me do it? And if I grow old, I am afraid that you are the same as Li Haonan, right?"

After calming down, Zhuang Zimiao asked, she paid more attention to the changes in her body than to figure out how the murderous sword disappeared and appeared.

"Hehe, it is affected by the old body, but how can it be said that it is harmful?"

Grandma Dao's voice kept saying clearly in Zhuang Zimiao's ear: "Everything in this world has its price. If you want to have an unprecedented martial arts talent and become a master of the past, how can you not pay a little price? "

"You didn't tell me at the beginning."

Zhuang Zimiao stared at the kitchen knife on the table coldly.

"You didn't ask the old man before."

Chopper's answer is quite cunning.

Zhuang Zimiao was silent for a moment, no longer entangled in the problems that had not been told, what had happened, and entanglement would not help the matter, and asked flatly: "Grandma Dao, then you said that your face will stay forever and be young, and What price do I have to pay?"

He Zhen in the kitchen knife, feeling the infinite hatred and anger in Zhuang Zimiao’s heart, listening to Zhuang Zimiao’s question, there seemed to be a smile on the invisible face. The change and progress of this woman was really surprising, and he was undermined by him. I hate the "seed of hate", not only hates the men of the world, but also hates my own'fierce knife', but whether in front of Wei Jiebin and other men, or in front of my own kitchen knife, he manages his emotions to the extreme , Did not let this hatred be revealed, as far as this city government is concerned, it is indeed a manufacturable material.

"Human life."

Chopper's answer is quite brief.

"What's the meaning?"

Zhuang Zimiao frowned.

"It's very simple, you take me, and every time you kill a person, you can absorb the essence of that person's life and restore your youth for a day."

In the softest tone, Chopper gave a very cruel explanation.

Zhuang Zimiao also remained calm and peaceful, and confirmed to the kitchen knife: "In other words, as long as I kill one person every day, I can guarantee that I will stay forever and be young?"

Although it is cruel to kill a person every day, Zhuang Zimiao is now used to seeing blood and death. He has already ignored life, especially the lives of ordinary people and men. If the disappearance of those ill-fated deaths can bring her immortality. His face is not unacceptable.

"Not."

Grandma Dao said slowly and logically: "As a price for your talent in martial arts, every day you pass is equivalent to 50 days for ordinary people. Therefore, you have to kill...50 people every day. Of course, There are no restrictions on men and women, young and old."

"Fifty people are killed every day?!"

Zhuang Zimiao's beautiful brows couldn't help but jumped twice.

For the sake of youth and not getting old, she thinks it is reasonable to kill one person every day. Killing three or five is not unacceptable, but killing 50 people a day...According to this number, one thousand and five hundred people have to be killed in one month. 18,000 people have to be killed in a year, and she has to take care of every life!

"This is the real magic of immortality."

Grandma Dao smiled and said: "If you think it is too troublesome to kill 50 people every day~www.wuxiaspot.com~ you can also save and kill. If you kill 500 people today, then you will not kill one person for the next ten days. But, in short, the more you kill, the younger you are. Of course, the old man is definitely not advocating you to kill, but just telling you how to keep your face forever."

"What a magic knife, Li Haonan's killing is like a hemp, I'm afraid it's not because of your bewitching!" Zhuang Zimiao said coldly: "If I kill 50 people every day, if I really do as you say, I'm afraid it won't take ten and a half days. Moon has become the number one female devil in the world. Don’t talk about immortality at that time, I’m afraid the anniversary of death will come sooner!”

"It is the price of immortality. As for whether you want to use it, how to use it, and whether it will be dangerous, it is your own choice."

Dao Lao’s tone was always amiable, and she didn’t seem to take Zhuang Zimiao’s scolding seriously: “Look, the old man is just a knife. How to use a knife should be based on the mind of the knife holder. If the knife holder is determined and pure in quality Even if the old body is clever and tongue-like, the knife holder will not use his old body to do evil. If there is an evil person in his heart, even if he does not have a knife in his hand, he will also commit crimes."

Zhuang Zimiao stopped talking, his eyes flickered, but he stared at [Fierce Knife Cutting Deer], thinking about it in his heart.