One Hundred and Eight Ways to Discuss the Villain's Poorness

Er Zhu Yuxun stretched out his hand to fan the tip of his nose to reduce the smell of blood, and then asked Meng Guiyi.

"I've been disgusted by him during the day, I've endured it for a long time, and I can't let him live." Meng Guiwen said it as a matter of course.

Er Zhu Yuxun looked at the lump of flesh and blood, and frowned slightly: "If you kill him, nothing will go wrong, right? Judging by his status, he should be quite high on Xixiu Island."

Although Er Zhu Yuxun really wanted to kill these evil cultivators, at least he still had reason, knowing that killing the evil cultivators now would naturally make the entire evil cultivator island vigilant.

Especially Liu Junhao.

He should go back to Xie Xiu Island, and he must know that he will come to Xie Xiu Island.

In addition, Liu Junhao is a very guarded person.

He doesn't trust anyone but himself at all.

Meng Guiwen took the handkerchief to wipe off the blood on the sword, and then glanced at Erzhu Yuxun with some doubts.

When did he become such a mother-in-law?

Just pretending to be a woman, but really become a woman?

It's just an evil cultivator, so kill him if you want to.

Meng Guiwen didn't say what he thought in his heart.

After all, Erzhu Yuxun had bad memories on this Xixiu Island, so it's normal to be cautious.

It's like she can be fearless when facing others, but she will be more careful when facing Hua Longyue and Gu Junchao.

And this person is the head of the family.

Unlike the three who were killed by Chen Wuluo, at least they could pretend to be.

Forget it, kill them all.

For the rest, think of a way.

Er Zhu Yuxun also seemed to know that there is no way to resurrect a man after killing him, so he went forward to dispose of the man's body.

After finishing the treatment, he helped Meng Guiwen clean up the blood stains on his body.

"Wait until dawn, you go to the three city lords to admit that you killed your father, and if you ask the reason, then say that he gave you his woman. You feel angry, so you killed your father in a rage, and you will be more useful than father."

Er Zhu Yuxun advised Meng Guiwen.

Fortunately, it is not uncommon for him to kill his father on Xixiu Island.

It is also common for father and son to kill each other for the sake of the cauldron, or for the father to continue to survive, absorbing the spiritual power of his own child.

Just killing people in the city will indeed be punished.

And it depends on how the three city lords judge.

May or may not be punished heavily.

It depends on whether Meng Guiwen can become a useful person in the eyes of the three city lords.

However, a 12-year-old child can kill his father without any damage. In the eyes of others, even a 12-year-old child is enough to see that he has a promising future.

"Understood." Meng Guiwen felt that it is better to listen to Er Zhu Yuxun's suggestion now.

Although she can indeed kill on Xiexiu Island, the whereabouts of the blood-sealing long sword has not been found out, and the three city lords have to stay.

If you want to know the whereabouts of the blood-sealing long sword, then only the three city lords will know.

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Early the next morning, the news that Xiaolu had killed his father spread throughout the city in an instant.

And Chen Wuluo, who was thinking about how to break into these evil cultivators, couldn't sit still when he heard the news.

No, it's only one afternoon plus one night.

Why did these two make such a big fuss?

But there should be quite a few youngsters named Xiaolu in Xiexiu City.

What if it's just the same name?

Although he was thinking of a good place, his nominal father walked in with a flustered expression.

"Jiang Ming, Xiao Lu didn't know why he went crazy. He killed your father-in-law last night, and now he is in the city lord's mansion. Your father-in-law is one of the twelve hall masters of our Xiexiu Island. I don't know how the three city lords will Will not spare him."

When Chen Wuluo heard the man's words, he almost rolled his eyes angrily.

He knew he couldn't put those two together.

Who knows what extraordinary things the two of them will do.

In fact, he just killed a hall master, so it should be fine.

"I'll go and have a look." Chen Wuluo left these words and disappeared into the yard in an instant.

Furthermore, Meng Guiwen is now playing the role of the hall master's son, and being able to kill a hall master quietly is not a bad thing for the people of Xixiu Island.

Maybe Meng Guiwen would be favored by one of the three city lords.

This kind of thing is not impossible.

But all of this is just Chen Wuluo's conjecture.

At this time, Meng Guiwen was standing at the gate of the City Lord's Mansion, holding the man's bloody coat in his hand.

After all, there were no bones left, and she couldn't get that man's body out if others wanted it.

And the first City Lord to come out was the North City Lord.

This is a woman, and the only woman among the three castellan.

The woman is dressed boldly but not revealingly, with a bright red robe fluttering, her long hair pulled up high, beautiful hairpins inserted in her hair, embellished with pearls and emeralds, extremely luxurious.

And those evil cultivators at the gate of the City Lord's Mansion immediately knelt down when they saw the woman appear.

"Meet the North City Lord."

So Meng Guiwen and Er Zhu Yuxun stood out more and more.

The Lord of Beicheng saw the two people standing, and his beautiful eyes looked at the bloody coat in Meng Guiwen's hand.

"It was you who killed your father? Did you know that your father is one of the twelve hall masters of our Vientiane City." Bei City Master's voice was full of joy and anger, making it impossible to guess whether she was angry or not.

"Yes, I know, but I killed him anyway." Meng Guiwen replied casually.

It looked as if what she killed was not her own father, but the servants or cats and dogs that could be seen everywhere.

It was obvious that Meng Guiyi's words amused Beichengzhu.

"Your boy is quite interested in this city lord. When the south city lord and the west city lord come over later, the city lord can intercede for you." The north city lord looked at Meng Guiyi and smiled.

Meng Guiwen's current appearance is not very good-looking, and the skin of this child named Xiaolu is quite satisfactory, neither good-looking nor ugly.

It's just because this is not a real deer, so this young man still has a bit of Meng Guiyi's dazed demeanor.

It seems a bit special.

"You kid is really capable, you even dare to kill the hall master under the seat of the city master!" The voice of the city master Bei fell, and a male voice fell from the sky.

Meng Guiwen raised his head slightly and looked towards the source of the voice.

I saw a man in purple robe holding a fan, falling from the high school.

The man is good-looking, with high hair, black hair mixed with white hair, coupled with his purple robe, it is very eye-catching.

And those evil cultivators who had just stood up saw the man and knelt down again.

The person who came was Nancheng Lord.

Then the one named Liu Junhao is the Lord of West City.

Seeing that only the South City Master came, the North City Master covered his lips and smiled, "Why is the South City Master only here? Where is the West City Master? Could it be that he hasn't come back yet?"

"How do I know, I guess he died outside." City Lord Nan snorted coldly, obviously he didn't like Liu Junhao.

Seeing his indifferent tone, the Lord of the North City no longer mentioned the matter of the Lord of the West, but his eyes fell on Meng Guiwen.

"The hall master that this child killed was the hall master of your south city. Why don't you assign a hall master from my north city to replace this child?"

Obviously, Meng Guiwen killed the hall master, in the eyes of the Beicheng master, the benefits naturally outweighed the mistakes.

Er Zhu Yuxun was right.

What these evil cultivators see is the value of a monk, not his filial piety.