Overturning the little milk bottle of the metaphysics boss, everyone loves it

Qiao Mengsong didn't kill him, and the black robe kept hiding, refusing to fight back, "Qiao Mengsong, get the hell out of here."

The black robe uttered harsh words, but stepped back frequently, his eyes full of dissatisfaction.

Qiao Mengsong tried to persuade: "The matter of the past has been resolved, why are you obsessed with the past?"

"Hmph, why are you pretending to be a good person here now? I am grateful for your help back then, but it doesn't mean you can meddle in my affairs."

The robe on the black robe almost flew up, and before everyone could see clearly what was inside, the black robe was pulled tightly again.

Qiao Mengsong couldn't bear it, and said in a deep voice: "Don't be stuck in the past anymore, these people have no hatred against you, and those who hurt you back then have already been punished."

The two finally stopped and stood opposite each other. They couldn't see the expression under the mask of the black robe, but they could definitely feel the resentment emanating from him.

"Just relying on those can cover up everything in my past, right? What about you? Qiao Mengsong, don't you complain?"

The black robe spoke as calmly as possible, without ridicule, blame, or madness, and asked like a normal person.

Qiao Mengsong lowered her eyes, "What can you do with resentment? People are dead, can you dig them out again?"

With a serious expression on Yu Zikong's face, when he heard his master's words, the corners of his mouth couldn't hold back, he pursed his lips and turned his head to the side.

Heipao was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect Qiao Mengsong to talk about this matter so calmly, as if he was feeling emotional, "You are at ease now, and you are as energetic as you were back then."

"What about you? Hate what they've done to you and put it on someone else."

Qiao Mengsong frowned, "Go ahead, Huahe."

Hua He seemed to be moved, his figure moved slightly, and he laughed at himself: "How can I go forward? You look the same as before, how about me?"

"Can I take off my black robe!?"

When Hua He talked about excitement, his voice raised unconsciously, Qiao Mengsong was silent for a long time, and said, "Let them go, I don't want to do anything to you."

Their words were heard clearly by the people below, and everyone began to guess.

Song Baoling looked at his feet again, wondering if it might be related to the reason why he couldn't take off the black robe.

Lian Jiao poked Yu Zikong quietly, "What kind of injuries has he suffered before?"

Listening to the conversation between the two, the black robe seemed quite pitiful.

Yu Zikong was also foggy, "I don't know, my master never mentioned this person to me."

"Who have you lived in seclusion with for so many years? How come you don't know anyone the master knows."

Yu Zikong: ...

Seeing that Qiao Meng wanted to let Hua He go, some people became anxious and opposed it unanimously.

"This devil! Don't let him go! Kill him!" A person took the lead.

Everyone agreed and shouted in unison.

Hua He from above chuckled and looked at Qiao Mengsong raising his eyebrows, "Is it because I don't let them go?"

"They killed this man, but they said I was a devil, isn't it ridiculous?"

"You forced them to kill." Qiao Mengsong seemed helpless, and said this sentence very lightly.

Hua He asked back, "If I don't force them, won't someone die? Maybe someone is happy and has a reason to kill people in a fair manner."

Qiao Mengsong had nothing to say, but he refused to retreat, "Let's stop here, there are innocent people in it, it's unnecessary and meaningless."

I don't know which word touched Hua He's reverse scale and angered him, but he suddenly exploded, broke the transparent barrier, and attacked everyone.

Everyone screamed and dodged, Hua He sneered cruelly, "Then you all die together."

Qiao Mengsong stopped after two steps, as if he had given up the idea of ​​stopping him.

Everyone complained, "What happened to that man? Why didn't he move?"

"Help!"

"Who is that person, why didn't he come down!"

When they were dying, no one cared about politeness and etiquette, pushing and shoving each other.

Chu Chu was not far away from Song Baoling and the others, and after hearing their conversation just now, she ran over again at this moment.

"Isn't that person your master? Tell your master to stop you!" Chuchu pointed at Yu Zikong and shouted.

Everyone was in a mess, but when they heard this, they aimed at Zikong.

Yu Zikong secretly thought it was bad, and gave Chuchu a look, "How can my master have any friendship to help you? My dog ​​lives to protect me."

Song Baoling had an inexplicable intuition, looked among the people running around, and a corner of one person passed by, revealing that immature and indifferent face.

She saw the little girl again and met her eyes.

Every time I look at her, I feel a strange feeling in my heart.

She had an impulse in her heart and walked over there. Jun Tingsheng grabbed her wrist quickly, "Ling'er, where are you going?"

Song Baoling woke up in an instant, and pointed in that direction, "I saw that girl before, and I want to take her along."

"Huh? Where is it?" Jun Tingsheng was slightly puzzled, Song Baoling looked back, and the girl was no longer there.

Song Baoling had no choice but to take back his steps, "I just met her eyes."

"Let's have less contact." Jun Tingsheng said, he felt that every time Song Baoling saw that girl, he always felt bewitched.

Song Baoling nodded, but he was still thinking in his heart that Huahe had injured many people in the blink of an eye, but none of them were killed.

These are all the people who just asked Qiao Mengsong to kill him
.

Want to kill him?
He won't let one go!

Some people were so distressed that they asked Hua He why he didn't just give him a happy one.

Hua He's black gloves were stained with a lot of blood. He took off the gloves, revealing his slender fingers with prominent knuckles and pale gray skin, which is not something a healthy person can have.

"It's really dirty." Hua He threw the glove on the ground in disgust, stepped on it and crushed it.

Then, he turned around and walked towards Yu Zikong, "Are you that little disciple Qiao Mengsong?"

His appearance was not as crazy as it was at the beginning, but it made Yu Zikong get goosebumps, "What's wrong?"

Hua He glanced at him up and down, "Tsk, it's exactly what I thought, your mouth deserves a beating just like your master."

Yu Zikong was ashamed, but Hua He didn't ask him to settle the score. When he glanced over Song Baoling, he was taken aback, "You are very similar to someone I know."

He stood far away and could only vaguely see Song Baoling's face, but now that he got closer, he realized that she really looked like her.

Song Baoling estimated that he was talking about the same person as Qiao Mengsong, so he didn't answer.

Hua He still had a bit of kindness left, "For Qiao Mengsong's sake, I'll let you go, leave here now."

"What about these people?" Song Baoling asked without changing his face, not happy to be let go.

Hua He frowned displeasedly, "Why do you like to meddle in other people's business? I said I won't kill people, I have my own plans!"

"Then you plan to let them kill each other?" Song Baoling's question was too sharp, and Hua He's expression changed for a moment.

He took the new black gloves handed over by the villain at the side, and put them on slowly.

"Annoying me won't do you any good."