Jian Wuzheng had thought about what his daughter would look like when he saw her again. After thinking about it for a long time, he didn't dare to think about it anymore.

But he never thought about it that he would have seen such a person before seeing his daughter.

This man was hunched over and was about five feet tall, blinding one eye and one ear missing. When he looked at people, he always had his eyes slanted.

He saw this person ten years ago and was deeply impressed by him.

In addition to being weird in appearance, he had seen this person for a few days and his daughter disappeared.

Meeting at this moment is naturally unexpectedly filled with indignation.

The short man opposite was stunned when he saw Jian Wuzheng, then grinned and showed his back teeth, laughing: "I didn't see clearly during the mirage just now, you are a lot older."

Without waiting for Jian Wuzheng to talk, the short man said to himself: "I went to the monk temple to find you to stutter, you don't give me what you want to stutter. Is your rice delicious all these years?"

Jian Wuzheng gritted his teeth and said, "It turns out that you kidnapped Shao'er."

"So her name is Shaoer? She didn't tell me back then, she just kept crying, which made people feel upset." The dilapidated beggar outside the temple was now proud: "When I killed her, if she said she called such a nice name, I wouldn't have done it anymore. Such a cute little girl was just taken by a wolf in her head, which is a pity."

Jian Wuming felt his whole body trembling, and his internal strength rushed through the meridians. After searching for ten years, he actually waited for such a result. It turned out that Shaoer had died ten years ago.

In the first three years, he was afraid that his daughter would be captured by enemies in the world, so he worked hard to practice swords and relied on the motivation to find his daughter one day to become one of the few masters in the world. In the next three years, he asked his senior brother to leave the world and search for his daughter's traces.

After returning, I found out that my wife had jumped into the river a year ago and the corpse has not been found yet. He could only secretly pray to the gods and Buddhas in the sky for blessing, that his wife could be safe and sound, but she had floated far away and could not find the way back.

A few years later, he almost lost all his hair overnight, and he was incognito and worked as a groom in his senior brother's mansion without thinking about it.

Now he realized that even if he became a master of the world and the most powerful murderers in the world, Shao'er was already dead, and died in a mouthful of cold rice that he had not given ten years ago.

Jian Wuzheng pinched a dead branch from the book beside him. As soon as the internal force was infused, the dead branch exploded into pieces.

This is true after pinching four or five in a row.

Xue Yong couldn't see it and handed over his sword.

Jian Wuzheng took it silently, and in the blink of an eye, the knife, which was still a sharp weapon, broke into several sections. He looked at the blood that exploded from his hands, and gradually laughed and cried.

The beggar from that time seemed to have seen others like this, and he threw out even more vicious words one after another. Jian Wuzheng couldn't hear what he was saying. The chaotic internal force had long forced his mouth, nose and ears to bleeding.

He only knew that he would constantly instill internal energy into his palms, and even if the blood and flesh exploded.

Xue Meng looked down on others the most, and pulled out his sword and roared and rushed to the beggar to kill him.

The beggar just waved his hand, as if he drove away a fly, and Xue Meng spurted blood back.

The beggar sneered and pointed to the cave behind him: "Your girl is dead, there are two more in the cave. If you are so obsessed with the devil, these two will follow Shao'er's footsteps."

Perhaps this was the reason why Jian Wuming's eyes, which were gradually turbid, gradually returned to clearness. Although his eyes were blood-bloated, his eyes were covered in blood. After all, he was still the rare master in the world.

He pinched down a branch from the tree next to him again, and instilled blood with internal force, staining the dead branches into vermilion.
Chapter completed!